It seemed that after a long time, Meng Jia suddenly woke up. Her eyes were white, and she hadn't reacted for a moment, but the memories began to come back, and she remembered what had happened.

"And where is this," she thought to herself, "this white is a mosquito net, is this a hospital?"

She subconsciously touched her neck, as if she didn't feel anything uncomfortable, and then she sat up, and a brocade bed broke into her eyes.

"What? What is it? I don't have a quilt like this at home. Meng Jia was puzzled, so she opened the curtain and saw a little girl sleeping on the bed, dressed in ancient clothes.

Meng Jia was startled, and quickly lowered the curtain, her mind blank. "So what's going on, where the hell is this? Am I not dead? She thought to herself.

The girl who collapsed heard the movement and had already woken up, packed up her clothes, made water for washing, walked to the bed and said carefully, "Miss, the water for washing has been prepared." “

Meng Jia didn't answer, the little maid waited for a while, and then cautiously said it again. Meng Jia still didn't answer, and the little maid was a little flustered,"

Miss, are you feeling unwell, do you want me to tell the master? “

When Meng Jia heard this, she quickly replied: "No." “

After speaking, she lifted the curtain, stood up, and faced the light, Meng Jia couldn't see the little girl's appearance clearly, so she felt childish, and she was about thirteen or fourteen years old. The little maid was already ready to dress her at this time, she wanted to refuse, but then she thought about it, she didn't know how to wear these clothes herself, so she better learn first.

I saw that the little maid dressed her with her hands and feet, and then said to her respectfully, "Miss, please wash up." “

Meng Jia has almost figured out the situation at the moment, probably just crossing over, looking at his life experience in this way, it is not bad. I just didn't know what this appearance had become, so I walked to the bronze mirror curiously to see what I looked like.

I was startled at first glance, this has not changed at all, Meng Jia was unwilling, and took a closer look, except for the skin quality is better, the others have not changed at all, the single eyelid is still a single eyelid, but it looks a little immature.

Meng Jia looked at her face and guessed in her heart that this girl was probably fourteen or fifteen years old. I don't feel sorry that I passed away at such a good age. For a while, I thought of what happened to me, and I sighed in my heart.

The little maid saw Meng Jia stunned in front of the bronze mirror, and called Miss in a low voice, pulling Meng Jia's thoughts back. Meng Jia couldn't help sighing, lowered her head and was about to wash, the little maid hurriedly stepped forward to serve, not daring to slack off.

After washing, he went outside to have breakfast, Meng Jia took a closer look at the things on the table, and it was not as rich as he imagined, but a blue bowl of sesame porridge with an oil cake.

It looked good, so she sat down and ate slowly. Originally, she usually eats slowly, but then she thought to herself, "I should always be a lady, no matter how bad it is, it is a small jasper, so I have to be elegant." So he ate more slowly.

The little maid stood at the table the whole time, waiting at any time. Although Meng Jia was a little unaccustomed to it, she also understood that this was an ancient rule, so she accepted it calmly.

After eating, the little maid packed up the dishes and chopsticks and went out, so that Meng Jia could take a closer look at the room.

There is also an embroidery frame in the dining place outside, on which I don't know whether it is silk or silk, embroidered with a few lotus flowers, which has not yet been completed. Meng Jia walked towards the inner room again, and there was a screen between the inside and outside. In the middle is a carved bed, Meng Jia has seen it in her hometown before, but the workmanship is not so exquisite, there is a wooden shelf in front of the bed, and there is a basin and a copper mirror. There was still a little space behind the bed, with a few boxes on top of each other, and a few windows.

Meng Jia stretched out her hand to open the window, and a beautiful scenery came into view. It turned out that there was a garden in the back, a pavilion of the water pavilion, which was very interesting, and you could also see some servants walking around in it. This is the little maid who came in, and saw her looking at the scenery, so she said softly, "Miss, do you want to go down for a walk?" Meng Jia was also willing to go down in her heart, but she was worried that she would expose her flaws, after all, she didn't know anyone now, not even her name. He shook his head.

The little maid looked at her and shook her head, and stopped talking. After watching it for a while, Meng Jia felt bored, so she walked to the chair outside and sat down, the little maid had already poured the tea and put it upright.

Meng Jia felt that there was no way to go on like this, so was she so silent?

So she said to the little maid, "I had a nightmare at night, and I dreamed that I had become another person, and that dream was so real that I still can't tell whether I was in a dream or not, and who do you say I am?" ”

The little maid lowered her head and said, "You are a young lady." Hearing this answer, Meng Jia felt a cold sweat in her heart, and she had to think of other ways.

Then he said to her, "I remember you can write." ”

The little maid hurriedly replied: "Miss, I can't write, I can recognize some words." ”

Another cold sweat, what can I do?

Meng Jia was worried. The little maid saw that she was unhappy, and comforted her softly: "Miss, I know that you are depressed, but you can't be sad about yourself, the master will find a way." ”

After hearing this, Meng Jia seemed to grasp a glimmer of hope, so she asked her, "What about the master?" ”

The little maid hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't know." "I finally saw a little hope, and it was broken.

Meng Jia began to worry again, and suddenly thought of a good idea, and said to her: "I see that the flowers in the garden are blooming very beautifully, you go pick a few and put them in a vase." "The little maid was blessed and went out.

Meng Jia went to the back window, watched the little maid walk to the garden, and hurriedly ran to the corridor outside the front door, and saw a few maids cleaning in the courtyard, so he waved to one of them and asked her to come up. The maid hurriedly put down her work and walked to the second floor. Meng Jia said to her, "You go and call her back." “

The maid didn't react, and looked at Meng Jia with a puzzled expression.

Meng Jia pretended to be in a hurry and said to her: "I forgot her name for a while, what is the name of my personal maid." “

The maid suddenly realized and said: It's Sister Qingxi, I'll call it. With that, he ran down. Meng Jia silently recited it a few times in her heart, Qingxi Qingxi, the name is quite good.

After a while, Qingxi came back with broken steps, carrying a basket of freshly picked flowers in his hand.

Meng Jia saw that her eyes were clear and bright, and she felt that this name was very appropriate. Because he knew her name and had confidence in his heart, he smiled and said to her, "Qingxi, you can put these flowers on." ”

Who knew that the little maid saw that she was happy, so she opened the chatterbox, and said to herself while arranging flowers: "Miss, you should also go out for a walk, I rarely see you smile these days, you are much happier today than before." This is something that the master has to figure out. “

Meng Jia actually wanted to know what was going on, and she had heard her say it twice, but she couldn't ask, so she replied ambiguously: "I also know it in my heart, but it's just hard to accept." “

Qingxi took over and continued: "Even if you get married, is it possible that you dare to bully you?" You are the crown princess appointed by the Son of Heaven, and no matter how stubborn the prince is, he will not dare to do anything to you. Besides, our lord is a hero of a country. The prince doesn't look at the monk's face, but he has to look at the Buddha's face......."

Meng Jia didn't listen to a word of the latter words, what is it, these messages exploded in her mind like a bomb, she felt weak in her limbs, and sat down on the chair. My mind went blank again, and suddenly the news of my death came to my eyes again, my heart palpitated, I felt that my brain was starved of oxygen, and I was groggy and crumbling, and I lost consciousness.