The apricot blossoms are gone, and the spring rain is coming with silk. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, thousands of miles of blue are all in the hazy and melancholy. The ticking of the heavenly spring fell into the brewing of the clouds, knocking on the vast earth, pounding the surface of the lake as soft as thin sand.

Just like the blue and white figure in the lotus pavilion, it is so quiet and picturesque.

I saw that the woman was born delicate and slender, revealing a weakness, half-leaning and half-leaning on the pavilion pillar, which made people worry that the unbearable waist was going to break, and she looked like a weak willow supporting the wind and unable to take care of herself.

"Ahem." When the breeze blew, the woman hid her face and coughed lightly, her cheeks flushed.

"Miss, it's not too early, it's time to go back." Zhihe reminded.

The woman frowned slightly, looked at the lotus pond from afar, and said softly, "Today, my mother went to the White Horse Temple to worship the Buddha, and she won't come back so early." ”

As he spoke, a violent cough sounded again, tearing his heart and lungs, as if he wanted to cough out his heart and liver.

Zhihe hurriedly stroked his master's back, looking at the pale cheeks and feeling distressed.

"Miss, let's go back, if you catch a cold again, you will have to stay in bed for a few more days, and you will have to take medicine then, didn't you say that the medicine is the most bitter? If the old lady knows, she should be distressed again. ”

The woman wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and prayed in a hoarse voice, "Sister Zhihe, just let me stay for a while, and when I go back to the capital in the future, I don't have a chance to see this Jiangnan smoke scene again." ”

Looking at the pitiful pleading appearance, no one could refuse, let alone Zhihe, who grew up watching the young lady.

"Half an hour at most. The slave and maid go and get you a cloak, and be careful if you catch a cold. Zhihe's heart softened.

The woman nodded vigorously, and smiled, "I know that Sister Zhihe is the best." ”

When Zhihe left, the woman tightened the soup woman in her arms, and looked at the large verdant lotus leaf pond with complicated eyes.

She is Luo Wan and gentle Wan.

In the past, she was the daughter of the county order, but now she is the daughter of the nineteenth princess, the only daughter of the third room of the Wen family of the second-class family, and she was reborn when Wen Wan was five years old.

As for why she was reborn, it was probably because the boy who jumped out of nowhere pushed the young and sick Wen Wan into the cold lotus pond, so she took the opportunity to return to her, a ghost who does not disperse and does not fall into reincarnation.

After being reborn, although she didn't get Wen Wan's memory, she didn't feel strange at all, because Wen Wan in her previous life was too famous, and she was so famous that the daughter of the county magistrate in a remote county knew Wen Wan's life.

Wen Wan, a noble girl who grew up in honey.

His father is the son of the Wen family, and his mother is a princess, although his health is not good, he can't bear the fragrance of the country, which attracts the disciples of the family to ask for marriage, and later was hugged by Fu Rongxuan, the son of the powerful Guogong Mansion.

It should have been the fate of Rong Pet's life, but on the wedding day, he was calculated and framed and lost his innocence, just when everyone thought that Fu Rongxuan, who loved Wen Wan to the bone, would go crazy to avenge Wen Wan, Fu Rongxuan killed Wen Wan with a sword.

Then, a few days later, he died inexplicably in the marriage room, and everyone said that he committed suicide for love. But he is also a madman, but Wen Wan feels that she wants to die together, so why wait until a few days later.

"Shen Zhiyuan, I'm back......"

Wen Wan looked at the blue sea and clear waves, and pinched the Hetian jade jade pendant in her hand that looked like an ink bamboo, and pain flashed in her sparkling bright eyes.

It's been ten years, it's been ten years, Shen Zhiyuan.

It's been so long that I think that everything in my past life was just a dream, and you are just my imagination.

became famous at a young age, the champion and the first, deeply loved by the emperor and the people, and was already the Taifu of the government and the opposition in less than thirty years, Shen Zhiyuan, who is still the young man who was scarred by love in his previous life.

Maybe you shouldn't have this person in your life!

"Madame, Madame should be back soon, if you find that you are not in the room......" An abrupt voice interrupted the gentle musings.

Zhihe took the cloak and draped it over Wen Wan's shoulders, and the pure white fox fur shrouded her whole body, making her even more petite and pitiful.

Wen Wan pursed the corners of her mouth, reluctantly glanced at the green smoke and blue waves, and said softly, "Then let's go back, is the lily pigeon soup ready?" ”

"It's been prepared for a long time, and the slave has already warned the kitchen, saying that the young lady stewed it herself, and the lady won't find out." Zhihe carefully helped the young lady to walk back, and a smile flashed on the corner of her mouth.

I don't know why, Mrs. Ming is gentle and tolerant, but Miss is very afraid of Mrs. From childhood to adulthood, whenever Mrs. is mentioned, the young lady is very well-behaved. You must know that the young lady is strong, and Queen Gaozu has not been able to submit the young lady.

"Ahem."

After an afternoon of wind, my throat was itchy and dry, so I took out a mint candy from my purse and put it in my mouth, only to feel a little better.

Zhihe looked at the slap-sized face that was coughing red, and couldn't help but feel distressed, and couldn't help complaining.

"The capital is a little colder than Jiangnan, after the young lady returns to Beijing, how can this body be so good, I don't know what the master thinks, I have to go back at this time."

Smiled gently, where did her father do the master.

"Grandmother is about to turn 60 years old, and we have been away from the capital for ten years, so it's time to go back." Wen Wan was shy, "And I'm fifteen years old, it's time to ......"

Zhihe decisively answered, "It's time to find a husband to marry." ”

"Zhihe!"

Wen Wan scolded angrily, but the voice was delicate and weak, soft, and had no deterrent effect at all, as if she was coquettish.

Zhihe chattered, "After I go back, the old lady is estimated to urge the old man to take a concubine again." When the lady gave birth to a young lady, she was injured and the heirs were difficult, even if she had served in Jiangnan in the past few years, the old lady urged her to take a concubine, and she didn't know what to do when she went back this time. ”

Looking at the worried Zhihe, Wen Wan pursed her lips, "Daddy and his wife are deeply affectionate, where can outsiders be tolerated." I don't have to mention this again, no matter how I say it, my grandmother is also very good to me. ”

Although my father is a little weaker and has soft ears, he has a deep affection for his mother, and he has not taken a concubine for so many years, so how can he change his original intention because of a few words from his grandmother.

Zhihe raised her head proudly, "Can it be good?" Miss is the county lord of Empress Gaozu, even if it is the daughter of the princess, few can be canonized before the concubine, but Miss is the only one. ”

In this year, only a handful of princess daughters were canonized as county lords, and most of them were married after the marriage.

"If you talk nonsense again, I won't take you out next time."

Wen Wan didn't want to be hated, after all, in her previous life, Wen Wan was hated and calculated to death because she got Fu Rongxuan's fragrant pastry.

Zhihe's anger weakened instantly, and there was a trace of grievance on her beautiful face, "The slave and maid are talking in front of you, when there are outsiders, the slave's mouth can be tight." Don't be angry, Miss, the slave will go back and make you lotus seed soup. ”

Hearing this, Wen Wan was very unhappy and flattened her mouth, "Where did the lotus seed soup come from, the lotus flowers haven't bloomed yet." ”

"The rest of the ...... from last year" Before she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered Miss's picky stomach, and Zhihe stopped talking.