"You have been hovering in this abandoned mansion of the Jiang family for more than ten years and refused to die, but you still have unfulfilled wishes?"

At that time, Jiang Ran was just a wisp of ghost, relying on a little obsession, just thinking that once he was reincarnated, he would be reincarnated in Lechuan, and the things he wrote down in his mind would be like the past.

As if to understand what she was thinking, the voice said again, "You are just a woman, this medical skill is broken by your father's hands, what does it have to do with you, if you are so persistent, I will give you a chance, but now that the Jiang family's vein has been severed, I will send you back to the past, but after all, you are a woman, that is, you will live a new life, and you will only experience the suffering you experienced in the past again, you can think clearly." ”

******

Yue Guo.

Thirty years of Yonghe.

Guotai Min'an, at this time it is March in the world, the wind and the sun are beautiful, the yard is red and willow green, a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, is sitting under the peach blossom tree swing.

There was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl standing next to her, gently pushing the swing.

Wisps of spring breeze blowing, the girl's sideburns of hair fly gently, revealing a bright face, under the curved eyebrows, a pair of apricot eyes shine like stars, petals fall with the wind, sprinkled on the girl's hair.

The girl was dressed in crescent white clothes, dressed very elegantly, but her lips were red and her teeth were white, and she still looked delicate and moving.

It's the age of flowers, just look closely, such a picturesque face, but there is indifference in the eyes that are different from this age, as if thinking about something.

The girl is Jiang Ran, the only daughter of the Guangling Shenzhen Jiang family. The girl pushing the swing is named Angelica Bai.

The Jiang family is an ancestral family of medicine, not only in Guangling, but also in the entire Jianghuai region.

Most of the girls in the house are named after medicinal herbs.

Jiang Ran closed her eyes gently, it had been two days since she returned to this body, and the voice in her head was still so clear, "You're just a woman." ”

You're just a woman, she's heard that many times.

There had never been a time when she had been so upset as she was now.

Women? Is a woman so despised?

At this moment, the sound of brisk footsteps came from far and near. Disrupting the miscellaneous thoughts in Jiang Ran's heart, Jiang Ran's brows furrowed secretly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The name of the person who came was Peony, and the person was as delicate as a peony flower. Wearing a red shirt with a thin layer of powder.

Jiang Ran glanced at it lightly and continued to swing.

Peony piled up a smile on her face, "Why is the girl dressed so plain today, the slave remembers that the girl doesn't like such clothes." I've been doing this plain for two months, why did I wear it today?"

As he spoke, he put away his smile and scolded Bai Zhi next to him, "Bai Zhi, are you serving the girl like this?" I don't know how the old lady likes the girl's favorite delicate and pretty dress, how did she find such clothes for the girl to wear? ”

Bai Zhi pursed her lips and was about to refute, but when she saw Jiang Ran's expression, she swallowed the words when she came to her mouth.

Jiang Ran wiped away the indifference in his eyes, a smile condensed on his lips, and looked at Peony, "Don't you think it looks good when you wear it like this?" Sister Lan Xin wears this every day, but her grandmother is very happy to see it. ”

Peony's heart jumped, the girl is the eldest daughter, and the only daughter, her temperament is arrogant, and she has always been moody, but she was assigned to the girl by the old lady, and she has been serving for two years, and she has already figured out the girl's temperament, and she is very shameful.

But in the last two days, the girl has rarely been angry, and she always has a smile on her face every day, and she looks gentle and indifferent, but for some reason, she often panics when she faces the girl.

Peony was a little unsure of what Jiang Ran meant, so she hurriedly said, "The girl is good-looking, and she looks good no matter how she wears it." How can Miss Lan compare to a girl? ”

"Can't you compare?" Jiang Ran raised his eyes, and a pair of eyebrows seemed to be clear.

Her eyes fell on the light clothes on her body, and she smiled lightly, "You often say that grandmother likes delicate colors, but no matter how delicate I wear, she doesn't like me, Cousin Lanxin has always worn light, but grandmother hurts her heart and liver, so it can be seen that clothes are secondary, and the most important thing is talent." ”

Her smile changed from shallow to deep, "I don't like this color either, but today I suddenly thought about wearing it once, and I will only wear it this time." ”

Today is my own sacrifice day.

Back then, she died in the spring of the recovery of all things, a wisp of soul wandering for several years, and now she finally returned to the spring of thirteen years old, the spring of her life that had a turning point.

On such a day, she always wants to pay tribute.

Paying tribute to your past self.

In her mind, the despair of her mother's death, her father's dying remorse, the relief of being a shot in the chest, and the unwillingness to be reincarnated after death.

Rotten bones and flesh, dead wood and flowers. It's all gone.

It's all gone.

The parents are still alive, and the Jiang family is still there.

It's just getting started.

Peony's face was a little hot, the old lady liked delicate colors, these words were often on her lips, and it was also what Miss Lan taught her to tell the girl, Jiang Ran asked rhetorically, as if she knew something.

Peony's heart is up and down.

Jiang Ran had already gotten up, "Why hasn't Bai Wei come back yet?" ”

As he was asking, he saw Bai Wei leading a woman in her thirties in, holding brand-new clothes and jewelry in her hand.

This woman is Chen Niangzi, the steward of the Ayaluo Pavilion.

Bai Wei's long face looked at Jiang Ran and nodded slightly.

Peony didn't see it, her eyes were falling on the new tufts of clothes.

It seems that the girl is making new clothes again, Peony is slightly relieved, the girl is still the same girl, the girl loves Jiao, the girl always has to make a few new clothes every once in a while, using the wife's body. Peony followed, only to see Jiang Ran looking at the newly made clothes.

Mrs. Chen said with a smile, "The eldest lady's clothes this time are very different from usual, the slave family looks at it, there is less dazzling color, but it is extremely elegant, but the eldest lady is good-looking, no matter what kind of clothes she wears, they are very commensurate." ”

Jiang Ran smiled, "Thank you Mrs. Chen." Peony, you send Mrs. Chen. ”

She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself, this crescent-white dress was really very plain.

This is Cheng Lanxin's dressing style. Cheng Lan has a slender mind and body, a delicate face, and always gives people a feeling of pity when she wears it.

In the past, she wanted to imitate Cheng Lanxin and please her grandmother, so she specially made this dress, and the peony was always on her lips, talking about her grandmother's liking of delicate clothes, saying that she didn't look good in such clothes, and this clothing had been lying in the closet and had never been worn once.

Peony secretly has different intentions, but one sentence is correct, she has a bright face, but she is not suitable for such plain clothes.

Bai Zhi smiled and said, "Girl, I'll serve you to change your clothes." ”

Jiang Ran nodded.