Zhao Qin didn't sleep well all night, first felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, shivering from the cold, and then felt that the surrounding noise was not good, and finally he slept soundly, and was poured into a stomach full of bitter things. One night, devastated, Zhao Qin finally opened her eyes.

"Miss, wake up!" An excited voice sounded in his ears: "Dongmei, go and inform the eldest young master!"

Zhao Qin stood and blinked, her vision became clear, and in front of her was the face of a strange young girl, with a flushed tent man on top of her head, and pink tassels drooping from the tent man. She propped herself up on the bed with her hands and slowly sat up.

"Miss, slow down!" the girl hurriedly held her, "Be dizzy!"

Zhao Qin looked up and saw that on the diagonal opposite side of the bed was a dressing table inlaid with tortoiseshell shells, which was very gorgeous and dazzling, and there was a diamond bronze mirror with a brocade sleeve and a jewelry box with red lacquer carved plum blossoms. On either side of the dresser are two embroidered silk silks on the walls. Turning his head, there was a rosewood desk, on which was a yellowish plain silk, next to it was an inkstone, and a few brushes were inserted in the pen holder. In a porcelain pot by the window is a delicate pearl plum. There is a large window to the left of the desk, and the shadow of verdant bamboo is outside the window, and a gentle breeze blows, making a rhythmic rustling sound.

"Miss!" the girl saw that Nangong Ling did not speak, and called cautiously.

Zhao Qin glanced at the girl and asked, "Is this filming?"

"Huh?" the girl froze.

Zhao Qin then asked: "It's not filming, it's a dream?"

"Little, Miss," the girl stammered, "You, you are not dreaming. ”

Zhao Qin lifted the quilt and jumped off the bed, and rushed to the window barefoot.

"Miss!" exclaimed the girl, taking her clothes and draping them over her.

Zhao Qin looked out the window, an antique courtyard, not much different from what she usually sees in TV dramas and movies, vermilion pillars, walls carved from white stone bricks, rockeries, small ponds, and long corridors, where people in ancient costumes walk through from time to time.

"It's not filming, it's not a dream," Zhao Qin muttered...... "Then I'm ...... Crossed?"

"Miss, it's cold on the ground, so the slave should help you back to bed!" the girl persuaded.

Zhao Qinqiang calmed down and was helped back to the bed by the girl, who poured a glass of water and served her to drink.

"Miss, do you feel any discomfort? Why don't I go and ask Dr. Wang to come?" the girl asked.

Zhao Qin looked at her and said, "What's your name?"

"Little, Miss!" the girl said tremblingly, "I am Dongmei, your personal maid." ”

Zhao Qin asked, "Who am I?"

"Miss" The girl knelt down: "You are the young lady of the Nangong family, Nangong Ling." ”

"Bring the mirror!" Zhao Qin said.

Seeing that her face was wrong, the girl hurriedly handed over the bronze mirror on the table, Zhao Qin looked at the face in the mirror, the moon was beautiful, the eyebrows were clear, the teeth were white and the lips were red, it was indeed the face of an ancient beauty.

It seems that I really am, crossed over!

"Ling'er, you're awake. "A young man walked in through the door.

As soon as the girl saw her, she squatted down, saluted, and said, "Young Master!"

After thinking about it like a flash of lightning, Zhao Qin quickly created a desperate expression on his face, and said excitedly: "Who are you?

Young man: "......"

Father, mother, eldest brother, the three people in front of them are the immediate family members of their own body.

Chunxiang and Dongmei are their own standard maids.

The white-haired and white-bearded old man in front of him who was taking his pulse was Dr. Wang.

Doctor Wang withdrew his hand to check the pulse, twisted his gray beard, and said, "There is nothing wrong with Miss's body, as for why she suddenly lost her memory, it may be caused by accidentally hitting her head when she fell into the pool." The old man was not sure that he could be cured, so he could only prescribe a few patches of medicine and eat them. ”

"Doctor Wang bothered!" After Nangong Yu finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Zhao Qin and said, "Ling'er, don't be afraid, Dad will definitely cure you." ”

Looking at the two old men in front of him who were worried about him, Zhao Qin felt very guilty. But guilt is guilt, and nothing is better than telling them that "I am not your daughter, your daughter may have hung up". Therefore, Zhao Qin decided to hide it to the end.

"Father, mother, it's all daughters who are not good, which makes you worried. Zhao Qin said.

"Ling'er!" Looking at her rare and sensible daughter, Mrs. Nangong began to burst into tears.

Zhao Qin: "......"

"Dad, mother," Nangong Jun said: "Ling'er is nothing serious, the second elder will go back first, and I'll talk to Ling'er." ”

"It's okay!" Nangong Yu said: "Your sister can't remember the past, so you just happened to talk to her." ”

Mrs. Nangong reluctantly took Zhao Qin's hand and said, "Ling'er, you have a good rest, and my mother will come to see you tomorrow." ”

Zhao Qin nodded obediently, and said in her heart: Let's go, I really can't stand your crying.

After Nangong Jun sent the two old men out, he turned around and walked to Zhao Qin's bedside, sat down, and looked at Zhao Qin.

Zhao Qin was hairy by him, and said in his heart: Shouldn't you see that I am an impostor?

"Ling'er!" Nangong Jun said, "How much do you remember about the past?"

Zhao Qin shook his head and said, "Don't you remember everything?"

"Don't you remember all of them?" Nangong Jun asked, "Duan Tianshu, do you have any impression of this name?"

"No impression" Zhao Qin asked: "Who is he?

"Ahem," Nangong Jun coughed twice: "Since you don't remember, forget it." You don't have to worry either. Forget it, forget it!"

"Oh!" Zhao Qin thought to herself: "What do you mean, do you want me to remember or not!"

"Ling'er," Nangong Jun said, "You are the eldest lady of the Nangong family, Nangong Ling." ”