Demon branches and jade leaves

Chapter 2 Reborn back to 12 years old
Jiang Louyue lowered her head and couldn't help taking a deep breath—

Not only the legs, but even the arms, are a lot shorter.

what happened?

Something is wrong!
Jiang Louyue couldn't help being a little panicked. When she turned her head, she found a pear blossom and sandalwood table on the right side of the room. The corner of the table was broken and it was very shabby.On the table, there is a bronze mirror, spotless and bright.

Jiang Louyue's heart moved, and while she was anxious, she quickly rushed to the edge of the bronze mirror.

The table was high, she stood on tiptoe and saw her own reflection in the mirror.

It was a small face as beautiful as a demon and as tender as water.The slightly raised Danfeng eyes are self-contained, and there is a vermilion beauty mole on the corner of the right eye, which is charming and lovely.

The beautiful eyes are crystal clear, the nose is high and the cherry lips are beautiful, and the skin is like the nine-layered demon Xueyue.

——What a beautiful little beauty.

If any girl has such a face, I am afraid that she will laugh from ear to ear.However, Jiang Louyue had an extremely frightened expression.

"I...how did I get smaller?!"

Jiang Louyue was horrified. She got engaged to Gu Lingshu at the age of 14, and was used by her fiancé at the age of 20 as bargaining chips in the deal, and sent to Di Jiuchen's couch.

And now, he looks like he is twelve or thirteen years old!

From her appearance to her body, everything reveals a terrible fact - she has degenerated from a mature woman to a cardamom girl.

Is there such an incredible thing in the world?

Reverse growth, does it really exist?
Jiang Louyue stood in front of the bronze mirror, motionless, unable to speak for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, only to hear a "creak", the door of the boudoir opened, and a little girl about the same age as Jiang Louyue walked into the room with a copper basin in her hand.

"Miss Qi, you woke up so early today."

Jiang Louyue heard the movement, her body froze, she turned her head suddenly, and said in surprise, "Liu Xu?"

Liu Xu was her personal maid, and she had been taking care of her at the beginning, but unfortunately, she was later killed.

Seeing the dead person appearing in front of her again, Yingying smiled, Jiang Louyue suddenly had the urge to cry.

Could it be a phantom?

Jiang Louyue took a few steps forward, stretched out a plain hand, and stroked Liu Xu's side face tremblingly.

Not fake, warm tentacles and smooth skin.

"Miss Qi?" Liu Xu was stunned, her apricot core eyes widened, she looked at Jiang Louyue in disbelief, and said, "What's wrong with you?"

How could the young lady look at herself with such concerned eyes?

Didn't she always despise her servants the most, and always despised herself for being clumsy?

"That's great—" Jiang Louyue's voice was a little choked, she opened her arms, she embraced the catkins in her arms with excitement, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's true, it's true! It's great that you are still alive. It's gone!"

Even the catkins looked like they were twelve or thirteen years old, so the situation was a little weird.

"Liu Xu, which year is the Dagan Calendar now?" Jiang Louyue packed up her emotions and asked the question in her heart.

"Ah?" Liu Xu was flattered to be embraced by Jiang Louyue like this, and murmured, "It is now... the fourth year of 810 in the Daqian calendar."

"what?"

Jiang Louyue suddenly changed color, let go of her arms, tightly grasped Liu Xu's shoulders, stared at her with burning eyes, and asked, "Isn't it the sixth year of the Daqian calendar in 820?"

"No, Miss Seven, you remember wrongly." Liu Xu shook her head, with a determined expression on her face, and said, "It's the fourth year of 810 in the Daqian calendar, absolutely right!"

Jiang Louyue is messy.

What does it mean?
She thought she was dead, but when she woke up, she found that her body had shrunk, and the time went back to 12 years ago?

"I... am I 12 years old?" Jiang Louyue lowered her head and looked at her palm, the veins in her palm were winding.

"Of course!" Liu Xu nodded affirmatively, and said with a sweet smile, "This servant is also 12 years old, the same age as Miss Seven."

Jiang Louyue's eyes were dark.

She stretched out a hand and covered her dizzy forehead, her breathing a little unsteady.

It really went back to 12 years ago.

No, she needs to be quiet and digest this bizarre fact.

"By the way, today is the Sword Poetry Banquet in Marquis Wuwen's Mansion. I heard that the Marquis hosted many celebrities, but it was very lively. The seventh lady went to wash up and dress up early."

There was a hint of anticipation in Liu Xu's voice, and said, "Seventh Madam rarely sees Lord Hou once in a month. This is a great opportunity."

In the Daqian Dynasty, officials up to the marquis could have one wife, two flat wives, and four concubines.

According to the ranks of military merit, the ranks of the Dagan Dynasty are divided into princes, dukes, marquis, earls, viscounts, and lords.Therefore, Jiang Louyue's home is in Kyoto, not a big dignitary, but it's not bad.

Jiang Louyue's mother's name was Yinxi. She was born in Qing-lou and had no surname. She was the fourth concubine married by Marquis of Wuwen Jiangli.

The status of the concubine is very low, and it is slightly better than the servant.Princes and nobles often even exchange concubines for some special purposes.

Thinking of this, Jiang Louyue's face darkened, and coldness flashed across her beautiful eyes.

Before her rebirth, as Gu Lingshu's fiancée, she was handed over to another man by her husband, on the one hand because of her humble background.

Now that she has lived a new life, Jiang Louyue swore that she would never let her mother be a concubine again!Avoid what you should avoid, dodge when you should, keep a low profile.

"Wait a minute, Liu Xu, where did you say my mother went?"

"Wait a minute, Liu Xu, where did you say my mother went?"

A light flashed in Jiang Louyue's mind, and the alarm bell sounded in her heart.

"I went to the Peony Garden to attend the Sword Poetry Banquet. It is said that ten marquis, earls, and viscounts have come to the banquet." A sweet smile crossed Liu Xu's face, and she continued, "The Seventh Madam is a famous talented woman, Ru Ruo If you can show your talent at the Sword Poetry Banquet, you will surely be favored by the Hou Ye again..."

"no!"

Jiang Louyue let out a stern roar with a cold expression, interrupting Liu Xu's words.

"Miss Qi, calm down."

Liu Xu was stunned, her neck shrank, she bit her lip, lowered her head and said, "Did the servant say something wrong?"

"Mother can't go to the Sword Poetry Banquet, absolutely not!" Jiang Louyue took a deep breath, and involuntarily the events of her previous life appeared in her mind.

Jiang Louyue's mother was Qing-lou Hua Kui, and she was the first talented woman in Kyoto at that time. Before marrying her father Wu Wenhou, she was always blue and white.

But a woman from Qing-lou, even if she gets rid of her "cheap status", will never be able to lift her head in her whole life.

In the previous life, my mother was scolded by my wife on the spot because she played the guqin in front of many dignitaries in Kyoto, and opposed her father Jiang Li by reciting poems at this sword poetry banquet. Reciting erotic poems, making an extravagant voice, keeping the habit of Qing-lou unchanged, and losing the face of Marquis Wen of Wu."

(End of this chapter)