"Although lychees are good, don't eat so much, lest they get angry."

Chu Zhen made tea, took the teapot and a teacup, put the cup on the table, and was about to pour her a cup.

Suddenly.

A slender figure dressed in white fell onto the sofa, her weak body fell crookedly, and her head just fell into Li Qingzhao's arms and pillowed on her thigh in a skirt.

Li Qingzhao, who was holding a lychee in his hand, was stunned all of a sudden.

Not to mention her, even Chu Zhen was taken aback.

Take a closer look, the girl in Li Qingzhao's arms looks soft and weak, her waist-length hair is scattered, and she is wearing a thin kaftan and trousers, the trouser legs do not cover her little feet, revealing her two slender jade feet that are as beautiful as jade, and her toes are as clear as pink pearls.

"Chu, Chu Langjun?!"

Li Qingzhao, who looked like a girl, didn't dare to touch her, raised her hands, and held a lychee in her right hand, looking at him in a panic and asking questions.

"Calm down and get out of the way...... It's a time in time like you! ”

Chu Zhen put down the teapot and walked over to look at the girl who suddenly fell from the sky.

Li Qingzhao's body was tense, her cheeks were flushed, it was the first time she had been so close to a young man.

But the weak girl on her thighs made her unable to dodge.

Fortunately, the girl in her arms gradually woke up, looked at her with sleepy eyes, turned her head again, and looked at Chu Zhen blankly.

"What a little girl!"

Seeing her little face behind her hair, Li Qingzhao couldn't help but admire.

This little girl who fell from the sky, her appearance is really exquisite, her eyebrows and cherry lips, her eyes are affectionate, and she is pitiful, if she is not unfamiliar, she would like to pull this little girl to talk, touch her face with her hands, and see how she looks like this.

By the way, I asked her if she would fight a horse.

"It's beautiful!"

Chu Zhen couldn't help but nod in agreement with Li Qingzhao's words.

The girl who fell from the sky is still very young, estimated to be in her early tens, but the beauty has already been revealed, her body is soft and slender, her skin is white and silky, and the beauty on her body transcends age and era, so that Chu Zhen, who is not Lolita, can't help but move in her heart.

"Who are you? Where is this? ”

The little girl with smoky eyebrows and cherry lips looked at him, blinked, rubbed her eyes with her bare hands, and finally confirmed that it was a man in front of her, she trembled in fright, shrank back in fear, shrank into Li Qingzhao's arms, and looked at her in fright.

Fortunately, Li Qingzhao is also a girl.

"I, I... Here it is...... Which? You are... Culprits? ”

The little girl with affectionate eyes was very frightened, and her face turned red.

"Little sister, don't worry, we're not bad people."

Chu Zhen comforted her, but the little girl was still so anxious that her little face turned red, she gasped, and her weak body trembled.

Chu Zhen had no choice but to retreat and motioned to Li Qingzhao to help comfort her and let her calm down first.

Returning to the computer and sitting down, Chu Zhen looked at the two of them over there, and then looked at Li Qingzhao's poetry collection and Dream of Red Mansions on the table, and sighed in his heart.

No way?

Probably not.

Dream of Red Mansions is a fictional novel after all, and it is different from Li Shimin, Zhu Yuanzhang, and Li Qingzhao.

Over there, somehow, the weak little girl started crying, and the more she cried, the more sad she became, which made Li Qingzhao cry at a loss, and Lychee was naturally in no mood to eat, so she kept comforting her, and even took the initiative to report her name and origin.

Unexpectedly, after hearing Li Qingzhao's name, the little girl cried even more, looked at her with teary eyes, and asked with sobs: "Sister is a Yi'an monk of the Song Dynasty?" ”

Li Qingzhao thought that he was not a Yi'an resident, but he also nodded.

The little girl cried even harder.

"Woo, I, I."

Crystal tears kept falling, sobbing again and again, lovely, the slender body kept trembling, and the two little hands wiped the pearl-like tears on the cheeks.

The beauty wept, she really cried so much that her heart was broken, and she couldn't wait to take her into her arms and coax her.

Li Qingzhao did the same.

But she still couldn't stop crying.

Chu Zhen became more and more suspicious that such a crying little girl could really be the one in the Dream of Red Mansions... Concubine Xiaoxiang, right?

It's a pity that he doesn't recognize anything "like a frowning eyebrow, like a happy or not happy with affectionate eyes", he only thinks that the little girl who loves to cry has eyebrows and eyes that are really good-looking, not only has a little melancholy temperament, which is lovely, and there is a kind of charm vaguely, which is called romantic in ancient times and beautiful in modern times.

Although she is still quite young.

Half a day.

The little girl with smoky eyebrows and cherry lips, under the comfort of Li Qingzhao, had tears on her cheeks, stood up and saluted Chu Zhen, and after getting permission, she sat down again, sobbing and choking:

"I didn't cry for going to Huangquan after I died, but because my mother was sick in bed for many days, and my mother loved me so much in her life, if I had died early, my mother, my mother, my mother, would ...... Woowoo...... Wouldn't you be sick at all? It doesn't matter if I die, but it affects my mother...... Woooooooo ”

Chu Zhen was stunned.

It turned out that she was crying for her mother!

She suddenly crossed over to Chu Zhen's house, mistakenly thinking that she had come to Huangquan, and cried for the first time, but not for herself, but for her mother.

So filial.

The descendants of the world should come here to cry together!

Li Qingzhao subconsciously looked at Chu Zhen, meaning, are we all dead?

"Don't cry, don't cry! Don't cry yet! ”

Chu Zhen's voice raised, and after she looked at it with those tears in her eyes, she pointed to the stairs: "You are not dead, you only need to walk down the stairs to return to your time and space...... It's back to your home! ”

The little girl slowly stopped her tears, stood up, subconsciously covered a small piece of white skin on her chest with her soft white and slender right hand, grabbed her collar with her fingers, lowered her head and whispered:

"Thank you for showing you the way."

With that, he hurried towards the staircase.

"Uncle Ghost" Chu Zhen twitched the corner of his mouth.

Li Qingzhao breathed a sigh of relief, and also looked at Chu Zhen gratefully: "Thank you Chu Xianjun for the lychee, the slave family is very grateful." ”

It seems that he is also going to say goodbye, and he doesn't dare to stay.

Seeing this, Chu Zhen didn't want to keep them longer, so he nodded and asked them to go back first.

Who knows, it seems that because of hearing the word Xianjun, the little girl's pace gradually slowed down, and she stopped at the staircase, tangled for a while, and then slowly turned around:

"This uncle, you, you are an immortal monarch? Or ghosts? ”

She secretly looked around again with teary eyes, and sure enough, the decoration of the room was unconventional.

She glanced at this Li Yi'an's sister again, and there was the fairy soul of Li Yi'an, a talented woman through the ages, which made her feel a little more at ease.

Why Immortals?

Because Li Yi'an is a member of the Song Dynasty, it has been more than 600 years ago, and she has read a lot of Yi'an poems in her daily life.

"I'm not an immortal, I'm not a ghost, I'm not a ghost uncle, and the uncle is exempt."

Chu Zhen smiled helplessly, sat on the gaming chair in front of the computer, and said to them: "However, since you are here, it proves that you have some fate with me, maybe I have a way to save your mother who is sick in bed, provided that your mother is really sick in bed for a long time?" ”

Even if there was modern medicine, Chu Zhen didn't dare to give ancient patients indiscriminate food, and could only dare to help her on the premise of being a dead horse as a living doctor.

The little girl's eyes were red again.

Seeing this, Li Qingzhao persuaded her to go back to the bench and sit down, and the two looked at Chu Zhen together.

"First of all, I need to know your name, origin, etc., as well as your parents."

Chu Zhen said.

This is the quickest way, if this little girl is a princess, you can get a rough result by searching on the computer, and maybe there is a record of her mother dying of some disease.

Hearing this, the little girl, who was delicate and teary-eyed, obviously hesitated.

After a while, he said in a low voice: "My father's surname is Lin, and he is like the sea." ”

Although Chu Zhen didn't understand what "hui hai" was for a while, he could hear the words like a sea clearly.

He sat up straight all of a sudden, looked at her, and asked in surprise, "Your father's name is Lin Ruhai?!" ”

The little girl nodded slightly.

"So, your mother was born in Rongguofu?"

The little girl raised her head and looked stunned: "The mother is the fourth daughter of Jia Guogong of Jingshi Rongguo Mansion, how can Xianjun ......?"

She kept her mouth shut, since she was an immortal monarch, of course she knew.

Chu Zhen's face became more and more strange, and he asked again: "So, are you Lin Daiyu, the fairy of the pearl?" ”

Although it was Xianjun, it was also a young man, and when he called his name, the little girl's face turned red again, and after a while, she said in a slightly annoyed tone: "Where am I a fairy, Xianjun is making fun of me......"

She realized that the sentence was not good and shut her mouth again.

Suddenly, I thought of my mother again, and I couldn't help but cry again.

Chu Zhen looked at Li Qingzhao and Lin Daiyu for a long time.

The former is also a female lyricist in history, known as the first talented woman in the ages, but the latter is the heroine in "Dream of Red Mansions", but I didn't expect to travel to his house!