The spring is bright, the Qingxing Garden is full of flowers, and the birds are singing. On the stone path at the entrance of the courtyard, a girl with a curling grace hurriedly ran by.

She has bright eyebrows and bright teeth, eyes like bright stars, and an elegant temperament, even if she trots all the way, she still looks smart and dusty.

This girl is Yan Qingge. She died with great hatred, and when she opened her eyes again, she was back when she was nine years old.

"Miss, Miss, you wait for Ruyi, don't run so fast, Ruyi can't keep up." Ruyi, who was only half a year older than Yan Qingge, panted and ran after Yan Qingge.

"Today, my father came back from being an official in other places, and I haven't seen him for three years, and I can't wait to meet him." Yan Qingge gritted his teeth and said. The expression on her face was distorted, and her eyes flashed with hatred, not at all as happy as she had spoken. Instead, her face became gentle, and she smiled and said to Ruyi, "Did I let you bring the things you brought?" ”

Ruyi let out a long breath, raised the things in his hand, and said, "My eldest lady, how dare I not bring it." These days, in order to make these things, you get up early and stay late, don't think about tea and dinner, and you are tired and lose a lot of weight. ”

Yan Qingge didn't think about tea and dinner, she deliberately cut down her diet in order to control her weight.

Before she was reborn, because of her weight of 400 catties, she suffered too much and lost too many things.

After being reborn, the biggest surprise was not that her father had not straightened Aunt Hai, nor that her marriage contract with the prince was still there. It's that her body hasn't started to gain weight yet, and there is still room for redemption.

She reached out and touched her cheek and smiled, "Skinny? I'm quite thin now, but I don't know what will happen in a few years. Okay, I'll teach you what you say, don't make a mistake in a moment. ”

Walking all the way, Yan Qingge waited by the second gate.

The time she came was just right, and before she waited for a moment, there was a commotion outside, and a clear man's voice came: "Meizhen, you are tired all the way, take Shuyu back to the courtyard to rest first." Let Qingge go to your house tomorrow to see you. ”

Mi-jin is Aunt Hai's name. Yan Qingge heard Yan Songnian's words, and the cold light in his eyes was bright. Hai Meizhen is a concubine, where is she qualified to be visited by Yan Qingge, a genuine concubine, it can be seen that Yan Songnian, a foolish thing, has been completely recovered by Aunt Hai in the three years that he has been released as an official.

This was the case in her previous life, Yan Qingge waited hard in the house for her father to summon her, but her father seemed to have forgotten her as a daughter, and only asked his subordinates to bring a few words, saying that they had a tiring journey and would meet again when they were packed. Yan Qingge waited and waited, and finally went to the door by himself, and found that Aunt Hai was already preparing for the banquet that was corrected.

Yan Songnian turned the wall proudly with a spring breeze on his face, and his footsteps stopped. I saw a delicate little man standing behind the wall with a maid, looking at him with red eyes.

"Daddy, you're back, Qingge misses you so much." Yan Qingge wiped his eyes with a handkerchief dipped in ginger juice, tears fell down one by one, but the corners of his mouth were forced to put on a coquettish smile, like a swallow returning to the nest, and suddenly threw himself into Yan Songnian's arms.

Ruyi handed over a box next to him, and said crisply: "Master, Miss's daily diary hangs on you, every time she thinks about you, she will make you something, you see, these are all the things she made for you." ”

Yan Songnian took the box, opened it, and saw that there were full purses, handkerchiefs and other things inside. On each thing, there is a tall green pine embroidered, which corresponds to its own name, and the posture of these green pines is different, which shows that the mind has been exhausted. Although the craftsmanship of the embroidery is mediocre, it is full of daughters' thoughts and curtains about their father.

For Yan Songnian's brain supplement, Yan Qingge could have expected it a long time ago. She did this to make him want to be crooked.

In fact, when Yan Qingge was reborn, there were only five or six days left before her father Yan Songnian came home from other places, but she had to make as many things as possible, and she couldn't let others know, so she stepped up her time to hastily embroider the shape on the fabric, and then asked Ruyi to do simple coloring and sewing work.

In her eyes, these piles of purse handkerchiefs are actually inferior products.

Yan Qingge picked out a crooked melon and cracked jujube purse from it, tied it to Yan Songnian's waist with his own hands, Yan Songnian was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, hugged Yan Qingge and praised her again and again, and took her hand with love and pity, and walked towards the cold friend house where he lived.