The domineering rebirth of the super queen

Chapter 4 Sister, you are popular
"Of course I know what you're talking about, but the problem is that the little girl doesn't know." Ding Yi spread out her hands and followed her words without sincerity, "Besides, it's not the hand she's going to poke, you can force it yourself." Block it with your hands."

Lin Yulan took a breath and said angrily, "Then where did she plan to poke?"

"Where can it be, of course the eyes." Ding Yi raised one hand, slightly curled the index finger and middle finger, and made a gesture towards the eyes, "Three ways of inserting eyes and stomping feet, three ways to prevent wolf."

"Doctors are really a high-risk industry these days. I suddenly had the illusion that it hurts even if I don't have eggs." Lin Yulan choked speechlessly with black lines all over his face, "I know, this person is quite defensive. Prince I know her temper well, and judging by her injuries, she must have had some moths when she was on the bed."

You moth... Ding Yi had a dignified smile on his face, and his eyebrows and eyes were bent: Tsk tsk, I didn't see the teeth marks on the prince's neck.

Lin Yulan glanced at her, and shivered shiveringly, and the yawn that slipped to her mouth was scared back--dead woman, what are you doing with such a rippling smile!
"Sleepy?" Ding Yi asked, "Do you want to eat something before leaving?"

"Don't bother." Lin Yulan waved his hand, "What about the little actor?"

"When she is fast asleep, send her back." Ding Yi replied.

Hearing what she said, Lin Yulan lost interest: "Okay, I'm leaving."

"Be careful on the road."

Xie Qinghuan fell asleep halfway and started to have a fever.The heat suddenly surged, Xie Qinghuan felt as if the whole body was being roasted on the stove, it was very uncomfortable, but the body was too heavy to even struggle.

While half awake, some things in my mind seemed to have opened the gate, rushing out violently.

Then, she saw a woman's simple and quiet life.

The original owner and her life are so simple and pure that it makes people envious: she turns a blind eye to the hustle and bustle of the world and doesn't listen to it. She doesn't even want the most basic companionship of human relations.

There is only one close friend in my life who takes care of me. In my spare time, I read two pages of books, play with flowers and plants, or make tea and play the kite.

Xie Qinghuan looked at it calmly and coldly, but couldn't help but sigh in her heart: look at how people live these days, it looks neither salty nor dull, but it is actually very interesting, no wonder she looks like sixteen or seventeen in her early twenties.

Then look at myself, as the Patriarch of the Xie Clan and the teacher of the Young Emperor, he holds a high position and authority, shoulders the important responsibilities of the family and the country, and spends all his time and effort.Looking at Dayong Emperor Capital, except for the concubine in the harem who thinks about fighting for love and happiness all day long, she is the only one who ages quickly.

The past is really unbearable.As expected, the old saying is true, people are dead compared to others, and goods are compared with goods, and you have to throw them away.

Is rebirth in such a body a compliment to her hard work in her previous life?Xie Qinghuan laughed silently: If so, it's not bad.

The lonely scenes changed one after another, like fleeting years, changing leisurely and secretly.Green cherries and green plantains, passersby walk everywhere.

You can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day, not to mention that this 20-year life is short and simple.

The end is near.

At the end of darkness, there is light.The woman stood with the backlight, she was not beautiful but she had a slight smile on her face, she looked at her with regret in her eyes, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, she hesitated but gave up, and finally He just gave her a slight nod of greeting.

Seeing her like this, Xie Qinghuan also smiled, and waved her hands indifferently, as if she was relieved and said goodbye—it was embarrassing to wake up in such a situation and face the messy tragedy, but in the end, the person who was really humiliated was not herself .

Seeing the figure gradually melt into the dazzling bright light, Xie Qing's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly felt that something was missing.Moreover, the lack of this point is very important to her and the original owner.

What is missing?A vague thought flashed through his mind, too fast for people to catch it.Until Xie Qinghuan woke up from the dream, there was still no answer to this question.

Xie Qinghuan was woken up by starvation, her body was still a little unwell, but she felt much refreshed, and because she had enough sleep, her spirits also improved a lot.

The moment he opened his eyes, there was an inexplicable peace of mind.The curtains were drawn in the room, but not tightly.There is light coming in through the cracks, and you can see the dust floating in the air.

As a result of years of habit, as long as she is not terminally ill, Xie Qinghuan will never lie in bed in broad daylight.To her, that was a waste of life.Propping her still limp body against the head of the bed, Xie Qinghuan raised her eyes to look around, and the whole room was reflected in her eyes, both familiar and unfamiliar.

The original owner's den is a three-bedroom apartment, about a hundred square meters.This house was bought at an age when she was still under consideration. The company paid [-]% and she herself paid [-]%.It's been a few years, but it doesn't look old. Instead, it has a thick and warm feeling soaked in time.

It can be seen that the original owner took care of this little nest that belonged to him very carefully.

Xie Qinghuan tilted her head, and the alarm clock at the bedside showed that it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

Due to the fever during sleep, Xie Qinghuan felt sticky all over her body, and she really wanted to take a bath quickly.But she was injured and couldn't get wet.I had to find a clean nightgown from the closet, and wiped it carefully with a towel in the bathroom.

After wiping, I changed my clothes and went to wash my face. The hanging mirror on the wall clearly reflected a face with light brows and eyes, just like the face in a dream.

Xie Qinghuan tapped her right index finger between the eyebrows of the person in the mirror, smiled slightly, and looked at every corner of each room carefully with slow steps.

The original owner's temperament is sparse, so the style of the whole nest is very simple.And because her feelings are quite simple, the furniture is very elegant and gentle.

Every room has a name.The master bedroom is named "One Pillow", and the bed is very big. Although the name of the room is called One Pillow, the original owner occasionally sleeps with his close friends and talks all night.The wardrobe is built into the wall with sliding doors.

The name of the guest room is "Yue Ran Ju", which presumably means that it is not easy to say that it is not easy to have friends from afar. The layout and layout of the room are similar to those of the master bedroom.

The study room is more interesting, and it is called "Fame and Half Paper".Xie Qinghuan pushed the door open and entered, and a strong atmosphere of calligraphy and ink came over her face.The bookcase is also embedded in the wall, with two sides full of books.On the wall on the other side is a painting of calligraphy. It can be seen that it was not made by a famous artist, but it has a naive flavor.

Near the window, there is a guzheng.Xie Qinghuan dialed it casually, and a string of musical sounds came out, and the sound quality was actually very good.Although this zither is not as good as her guqin, it is still good for entertainment.

Xie Qinghuan sat down on the piano bench upright, and tuned the zither by the strings.After a while, the clear tune played leisurely and improvised. She chose a short passage from "Moonlight Night on the Spring River": Who first saw the moon by the river, and when did the moon shine on people at the beginning of the year?The generations of life are endless, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.The area of ​​Baiyun is long, and the breeze is covered with sorrow.

(End of this chapter)