Twenty-three years of Shunchang, autumn.

Gu Mansion, the mansion of the great general Gu Jiangyuan in Bianliang City.

The third lady Gu Xiang is picking chrysanthemums in the yard, this year's chrysanthemums are blooming very well, the yellow ones are like the delicate warblers on the beams, and the purple ones are like the twilight glass, lined in this courtyard between the mountains and lakes, and have become the most gorgeous colors in autumn.

There are swallows crying in front of the hall, and the autumn frost has arrived, but they refuse to leave this prosperous house.

"Third Miss, this flower is blooming just right, why did you pick it all?" The one who spoke was a little girl, named Yun Juan, who was the second lady's personal maid.

Gu Xiang glanced at her, but the action of picking flowers in his hand did not stop, "Miss Ben is picking flowers at her own house, where is your turn to interject." ”

Yun Qian pursed her lips and didn't dare to open her mouth to confront Gu Xiang, but in her heart, she was a million unconvinced.

The old man is a military general, often fighting outside, he doesn't care about anything in the garden, thanks to the second lady's elegance, he planted chrysanthemums in this courtyard, and he looks forward to the flowers blooming every year, but now he has been picked by Gu Xiang, but he wants Miss to be sad for a while.

Miss is also pitiful, since she was a child, her body has not been good, and when the weather is just cold, she has contracted a cold, and her condition is getting worse and worse these days, and now when she wants to look at chrysanthemums, she can't look at it. It's a pity that Miss is a concubine, and she has lost her mother early, where can she speak in front of this young lady, and if she is bullied back, she will knock out her teeth and swallow her blood.

Thinking like this, Yun Qian had already returned to the evening window pavilion, the courtyard where the second lady Gu Jin lived.

The young lady always slept for the past two days, and every evening she had to burn up, and she would wipe her body according to what the doctor said.

As soon as the handkerchief was put on Gu Jin's forehead, Yun Qian suddenly became happy.

Alas? The fever is gone!

Yun Qian was overjoyed, and was thinking about going to the doctor again, but heard the man on the bed muttering something.

"Miss, are you awake?"

Gu Jin's brows moved, and he opened his eyes with autumn frost.

"Yunxuan?"

Gu Jin's expression was very pleasantly surprised, "I, I really saw you, how are you doing all these years?" ”

Yun Qian was killed by Queen Jiang's staff in the year he entered the cold palace, and he had been three or four years after calculating the time, and he couldn't imagine that he was still waiting for him on Huangquan Road.

Yun Qian was stunned when she heard this, "Miss, what did you say?" It's not like I've had a fever for the past two days, no, I have to go to the doctor! With that, the little girl was about to go out.

"Wait!" Gu Jin was shocked when he heard this, "You ...... just now Call me what? ”

Miss? Didn't she call herself a mother after entering the palace?

Yun Qian didn't know what was wrong with the young lady, she just thought that she had been sick for a few days, and her burning brain was not clear.

"Miss, are you okay, don't scare the slave......"

Gu Jin finally sensed that something was wrong, she looked at the furnishings in the house, the carved square table and round stools, the quaint window lattice door, and the elegant early autumn colors outside the window, which was ...... Your own house in the Gu Mansion?

The Gu Mansion was obviously raided and destroyed, how could she be in the Gu Mansion?

"Yun Xuan, what year is this?"

The little girl blinked her eyes and replied seriously: "Shunchang, twenty-three years." ”

Twenty-three years of Shunchang?

In her memory, the twenty-fifth year of the emperor of Shunchang died, and the eldest son Lu Chengxiu became the emperor, and he became the bargaining chip between his father and him, and was sent to the palace to be Lu Chengxiu's concubine.

How did you return to Shunchang for twenty-three years?

"Yunxuan, how old am I this year?"

Yun Qian laughed out loud, "Miss is really sick and confused, and it will be your sixteenth birthday in a short time." ”

Gu Jin gently pinched his cheeks, a little thin, but his skin was elastic and tender, not the withered appearance he had a few years later. In addition, the cheek is painful, this is not a dream, she died in the seventh year of the dynasty, but her soul has returned to her body ten years ago!

Yun Qian saw her young lady's appearance, her heart was so flustered, she didn't know what was wrong with her young lady, and she kept talking nonsense after waking up.

"Miss, Miss, you lie down first, I'll go and ask for a doctor, you are waiting for me here."

Yun Qian also babbled a lot, but Gu Jin didn't listen to a word, until the figure of the little girl disappeared at the door, she got up in a trance and sat in front of the bronze mirror.

In the bronze mirror, a clear snow face is clearly the twenty-eighth year of the boudoir's daughter, who should be the most innocent and sweet age, but in those eyes, there is a weathered appearance.

In the previous life, she was cowardly, so her father listened to her mother-in-law and Gu Xiang's provocation, sent her to Lu Chengxiu's side, and helped that person seize the throne, and then was sentenced for her high merit, and the Gu Mansion was destroyed. Lu Chengxiu also became a tyrant, the people's livelihood was ruined, the officials were mediocre, and a good chastity became a puddle of troubled water.

Now that God has let her live again, it is God's will that will make her change her destiny!

In this life, she wants to protect her father, her brother, the bloody sons and daughters over there, the people of Li and the people, and the stability of the world!

……

When Yun Qian led the doctor here, it had already been half an hour.

The door of the room was open, the autumn wind rolled up the bed and curtains, and the room was quiet, and the faint fragrance of herbs mixed with the fragrance of autumn chrysanthemums in the house was quietly stretched in this autumn wind.

Only the autumn frost sick beauty is not seen.