"Qingyun, I want to eat the peach blossom cake you made." Zhou Zhengzheng said.

Jing Lan wiped the corners of her eyes and choked up, "The slave will make it for you immediately." ”

Zhou Zhengzheng loves to eat peach blossom cakes made by Qingyun, and every bite seems to be a warm memory.

It was one of the few happy memories in her life.

How could Jing Lan not satisfy her?

Soon, the hot peach blossom cake was ready.

Zhou Zhengzheng ate peach blossom cakes, and the sorrow on his face dissipated.

Qingyun's craftsmanship is still so good.

She hasn't died for so many years, just because she can't let go. There is one more person in her heart.

If that year, she didn't fall for the dog man and woman, she didn't marry the king of Qi, if he hadn't rushed over to save her, wouldn't he have died?

He had been gone for more than twenty years, and the golden hairpin he gave her was later buried in the snow by her.

Suddenly, the bell of the temple rang abruptly.

The ethereal sound of the bell made Zhou Zheng shake all over.

It has been a long time since the bell has been rung in Huguoji.

Huguo Temple never rings the big bell easily, even if the evening drum and morning bell for monks to practice on weekdays, it must be struck by the small bell in the morning or at dusk. The sound of the bell can't be heard here.

Only the big bell of Huguo Temple can have such a vast sound quality.

has lived in the imperial capital all her life, how can she not tell the difference.

Her gaze, fluttering like a withered leaf, fell in the distance.

If the bell keeps ringing, something must have happened to the court.

In the Ming Dynasty, only when the emperor was funeral or when the palace was washed in blood in a foreign country, the bell of the Huguo Temple would be continuously ringed.

What's more, nine hundred and ninety-nine knocks in a row can only show that the new emperor has died.

Jing Lan said happily: "It's really the sky with eyes, and the revenge of the Duke of Wu has finally been avenged." ”

Zhou Zheng smiled bitterly.

It doesn't matter whether the emperor is dead or not, whether the palace has been breached, because after the fall of the Duke of Wu, the surroundings of the Da Ming Dynasty are full of crises, the national fortune has declined, and her enemies are killed, it is a matter of time.

Hate is that she can't watch the enemy die.

The breath was weak and couldn't sit still, and Qingyun lay under the peach tree with her.

Her black hair spread out, and her hand like a stump pointed to the sky.

"I hate, hate, I am not willing to ......"

It's all over after all.

In a trance, Zhou Zhengzheng saw that during the summer festival that year, he lit a candle for her on the lotus leaves in the pond, and his gentle laughter warmed her ears.

The red gold hairpin wrapped in silk on her headdress also rotated carelessly.

It was full of laughter.

Lang rode a bamboo horse and bowed his head to make green plums.

The human face is like a peach blossom, and the golden hairpin is buried in the snow. ”

I don't know who it is in the distance, chanting this minor.

It's a pity, it's a pity.

The agarwood crumbs in the room, the light struggled and shook a few times, and finally completely extinguished......

Flying sand in the sky. Qingfeng twenty-five years of spring.

On the Beijing Road, a green cover bead eight treasure car slowly drove by, and the lilac-colored curtain was decorated with glass balls, making a crisp sound.

They were followed by dozens of black-painted flat-topped cars and guards who looked like iron buckets. All of them had sand and dust on their faces, but their expressions were serious and their eyes were sharp.

Sitting in this eight-treasure car is the eight-year-old eldest daughter of the Principality of Wu, Zhou Zheng, and a maid with him.

Wu Guogong is the head of the five major princes of the Ming Dynasty, and this time the palm beads were taken back to the capital Houfu from the side stopper, and naturally the guards were complete, and there were few mistakes.

The carriage was very large, with a bed made of twelve oak trees and a quilt woven with gold lotuses, which was simple and luxurious.

Zhou Zheng was wearing a lotus-colored gown, covered with a golden plum blossom pattern skirt, leaning crookedly, stroking the soft bed quilt. The maid Narcissus sat in the corner below, shaking a fan for a bowl of medicinal soup.

Zhou Zheng exhaled hard, and the breath was hot. Hands are also hot.

It's been two days, and when she woke up, she was in the car, and the personal maid Narcissus who was killed by Zhou Yunluo in the past was still alive, but at this time it was just an eight-year-old girl who was two years older than her, and the flat-headed carriage was full of maids and grandmothers, all of which were exactly the same as the scene when she was eight years old.

Narcissus is in a hurry, and the girl who was still alive in the barracks a few days ago, how can she say that she fainted and fainted? So she and a few grandmothers took care of her day and night, and she woke up again.

She is not dead yet, she is back to the age of eight.

Life can start over.

After a trance, Zhou Zhengzheng accepted the reality of rebirth.

It's good, it's good, she's still eight years old, then, it's still too late!

"Girl, drink this bowl of medicine!" Narcissus is good at decoction of medicines, and the accompanying military doctors also have commonly used medicinal herbs with them, "I will go back to the house soon, if the Duchess of Guo sees the girl's face so pale, she will definitely feel sorry for the girl." ”

"I drink, I drink." Zhou Zheng drank all in one breath.

Narcissus was stunned, the girl was most afraid of bitterness, in the past, she had to persuade her to drink medicine for a long time and add candied fruit to drink, but how could she ...... this time The girl didn't even look at the preserves on the plate.

How could Narcissus know that Zhou Zheng wanted to tell her that she would be obedient and obedient in the future, and would not knock over the medicine that Narcissus gave her.

Narcissus was originally called by the Duchess of Guo, because she could soak medicinal materials and a little bit of medical skills, and the Duchess loved Zhou Zheng, so she gave Narcissus to Zhou Zheng. Narcissus is loyal and honest, and serves Zhou Zheng very hard.

But who would have thought, it was because of Narcissus's medical skills, after marrying into the palace of King Qi, he became Zhou Zheng's right-hand man, and at the same time became the thorn in the side of Zhou Yunluo and King Qi, and was killed soon.

In contrast, Qingyun, the equally loyal but more stupid maid, can live to the end and die with her.

Zhou Zhengzheng remembered Qingyun, Qingyun should be waiting for her in the Guogong Mansion at this time!

"Girl, the front is the capital." Narcissus lifted the corner of the curtain and said happily.

Zhou Zhengzheng still remembers that when he was four years old, Zhou Zhengzheng pestered his father to go to the border together, and Grandpa Guo has always regarded Zhou Zhengzheng as the pearl in his palm, so he was naturally reluctant to take it to the border to endure hardship. Helplessly, Zhou Zhengzheng secretly hid in the carriage when Grandpa Guo set off, where could Grandpa Guo bear to drive his baby daughter off the car, so he naturally took it, while sending the servant to the house to tell Duchess Guo.

At that time, the Duchess of Wu Guo was missing her daughter, so she was naturally anxious, but she knew that Zhou Zhengzheng was leaving with her father, so she silently accepted it. I had to send a dozen or so grandmothers and the big girl Narcissus to go with them.

The Duchess was still pregnant at the time, so she couldn't come over in person to hug Zhou Zheng again, so naturally she didn't even see her parting.

Speaking of which, Zhou Zheng misses his mother.

For the reborn Zhou Zhengzheng, it was only two years of separation from his mother, but in his previous life, Zhou Zhengzheng and Wu Guogongfu were separated by more than 20 years.