Born to be named "Guan Sheng", and died to be accompanied by Guan Xi, which can be regarded as having a beginning and an end.

That day, under the spiritual vertebrae, Sima Guansheng lost consciousness and died.

She felt snakes, insects, rats and ants gnawing at her body, and the pain of breaking her bones was also in her heart.

In a daze, a familiar fragrance kept stuffing the tip of her nose, which was the dipterocarp jasmine fragrance she personally extracted and blended. Although the fragrance is not as strong as musk and not as precious and rare as ambergris, she just loves this taste, just like she has loved peeking at Liu Liyue since she was a child.

Although her body was still in unbearable pain and her limbs were weak, the familiar fragrance still summoned her to open her eyes hard.

She was reborn, but she was still a little confused.

The first thing that caught her eye was the light green embroidered tent, and she turned her face slightly to see the familiar silhouette of Ling's mother. Mother Ling was holding the copper-colored smoker lid in her hand, and she was fiddling with the incense pieces in the incense burner with a small clip in her right hand.

Ling's mother is Guan Sheng's mother's dowry maid, after Sima Guan Sheng's mother died, she asked Sima Lao Lady (Sima Guan Sheng's grandmother) to stay by Guan Sheng's side to be a first-class personal maid, at that time she was only two years old, in order to be able to take care of Guan Sheng for a long time, she has not considered her marriage. From a first-class personal maid, she has become a first-class personal mother, and she is still alone.

There was a blazing charcoal fire in the house, and the windows and doors were closed, but it didn't seem to be too warm, but it was a little stuffy.

At the end of the couch, there are several plates of pastries and a porcelain cup for soup, and there are small bowls and spoons next to them.

Familiar people, familiar incense, familiar tables, chairs and benches, familiar boudoirs, what is going on? Aren't you dead? How can you still see all this?

The heartache was still clearly echoing in her mind at this moment, was it a dream? Could it be that it has been crossed? Or is it a great disaster to come back to life and not die?

At this moment, she has a thousand question marks in her heart.

If it was a dream, it would have been so long and terrible that she still had lingering palpitations.

Let's just think it's a dream!

Of course she hoped it was a dream, and if such a nightmare was true, then—she didn't dare to think about it, and she didn't want to think about it.

She lifted the silk embroidered quilt covering her body, sat up from the couch with great difficulty, and found the sachet containing the blood beads, which were still there, and she tried to open her mouth and called, "Mother! ”

In this Sima Mansion, Mother Ling is the person who treats her sincerely, whether it is in the dream just now, or in the past days, she has always regarded Mother Ling as her biological mother.

Hearing this, Mother Ling, who was next to several cases, hurriedly put down the clip in her hand, covered the lid of the incense burner, and said with some excitement: "Second girl, you finally woke up!" As he spoke, he walked quickly to the couch and took down a duck-yellow cloak from the hanger next to the couch, and the collar was surrounded by a circle of snow-white mink fur, which was fluffy and made people feel warm when they looked at it. She neatly draped the cloak onto Guan Sheng's back, tied the rope on the cloak for Guan Sheng, grabbed Guan Sheng's jade sign and said earnestly: "Second girl, you are forgetful again, why do you call me like this again?" If you let the head of the house listen, you have to drive me out of the house, and don't call like this in the future. ”

Sima Guansheng looked at Mother Ling with tears in her eyes, Mother Ling was still so good to her as always, it felt like a mother's feeling.

Mother Ling sat on the edge of the couch and touched Sima Guansheng's forehead, she only dared to do this when the two of them were alone, because Sima Guansheng did regard her as a relative and never regarded her as a human being. Otherwise, how dare the subordinates sit on the master's couch.

Sima Guansheng just nodded slightly, and did not make a sound. His face was a little haggard, as if he was sick.

Mother Ling tugged the quilt that was lifted by Guan Sheng again, covered Sima Wan Sheng's legs, and said with a sigh of relief: "It's snowing outside, I'm already sick, but I can't get cold anymore." Fortunately, it doesn't burn, and it looks a lot better, but you're hungry? The eldest girl just left, and gave you some of your favorite pastries, as well as a cup of white fungus lotus seed soup. You didn't have any food last night, but now it's halfway through, and the slave woman will bring it to you, and you can eat as much as you want. ”

Sent by the big sister?

Sima Guansheng looked at a few cases when she heard the sound, I don't know why, when she saw those things, Sima Daiyuan's hideous face came to mind in the "dream", which not only made her lose her appetite, but wanted to gause.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Ling's mother had already walked to the side of a few cases, opened the lid of the cup, and poured soup into the white porcelain bowl spoonful by spoon.

She pinched the back of her hand, it hurt, and she was sure it wasn't in a dream.

"Mother Ling, don't be busy, I don't want to eat, you can sit down and talk to me for a while!" Sima Guansheng hurriedly spoke out to stop Ling's mother.

Mother Ling stopped her hand holding the soup, looked at Sima Guansheng suspiciously, and asked with concern: "Second girl, aren't you still feeling well?" If it were the things that the big girl sent before, you wouldn't even have the slag soup left. ”

"No, it's just that I'm not hungry, Mother Ling, sit down quickly, I have something important to say to you." Sima Wansheng said softly.

Mother Ling had no choice but to pour the half-filled white fungus lotus seed soup back into the porcelain cup, cover the cup, and return to the couch again. Guan Sheng pulled her to his side and sat down, as close as two close friends.

"Mother Ling, what year and month is it now?" Sima Guansheng was a little serious when he asked.

Mother Ling originally thought that she was playing with herself, but looking at her serious expression, Mother Ling was a little skeptical that she had burned out her brain and looked at her with disbelief.

"Mother Ling, don't look at me like this, my brain is not bad, I just had a terrible and long dream, I just want to distinguish between dream and reality." Sima Wansheng said with a smile.

Mother Ling breathed a sigh of relief at this time, "Second girl, you are scared to death of a slave woman." It is now the eighty-sixth year of Dayan, the ninth day of the lunar month, and the New Year is going to be celebrated in a blink of an eye, and after the New Year, the second girl will be fifteen years old. It's just that the mother is not there, and I don't know if the head of the family will put this matter on the agenda? If not, the slave woman goes to the old lady to talk for the girl, our girl is beautiful and gentle, and she must find a high-class family. ”

Eighty-six years of Dayan? Isn't that a dream that I have had for seven years, and a dream is a dream after all, and waking up is really like a world away.

Sima Guansheng muttered in her heart, hearing Ling's mother talk about marriage, she was so ashamed that her cheeks were crimson, and she bowed her head shyly and said: "Mother Ling, Guan Sheng is still young, don't tell others about this shameful thing, others will laugh at Guan Sheng for not knowing etiquette and shame, and his parents have always been in charge of marriage matters, how can he ask for a reason from his grandmother?" ”

"Anyway, the eldest girl in Zhong Xiaoniang's house hasn't come out of the cabinet yet, and it stands to reason that it won't be our girl's turn yet. The fact that the girl can think like this shows that the girl listened carefully to what the slave woman said on weekdays. The girl does not have the protection of her mother, so she should not be out of the ordinary, and she must be cautious in her words and deeds to be safe for a long time. Mother Ling was very pleased to see Sima Guansheng, who was usually smiling and not going to her heart, but now she could talk about etiquette.