When Ning Zhi woke up again, what appeared in front of him was no longer a modern decoration, but an antique room.

Even if hundreds of years have passed, Ning Zhi still clearly remembers that this is her boudoir in ancient times.

An excited shout came from beside him: "Miss! You're awake! The slave is really frightened, you must not climb the rockery to play in the future, the slave and the maid will go to tell the Xiangye now, if the Xiangye knows that you are awake, I don't know how happy I am. ”

The other party cried, lifted his skirt and ran outside.

This is the voice of her personal maid Lan Lan.

Ning Zhi looked at her back in a daze, and finally understood at this moment - after she died, she returned to her previous world.

So, what about Song Shenbai, who died with her?

Did he come back with her?

No, he's not from this world, how could he come back.

Thinking of this, Ning Zhi's whole person was not good.

She trembled uncontrollably, buried her cheeks in her knees, and cried lowly.

The cry was not loud, but the voice was full of heartbreak and despair.

Why is it so cruel to call her back alone!

If she could, she would rather not come back.

"Miss, why are you crying?" Lan Lan, the maidservant who had just been invited by Xiangye, heard this cry, and hurriedly became anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

Xiangye took three steps and two steps, rushed forward, held his daughter's hand tightly, and looked her up and down with extremely worried eyes: "Zhi'er, are you uncomfortable again?" ”

There was silence in response, because Ning Zhi had fainted from crying.

"Go and call the Imperial Doctor!" When Xiangye found out, he immediately yelled in horror. Scholarly

Lan Lan rushed out again.

The imperial doctor rushed to the Xiangfu as fast as possible, and diagnosed Ning Zhi's pulse through the curtain.

Xiang Ye and the others frowned terribly, and their eyes stared at the imperial doctor tightly.

After a while, the imperial doctor put away his hand to check the pulse and got up: "Back to Xiangye, the eldest lady is in a coma caused by excessive worry, and it is not a big problem, as long as you recuperate well, don't miss your sorrow anymore." ”

"What is there to worry about at her young age...... "Worried."

Xiangye frowned deeply, not knowing what he was thinking, and his voice suddenly stopped.

He subconsciously thought that the little girl was thinking about her mother.

Xiangye couldn't help but sigh, tugged at the wide cuffs, and lovingly combed the messy hair next to her cheeks.

Her face was as pale as paper, and her breathing was gentle, as if she could go at any moment.

A colic suddenly appeared in Xiangye's heart.

So when she woke up, Xiangye finally gave in and coaxed the child's tone: "Zhi'er, if you want to see your mother, my father will send someone to send her a letter and ask her to come and see you." ”

In the past, when the little girl was looking for her mother, he always coldly asked someone to drive her away, but now, he can't be ruthless anymore.

As for her mother, she already had a heart back then, and being with him was just that he took advantage of the coercion and temptation of the other party's family, and she stayed by his side all the time and was depressed, so he relented, so after she gave birth to a child, he set her free.

Ning Zhi was stunned by his words, and then remembered that he was talking about her mother in ancient times.

She knows that the relationship between her mother and father here is not good, in modern terms, it is divorce.

And that woman has never looked at her in the future for more than ten years.

Obviously, to her, this daughter is only a dispensable existence for her.

She doesn't take her seriously, and she naturally doesn't take her seriously.