Yun Qing felt darkness all around her, and her body fluttered lightly in confusion.
When you open your eyes again, the goal is a lotus-colored light gauze tent, which is swinging gently with the wind coming from the window, just like the water swinging.
Where is this? Who rescued her from Hou Fu? She thought she was dead and moved her shoulders. Her back was not as painful as expected. She was extremely light.
It's impossible. How long has she been in a coma? She even recovered from such a serious injury on her back. She sat up slowly. Yunqing propped herself up on the bed with one hand. She started with a slippery and delicate piece. She looked down and saw that the bed was covered with light red sheets. It was made of light silk unique to the south of the Yangtze River. It was slippery and watery. She felt a little familiar.
When I looked up again, I saw a satin sachet with diamond-shaped peony embroidery hanging on the pear wood carving bed, from which came the fragrance of Gardenia in the air.
She was shocked. She remembered that when she was twelve years old, she suspected that the incense in the house was not natural and clear, so Liucui thought of a way to dry gardenia petals and put them in the sachet. She liked it very much and ordered Liucui to hang the sachet on her bed.
Looking around for a week, she finally remembered why she was so familiar just now. It was clearly the Shenfu in Yangzhou that her boudoir belonged to Yange Pavilion.
She stood up in a moment of excitement. Her eyes were white, slender fingers, like onions, carved like jade, without any signs of redness, swelling and cracking. She was the hand maintained by the girlfriends who were in good condition. Her eyes were tight. Yunqing could not put on her shoes and rushed down to the dressing table.
In the bright mercury mirror, a girl's face is reflected, half-scattered ink hair is draped behind her, skin is like clouds, and a light layer of cherry powder is oozing out, pink cheeks are ruddy, beautiful and haggard, showing a delicate, delicate figure, slightly protruding in front of her chest, which is just at the time of development.
She stared at the delicate girl in the mirror, her fingers slowly touching her cheek, which was her face when she was thirteen years old.
A girl dressed in a light green Bijia opened the curtain of Xiangzhu and came in. She was happy to see Yunqing behind her. "Miss, you can wake up." After that, he put a curtain on the outside and ordered him to come in again.
Yunqing looked up, her face was startled, her eyes were round and her mouth was small, her face was green with surprise.
Liucui is one of her bridesmaids. When she was demoted to concubine to save her parents, the people around her were killed by Wei Ningzi, sold and walked away. Finally, only Liucui would stay with Yunqing alive and alive, for fear that after she was killed, Liucui's fate would be worse.
Looking at Yunqing with tearful eyes at herself, Ruicui wrinkled her brows and swept her barefoot feet. "Miss, you should put on your shoes so as not to get cold again."
Following her meaning, she went to the bedside and sat down. Yunqing stared at Liucui's face. She squatted half in front of the bed, helped herself to put on her shoes skillfully. There was no half deviation in her habit and memory of slightly wiping the corners of her mouth when doing things.
"Miss, you stare at the slave, is there something on the slave's face?" Liucui stood up, looked at Yunqing doubtfully and wiped her face with the back of her hand.
shook her head lightly and Yunqing smiled, "No, you just think you are special today."
"Where do slaves do this every day?" Liu Cui looked at Yun Qing strangely. Today, Miss Yun Qing looks no different from yesterday, but she just feels different from before.
A rush of footsteps came from the courtyard outside. A soft white face appeared behind the curtain. She hurried to the bed and sat down. She took Yun Qing's hand and asked, "Yun Qing, tell her mother, does her head still hurt?"
Looking at the woman in front of her eyes, a little anxious, eager to look at her, is her mother Xie Shi, now 31 years old, properly maintained skin looks only 278, showing a unique Jiangnan women's smart and handsome.
She looks like her mother, especially her skin, which is delicate and smooth.
Years are in a hurry, past life is like a dream, I didn't expect to see my mother again in front of my eyes, tears poured into Yunqing's eyes.
"Yunqing, don't cry. Does it hurt anywhere?" When Sheikh saw her crying, he quickly reached out and touched her forehead to make sure that there was no abnormal temperature in her hands, and then he was relieved.
Smelled the familiar smell on her mother, the soft temperature came from her palm, Yunqing could not help but fall into Xie's arms, hugged her neck, and buried her head in tears.
She was really born again, and the last life's events disappeared. She was no longer Aunt Shen, the concubine of the Hou Fu, but Shen Yunqing, the eldest daughter of Shen Fu.
She was struck by her daughter, and she was a little stunned. Her thirteen-year-old daughter had not been so close to her for a long time. She was holding a small body that shivered slightly and sobbed faintly in her arms. She was soft-hearted and patted on her back with one hand. She said softly, "Yunqing, these days can frighten her mother. Don't worry, Qi's family affairs, where they say they will retire."
Xie said that Yun Qing was stunned and shrunk her nose, which reminded her that it was about the age of thirteen when Qi's family left home.
Qi family retired. Yun Qing's eyes went cold for an instant, and there was an endless haze in her eyes.
This is the case.