The rain became heavier and heavier, and there was no sign of stopping at all. It wasn't until it was almost dawn that it became a little smaller.

In the Chenwang Mansion of Fengyun Country, when it was about to dawn, he heard a very panicked and frightened cry from a woman.

It was very loud, and everyone was sleeping except for a few people who had risen earlier.

In this unusually quiet moment, this loud cry is even more deafening.

The people who lived near the Chenwang Mansion, some of whom got up late (bed chuáng) were frightened and woke up. Some of the women who had gotten up early heard this sound and were talking to themselves.

"There are only Princess Chen and two slaves in this Chen Palace, who do you say this woman's screaming voice is?" A chubby woman was gossiping, still washing vegetables in her hands.

"I estimate that eighty percent is Princess Chen, do you think, what good can you do if you marry King Chen?" The thinner woman leaned over and whispered as she peeled the corn.

"Also, she wasn't thrown out of the wall by King Chen before, so it is estimated that King Chen is making trouble for her again."

"Pity the girl, although she is a waste princess, she is also a woman, looking at that (body shēn) material, she should also be a beauty." The thin woman had seen the (hot rè) commotion before, and saw Zhiqiu and the two of them carry Mo Xin inside from outside the wall.

"I look at this King Chen, maybe it's a broken sleeve, how can any woman enter the mansion over the years?"

The fat woman spoke her thoughts, and the thin woman listened and agreed with her. The two chatted again.

Zhiqiu and Zhixia, who were sleeping soundly next to them, heard Mo Xin's screams, and they were scared and didn't wear any shoes or coats, so they pushed open the door and ran to Mo Xin's room barefoot.

They pushed open the door worriedly, Zhixia saw that there was no one else around, and a hanging heart let go a little.

Zhiqiu ran over and saw Mo Xin lying on the bed chuáng, at this time her face was full of sweat, and her expression (love qíng) was very painful.

The two looked at each other, "Is it because of a dream?" "Zhixia saw that Moxin was a god (情qíng), as if he was having a nightmare.

The two were about to think about whether to wake up Mo Xin, when they saw Mo Xin, who was lying down, and sat up suddenly.

When she opened her eyes, she felt her heart beating non-stop and was uneasy.

Looking at the two people in front of them who were worried, undressed and barefoot, they looked at them suspiciously, "You guys, why are you here?" ”

Zhiqiu looked at Mo Xin, who was sweating profusely, with concern, "Mo Xin, what happened to you just now?" ”

"Me? What's wrong with me? Mo Xin was confused, she was sleeping well, but she didn't know what nightmares she had, and she couldn't remember how to think about it.

"We heard you screaming just now, and we were afraid that something would happen to you, so we hurriedly came over."

Mo Xin listened, her face was puzzled, she knew that she had a nightmare, but she didn't know that she actually shouted.

Looking at the two girls in front of her who were barefoot and worried, she was still a little moved in her heart.

These (日rì) children get along, and they are interested in her after all.

"I'm fine, you guys go back. It's cold on the ground this autumn, so hurry back and put on your shoes

Child. ”

As soon as Mo Xin finished speaking, Zhiqiu and Zhixia reacted, looked at each other's disheveled appearance, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed on their faces.

At this time, I felt a little cold. Zhiqiu also sneezed.

"Go back and get your clothes and shoes on."

"Okay." Zhiqiu tiptoed and hurried away.

"Okay." Zhixia felt that this appearance looked really indecent, and hurriedly went back to the house.

Mo Xin looked at the two of them, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. But this heart is like being hit by something, and it is always panicked.

She rubbed her forehead vigorously, but she couldn't think of what the dream was just now, and she just felt that it must not be a good thing (情qíng).

I think, I can't think of it, I'm afraid, this feeling is really uncomfortable.

There is sweat on the head, on the hands, (身shēn), is this a cold sweat scared out of a dream?

It's been two days since this little black went out to deliver letters, I don't know if it's arrived? Jin Moxin's worried brows furrowed tightly, and he looked at the sky outside that was about to dawn, and he didn't feel sleepy, so he got dressed directly.

When she got dressed and came out, Zhiqiu and Zhixia also packed up.

"Mo Xin, you are sweating a (body shēn), it is better to take a (hot) water bath to be comfortable, and I will go and boil some water for you." Zhixia saw her come out and hurriedly said.

Although the weather is not very cold in autumn, it is easy to suffer from wind chill and cough. The wounds on the face of the Mo Xin Lai Chen Palace, the wounds on the face of the (body shēn) are just a little better, and they can't be extraneous anymore.

"Okay, I'm sorry for you." Mo Xin did feel that this (body shēn) sweat was a little uncomfortable.

"That's what I'm supposed to do."

"Mo Xin, the skin on your face looks almost better."

Zhiqiu was afraid that Mo Xin would be unhappy because she had a nightmare (情qíng), so she deliberately distracted her.

She took Mo Xin's arm and looked at Mo Xin's face carefully, although the skin on Mo Xin's face was not as white as the one on the neck, it was much better than the skin like black charcoal before.

In this way, this face can be regarded as the national color and fragrance, such a big beauty, she doesn't know which eye of King Chen has a problem, and she actually let her put it in the country of wind and clouds like a kite under the summer scorching (日rì).

I don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade at all, no wonder (身shēn) is the prince, but like a flood beast, everyone avoids it, for fear that if one is not careful, he will get into trouble.

I hope that Mo Xin will be able to live a more stable life in the Chenwang Mansion in the future, and be less harmed.

After all, a kind woman like her should live a little better. I hope that God can treat her leniently.

Mo Xin touched his face, this skin has recovered quite well, although it is still a little worse than before, at least it looks like a normal person. What woman doesn't want her to look beautiful, and she doesn't like to have a black charcoal face on her head.

"yes, apply the mask for a while, and it's the same as before. Later, we will get a little more cucumber slices after breakfast, although you and Zhixia's skin is good, but it also needs to be maintained. We apply the mask together, and we are beautiful together. ”

"Beautiful?" It's the first time to know Qiu

Hearing this word, he looked at Mo Xin with some confusion.

"It's good-looking." Mo Xin explained that there are too many modern words, and it is normal for the ancients to not understand them.

"Okay, the three of us are beautiful together."

After a while, Zhixia's (hot rè) water was boiled, and she and Zhiqiu carried the (hot rè) water and poured it into the wooden bucket.

Zhiqiu Zhixia came out to prepare breakfast, and Moxin soaked in a hot bath, and the fatigue on (body shēn) was much better.

It's just that now she misses the modern (日rì) child a little.

In modern baths, you can shower, (hot rè) water is always available, and it is much more convenient to take a bath.

You can take a ride when you go out, you can take a plane when you go out, and you can use your mobile phone to contact you, which is simply too convenient.

Everything in ancient times was primitive, and it was either an ox cart or a sedan chair and a carriage when you went out, no matter how fast the speed was, it was not as fast as the car, and it was not comfortable enough to sit.

Most importantly, in modern times, there are no royal palaces, no kings, no slavery. Men do not have three palaces and six courts, no three wives and four concubines, and men and women are equal.

These are not available in ancient times, and does she have a chance to return to modern times?

Mo Xin's brows furrowed tightly, looking at the water in the barrel, holding a little with his hand, the water slowly flowed down the gap.

Time is like water, you can't hold it in your hand. Man is like this water, which will dry up one day.

In the limited time, shouldn't she live a better life?

(End of chapter)