The dawn of Xinhai was earlier than that of Xishu.

The warm morning breeze swept some of the saltiness of the sea, warmly brushing the brick walls, tiles and spires of the houses. Outside the stone railing, which has experienced more than half a century of wind and rain, the sycamore swayes.

Feng He pulled a chair, held the tablet, and sat on the balcony reading a book.

Last night, she fumbled with the nickname "Paddy" and spent the night on the net.

Qiao Zhenzhen downloaded a lot of historical books and documents for her on the Internet, and she knew that even the Song Kingdom was not the same as in her memory, after the Northern Song Dynasty, there was the Southern Song Dynasty, and the Southern Song Dynasty had Jin and Yuan in the same period, and then the Ming and Qing dynasties......

It's just that this information is a little small, not enough to see.

She searched online again.

Xiaoba is really right, this "net" is indeed a good thing, well, I also want to thank her for teaching herself pinyin.

In this way, it is the phonetic plus pinyin plus handwriting that can make her stumble and use search.

I thought back to climbing the window in the hospital...... Feng He almost helped Qiao Zhenzhen split two bedrooms and two living rooms into three bedrooms and two living rooms.

It's still important to learn, and it's really important to learn.

……

While Feng He was immersed in hard reading, Qiao Zhenzhen slept very comfortably.

There is no press release, no drama to film, nothing to do, and more importantly, there is no Sister Mei.

It wasn't until the sun rose that he finally got up from the bed.

Her first thing was to wash up, and the second thing she did was to go into her cloakroom.

？？？

No, go in the wrong way, come again.

"Xiao He, Xiao He, Xiao He!"

Qiao Zhenzhen rushed out of the room wearing a small silk suspender, hid behind the curtains, poked her head out, and broke the quiet years under the plane tree, "My clothes are gone again!" ”

Then he shouted "what to do, what to do" and ran away.

"Huh?" Feng He got up and returned to the house, really not understanding Qiao Zhenzhen's dedication to clothes.

She followed the sound to the door of Qiao Zhenzhen's cloakroom. Stand still, and see my friend scratching her hair in front of a few rows of cabinets.

After taking a closer look, Feng He was a little dizzy for a while.

It was a room about 20 feet square, and it was not much larger than the "living room". There are cabinets all around.

The doors were made of brown glass with metal lines, and the light shone through the glass, and most of them hung skirts of various fabrics, silk, gold and even feathers, and she could not name many more.

There is a jewelry shelf next to it, and a dazzling array of gemstone beads are hung.

Underneath, the surface of the drawer is also a layer of glass, and inside are several discs that turn on their own, and I don't know what they do.

When Qiao Zhenzhen saw her coming, she cried: "Look at you, you must have taken it from Sister Mei while I was away." ”

Although it was an empty cabinet or two, it was ......

"You call this no clothes?"

Feng He herself is not very particular about food and clothing, but even so, she feels that Qiao Zhenzhen's definition of clothes may not be the same as ordinary people.

"No, these are basically bought by the company or given by the brand, how do you usually wear them. You see, for example, this McQueen's feather jacquard, when you don't pay attention to the hook when you wear it, it will break......"

Qiao Zhenzhen pulled out a black-bottomed colored skirt from in front of her, and the conversation box opened again.

The silk threads on the skirt were sinking, purple and red and golden green rolled out layer by layer, and turned back and forth, like a picture scroll, but the texture was delicate and fragile.

"It seems to be." Feng He nodded, although she still didn't understand what most of the previous half said, but as far as these outfits were concerned, they were indeed too gorgeous.

In short, it was not the same as the dress of the people she saw after she came out of the mountain.

Well, the mainstream clothing of this world is probably white letters printed on a blue background?

She was thinking about it when there was a burst of music coming from the door.

"Oh, it's takeaway!" Qiao Zhenzhen hurriedly ran out.

Feng He followed out slowly, only to see Qiao Zhenzhen talking to the air: "Yes, yes, I ordered it, you can drive down the ladder later and let the master send it up, thank you." ”

Ha? What is this...... Technology?

"You wait to open the door and get takeout, I'll change my clothes first." Fortunately, the female star didn't forget that she was still wearing silk suspenders and small pants.

"Okay."

Qiao Zhenzhen taught her how to open the door last night, and as for taking takeout, it shouldn't be difficult.

After a while, "Ding Dong ~", it was the doorbell.

Feng He opened the door, and there was a man outside, he handed over the package in his hand, and said quickly:

"Hello, your meal has been delivered, I wish you a pleasant meal, please give a five-star review."

Before Feng He could say thank you, the man turned around and left, and the three big characters behind him were very eye-catching.

This dress, sure enough, is white on a blue background. Well, it seems that my judgment was correct.

"Come on, come on, hurry up and eat, the teacher is coming." Qiao Zhenzhen ran over with her mobile phone on her bare feet, took the package from Feng He's hand, and entered the restaurant again.

Oh, it turns out that the so-called change of clothes is to add a layer of light robes on the outside, but it is strangely pretty.

Qiao Zhenzhen was already sitting down on the chair, and the table in front of her was set up as if it was a store, and there were all kinds of things. While unpacking, she beckoned to Feng He:

"Come on, come on, this is prawn red rice sausage, this is shark fin golden cake, this is money belly, they are all signature dishes, when I used to go to Sulou to eat, Aunt Mei only gave me a smell."

Well, that's pretty miserable.

But...... Feng He is almost stupid, Qiao Zhenzhen's hungry tiger pounces on food, who could have guessed that her real body is a soft and cute little white rabbit.

"You really don't want to eat?" After closing her eyes and enjoying the silky feeling of raw beef porridge between her lips and teeth, Qiao Zhenzhen opened her eyes and found Feng He sitting opposite, burying her head in the PAD and not moving her chopsticks.

"I'm not hungry." Feng He shook his head.

I don't know why, it seems that I don't have hunger anymore after changing back into human form.

She looked at most of the dishes on the table and hesitated, "But if you can't finish it, I can ...... it too."

As soon as Qiao Zhenzhen raised her hand, there was still half a crystal steamed dumpling with tooth marks on the chopsticks, and she said righteously: "No need!" ”

Fenghe: ......

Just, a little suspicious, this child is the reincarnation of gluttony.

Feng He shook his head and continued to bury his head in the tablet. This "History of the Ming Dynasty" is very interesting, the emperors are all ingenious, and it can be regarded as a magical country.

After a while, there was a burst of music at the door, and she turned her head, and something that looked like a tablet on the wall of the door lit up.

"Xiao He Xiao He, go and help me take the visual one, the green key." Right now, Qiao Zhenzhen is holding half a cowboy bone, and the black pepper sauce is sticky all over her mouth, and she has no image at all.

"Oh, good."

Feng He did things according to the rules, poked the small green button next to her, and a male voice came out, startling her.

"Hello owner, is there a visitor?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Qiao Zhenzhen nodded violently in the restaurant.

"Okay, then I'll be released here, I wish you a happy life." The man was using honorifics over there.

Oh, it turns out that Qiao Zhenzhen wasn't talking to the air just now, this thing is quite magical.

Feng He was just about to go back to read the book, and the music came again.

She drove away with ease, and a face appeared in the picture.

The girl had short ear-length hair, not very good-looking, but white and delicate, and her eyes were full of clarity.

"Hello, my name is Zuo Ran, and I'm Fu ...... Always call me over. ”