There are many women from the house of the guilty ministers.

In the past, they were all pampered pearls in the splendid boudoir, but because of the misfortune of the family, they were implicated, suffered by this catastrophe, and became a plaything for people to pick and trample on at will in the turbid world.

In the midst of her difficulties, Lu Jiayue remembered the poems that her father Lu Mian often recited to herself.

"I'd rather die with incense on the branches, how could it have blown down in the north wind."

Just when the Faculty Division regarded her as a treasure and was waiting to be sold for a price, she faced the mirror and used a small silver knife to cut her face with her own hands.

The once flawless jade-like face has become ugly and terrifying due to several bloody scars.

In a fit of rage, the priest ordered her to be whipped to the point of exhaustion, thrown into the firewood room, and left to fend for herself.

The scars on her body burned like fire, and she was in uncontrollable pain. But in half a day, she was dying, and her mental thoughts in her heart were like quicksand, silently dissipated.

However, while this breath was still alive, she saw her father Lu Mian again.

Lu Mian no longer wears an official robe, he is wearing a minimalist green cloth shirt, he is still gentle and elegant as before, with a gentle and loving smile on his face.

"Yue'er, don't be afraid, Daddy is here to pick you up."

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When I opened my eyes again and was in a trance for a long time, I realized that I had returned to three years ago, when I first arrived at Qu's house, when I was born with that serious illness.

"Miss, let's eat it," Xin Zhu took another small pastel porcelain bowl and scooped a few shrimp wontons, and held them to Lu Jiayue's hand, "It won't taste good if you soak it for a while." ”

In her previous life, Lu Jiayue liked the shrimp wontons made in the Qu family's kitchen.

I took a spoon and scooped one into my mouth, it was fragrant and smooth, and the taste was the same as in my previous life. But somehow, tears fell from his eyes.

Three days after she woke up, she had been suspecting that she was in a dream, until the familiar smell returned to the tip of her tongue.

This is not a dream.

She's really come back to life.

Tears kept falling, falling into the bowl and dissolving into the soup.

Xin Zhu's eyes were sharp, and he had seen it first, but he didn't make a sound, and only held a silk handkerchief and offered it.

There is no one in the Qu family who doesn't know that this Miss Lu Biao loves to cry, Xin Zhu is her personal maid since she was a child, and she has long been accustomed to it. wanted to open her mouth to persuade her, but Lu Jiayue had gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a silk handkerchief, and ate the wontons one bite after another with a bowl.

Except for the slight redness of the eye circles, it was as calm as if nothing had happened.

Xin Zhu was a little uneasy.

This seems to be a little different from the old lady... But what is the difference, Xin Zhu can't say.

A small bowl of wontons is eaten, and the tip of the tongue inexplicably stays a little bitter. Lu Jiayue didn't know whether this bitterness came from her heart or her tears.

The heart is bitter, can the tears not be bitter?

Lu Jiayue put the bowl aside, calmed her thoughts a little, and said to a few maids: "I've been sick for a few days, and you have also been tired, and you don't have a time to eat, send someone to the small kitchen to say, from tomorrow, I will send food according to the opening time of the small kitchen," and pointed to the food on the kang table, "I've eaten, you can take these down and eat." ”

She has always eaten little, and the maids no longer persuade her, so she will clean up all the food.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was as dark as night.

The wind lamps under the porch were lit, and the warm yellow lights and shadows reflected in the courtyard, which seemed to dispel the chill of the wind and rain.

Lu Jiayue was silently distracted, and suddenly there was a sound of light footsteps outside, and when she looked up, the little maid Yan'er opened the curtain and let the two women in.

It is Qu Ying, the eldest lady of the Qu family, and her maid Hongxuan.

"It's still warm in the house." Qu Ying said with a smile, and the red silk untied the big red feather satin cloak behind her for her.

Lu Jiayue was about to lift the brocade quilt and get off the kang, but Qu Ying walked up in two steps and held it down, Lu Jiayue saw that Qu Ying's cheeks were flushed, obviously she was blown by the wind on the road, and she suddenly felt very sorry in her heart.

"It's so cold, it's windy and rainy, why does my sister want to come to see me at this time? If I had been afflicted with the wind and cold, and had my body hurt because of this, would it not have been my sin? ”

Qu Ying sat down next to Lu Jiayue, smiled and patted the honey-red satin embroidered peony jacket she was wearing, "You see that I have put on all the jackets, and I have a cloak to protect me from the cold, where is it freezing?" He got closer and took a closer look at Lu Jiayue's face under the lamp, "Well, this complexion is really better than yesterday." ”

Juxiang poured a cup of hot tea, Lu Jiayue hurriedly took it and held it to Qu Ying with her own hands: "In these days when I was sick, my aunt prayed for me in front of the Buddha every day, and Doctor Cheng treated me, and my sister came to see me once or twice a day, if my illness is not good, I will really be sorry for you." ”

"If I can make you feel better faster, even if I come to see you ten times a day, I am willing," Qu Ying took the teacup, took two sips, and rested it on the kang table, "According to me, you are still sick and unaccustomed, our Yanjing is located in the north, and it has entered winter at the beginning of October, it is cold and dry, and it is not as moist as Jiangnan. ”

Before entering Beijing, Lu Jiayue had been in laissez-faire with her father Lu Mian, and Lu Mian had served in Jiangnan for six years before being promoted to the political envoy of Yunnan and Guizhou.

Yanshui Township in the south of the Yangtze River, with a warm and pleasant climate, is indeed not comparable to Yanjing, which is located in the north.

At this time, in the eyes of others, she still left Jiangnan, went north to Beijing and said goodbye to her father's little girl, but for her, it has been another lifetime, the smoke willow green embankment in Jiangnan, rich and prosperous, and the small bridge family with ink paintings, has become a little blurred in her memory.

Lu Jiayue smiled lightly, "It's just that I don't fight for myself, and my body is too weak, and I can't help it at all." ”

"Are you afraid of being weak or something? Just take care of it. Qu Ying gently held Lu Jiayue's hand, looked at her by the light of the lamp, and suddenly laughed, "I went to greet my grandmother this morning, and the fourth aunt was still laughing with my mother, saying that the little girl that my mother brought into the house was originally a porcelain doll, white and tender, strange and cute, but it was a pity that the season was not good, so the porcelain doll became a sick doll, so it's a pity." ”

Lu Jiayue couldn't help but smile when she heard this, "The fourth lady is used to laughing, I am a sick cat like a person, at most I am just a mud doll." ”

Qu Ying looked at her with a pair of black and white eyes, "What mud doll?" Where in the world to find such a beautiful clay doll? Seeing a strand of hair scattered from her sideburns, he reached out and tucked it behind her ear, "Speaking of which, you are sick, I think it is much quieter than the crying and crying appearance when you just entered the house." ”

Reborn for a lifetime! has experienced that nightmarish past, how can he still be as ignorant and naïve as in his previous life?

I was depressed and puzzled, and the worries and troubles naturally turned into traces and fell on the eyebrows under my eyes.

Others may not be able to perceive it, but Qu Ying is a person who is quite close to her, and she has always been smart, so she naturally has a sense of it.

Lu Jiayue didn't want Qu Ying to worry, so she deliberately smiled coquettishly, "It can be seen that being sick also has some benefits, at least it can make people grow their minds." If it weren't for this disease, I'm afraid I would still cry and make trouble every day, going to find my father. ”

Qu Ying smiled and nodded, "That's right, no one in this mansion will make fun of you for being a crying little girl in the future." ”