Zhao Fujin accompanied Zhao Ji to eat and returned to Qionghua Pavilion.

On the pretext that he was tired, he drove away all the attendants and entered the temple alone.

Climbing onto the bed and hooking up the bed, she couldn't wait to enter the space.

However, she didn't know how to enter this space.

She tried all the methods she could think of on the bed, such as kneeling, lying on her stomach, throwing herself to the ground, Taoist etiquette, etc., but she still stayed in bed alive.

Then, she began to change her tone again, and recited the name of the hall reverently countless times in various tones, but there was still no response.

At this time, she was also confused.

The space I entered last night wasn't an illusion caused by the lack of oxygen in my mind due to my breathing, right?

No way!

Zhao Fujin didn't believe in evil, she searched around, but didn't find the yarn she used last night, so she had to take down the one on the other side and hang it on the top of the bed.

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get a tiger?" She silently recited a sentence in her heart, in order to live better in Da Song and get rid of all future troubles, she decided to fight!

So, he took a deep breath, stepped on the empty edge of the bedpost, and got into the yarn circle.

As soon as she entered, she found that she had made a mistake, and when she was excited, she forgot to put something under her feet!

But it was too late, her neck tightened, and her breathing immediately became difficult.

In the next moment, she was back in front of the hall, holding the door with both hands, and her feet were exerting force.

Isn't that what she did last night before she went back to bed?

She was stunned for a moment, and exerted another force to confirm that the door of this hall really couldn't be opened, so she put down her hand and prepared to go to see the golden wheat waves next to the main hall first.

I don't know what the use of that wheat is, and it may be brought back to Qionghua Pavilion?

She turned the corner of the main hall, only to see that the golden waves of wheat that had grown there had disappeared, replaced by a field of wheat stubble!

Nima!

Who took away my wheat!

Zhao Fujin was startled and stood in the empty wheat field, wanting to cry without tears.

At this moment, she saw a window open under the pillars behind the main hall!

The discovery excites her.

In her previous life, she heard a saying: If God closes a door for you, he will leave a window for you.

- It turned out to be true.

She ran to the window.

She'll have to hurry, after all, her neck is still hanging from the veil!

The window was only about a meter away from the ground, Zhao Fujin went to the window, held the frame of the window, sat on the windowsill with a little force, and then stretched his long legs and landed in the window.

This room!

It's exactly the same as the bedroom she lived in before she crossed over!

Turquoise wall paint, two-meter-two large bed, blue, pink and coarse striped four-piece suit, bedside lamp with droplet beads, embedded dressing mirror, milky white dresser, lawn green plush carpet, one-person pink plush rabbit pillow......

Zhao Fujin cheered, jumped on her big bed, hugged the soft and fragrant quilt, and only felt that her heart was bubbling with happiness.

She always felt that as soon as the small door of the bedroom opened, a big head of Zhao Laosan would stick in, and he usually grinned and opened his mouth: "Little Jinzi, what do you want to eat today, Daddy will make it for you!" ”

His nose was sour, and his eyes became blurry.

She felt in a trance that returning to Da Song before was just a dream for her.

Now, she finally woke up from her dream.

But this trance feeling was only a moment, and she woke up.

On her body, she is still wearing a long robe of the Great Song Dynasty, long waist-length hair, and silk socks of Silk Luo - and her energetic and energetic appearance reminds her that she is in space, and it is a real fact to travel to the Great Song Dynasty.

Not a dream.

Her neck was still hanging from the top of the rosewood bed!

As soon as this thought came to her mind, she was reminded of something extremely important:

She found a way to get there, but she didn't seem to know how to go back.

It's over, it's over!

If she can't go back, won't she be hanged!

She jumped up from the bed, pulled out the stool under the dresser and put it under the window, jumped out of the window, ran to the main entrance of the main hall, and pushed the door with the strength of her hands and feet according to the posture she had come.

But this time it didn't work, no matter how she pushed, even after adjusting her breathing rate countless times, she still couldn't return to Da Song's bed!

Zhao Fujin was very depressed, she didn't believe in evil and ran to the lake that she fell into yesterday, and changed countless angles - she was still staying in the space alive.

The heavens and the earth are silent, everything is silent, and even the water flow pinched the sound waves.

Zhao Fujin found that she couldn't go back!

As soon as this thought flashed through her, she felt that it was better not to go back.

Living in this space is no different from living in that ward in this world.

At the very least, she is now in good health, able to run and jump, has mountains to climb, water to play, idleness, and can transplant some flowers and trees on the land where the wheat has been harvested......

Wouldn't it be nice to live like this!

Why go back to the Great Song Dynasty?

Thinking of this, she felt much better in her heart, and went out of the lake, bypassed the main hall, followed the window, and returned to her boudoir.

She first looked at the full-length mirror and studied the appearance of the first beauty in the Great Song Dynasty.

The girl in the mirror, her face is like congealed fat, her eyes are like paint, her black hair and thin eyebrows, her pretty nose and cherry lips, and her posture is curly, bright and jade.

Zhao Fujin once saw Yan Jidao write in "Sheng Chazi": The eyebrows of the distant mountains are long, and the waist of the thin willows is curling. Makeup stands up for the spring breeze, and a smile is less.

At that time, she still felt that the poem was exaggerated, and she once took a paintbrush and smeared countless pictures of ladies in ancient costumes on white paper, but she could not erase the artistic conception of the beauty in the poem.

Right now, she just glanced at the mirror, and felt that the poem of feasting a few dishes was tailor-made for Emperor Kangfu.

It's a pity that such a beautiful beauty is going to be hanged by herself.

Zhao Fujin was passive for a while, and then opened the drawer of the dresser, which contained her collection of perfume and lipstick.

It's good to be rich!

Zhao Fujin pulled out a box with 100 lipsticks of various colors, took out her favorite color, and smeared the lipstick in front of the mirror.

The original cherry red lip color, after applying the matte color lipstick, Zhao Fujin found that the beauty in the mirror became charming, the eyes flowed, the tails of the eyes were slightly upturned, and the corners of her mouth were smiling, so she took her modern soul away!

Oh!

Zhao Fujin's face turned red, and he squeaked out the dressing chair, and he was embarrassed to look at the beauty in the mirror again.

She was born well in reality, but she was riddled with long-term illness, bloodless, and full of bones, and she always looked like she had been moldy for eight lifetimes.

Compared with the body of Kangfu Diji, it is really the difference between heaven and earth.

Zhao Fujin thought about it, closed the dressing table, and planned to try to open the bedroom door.

If this is really her bedroom in this world, then will the small door be her study, flower room and dressing room?

It's all her spiritual world!

If it can be opened, it will be to stay in this space for a hundred years, and she will not be lonely.

When she arrived at the door, she secretly breathed a sigh of luck, and made a decision in her heart that if she couldn't open it, she would pry it open.

However, she twisted her hand against the doorknob, and the door opened silently.

Outside the door, the flowers are blooming, the green plants are growing just right, the tables and chairs in the study are all there, and the bookcases on the three walls are just right.

Nothing has changed.

It's just that their owner has changed the appearance of another person!

Zhao Fujin sighed, and flew to her bookcase like a bird thrown into the forest.

However, before she could get closer, she heard a familiar exclamation again: "Come on, it's not good, Kangfu Diji has thrown herself again!" ”