After being reincarnated as a bad woman, I became my enemy?

Hang Yanling narrowed one eye, held the needle in front of Zhou Qingying with a smirk, Zhou Qingying puffed up her mouth, and stretched out her hand to hold the needle: "I want to sew one for you too, teach me."

"Hey, good good. First you have to use these two sticks to bounce this piece of cloth..."

Hang Yanling patiently taught her female red.

After spending most of the day, Zhou Qingying picked up the embroidered handkerchief, and took a photo of the faint light of the setting sun that had already come through the window.

"Well……"

"Yo, okay? Let me see what you embroidered, huh? This... um... uh... I get it! Is this fried chicken nuggets?"

"It's a small sparrow!"

"But you little sparrow has edges and corners, poof... and the one on the side, is that my name?"

"Um……"

"It's amazing. At your age, you can recognize my uncommon name... Well, the three characters 'Hang Yan Ling' have so many strokes, and your embroidery... probably has a bit of charm."

Zhou Qingying frowned and looked at her handkerchief, clutching it shyly.

"I can't embroider well, do it again, do it again!"

"do not."

Hang Yanling pulled the handkerchief over and stuffed it into her arms with a smile: "This is the first time you made something for me, Senior Sister, it's very meaningful,"

Seeing her junior sister's smile, Zhou Qingying was secretly overjoyed as she didn't know how to deal with herself.

Of course, Hang Yanling is not always so omnipotent and always so happy.

Occasionally, instead of coming to play with Zhou Qingying, she would sit alone in the yard, or look out the window when it was raining, in a daze.

Zhou Qingying could never figure out what Hang Yanling was thinking at this time, even if she asked her, she couldn't answer why.

"Sometimes I always feel that I've forgotten something... It feels like I woke up this morning, didn't wake up, and was still in a dream."

Sometimes she is naive and no doubt with her peers, and sometimes she walks into the palace with her hands behind her back to watch other older disciples play chess.

Zhou Qingying followed Hang Yanling to watch other people play chess a few times, and she didn't understand the meaning of those round wooden blocks with writing on the square grid board.

Asked Hang Yanling, Hang Yanling also shook his head.

"I don't know, it's just fun to watch."

It's fun, where's the fun...

Zhou Qingying muttered softly, but Hang Yanling still enjoyed it.

She never made a sound when watching other people play chess, she just looked at it with her hands behind her back, and when she saw that the side she supported had the upper hand, she had a slight smile on her face.Seeing that the side he supported made a foolish move, he frowned slightly, tilted his head, but never said a word.

She insisted that this was a gentleman's demeanor, but other disciples asked her to try it out, but they repeatedly shied away and turned away.

In Lianhua Palace at that time, everyone in the palace liked her very much.

……

……

Time will change many things, and even the best dreams will come to an end.

Time passes as the dream develops.

Standing on the outside of the dream, Zhou Qingying finally saw that day, the picture of her young self holding the handkerchief torn by Hang Yanling, hiding in the dark room and crying.

Yes, at this moment she clearly realized that she was dreaming.

I recalled all the good things in my childhood, but this is just a dream of the past.

Today's Hang Yanling... Where is it?

Zhou Qingying didn't move forward to enter that lucid dream, and once again recalled the beauty of her childhood, she turned her head away.

She wanted to wake up, and she wanted to find Hang Yanling's whereabouts.

He took a step towards the darkness behind him, and a figure appeared in front of him.

That's not Hang Yanling, it's someone I don't know.

who is it?

Walking towards the depths of the dream, the deeper you go, the closer you get to that figure.

Her footsteps echoed in the dark space, far away from the colorful dreams, and every step she took seemed to trigger the collapse of the surrounding darkness.

Something "shards" fell out.

Dark, broken, reflecting the fragments of the picture like a mirror.

The content in the fragments is the details of how Zhou Qingying and Hang Yanling got along, but it is different from what I know.

Among the fragments, the young Zhou Qingying was bitten and bruised by the vicious dog. Instead of the handsome Hang Yanling standing in front of her, she was directly rescued by Fairy Jingshui.

Among the fragments, Hang Yanling had her hand pierced by a needle, while Zhou Qingying put her finger in her mouth and softly comforted her junior sister.

Among the fragments, fellow disciples of Linlang Academy laughed at Hang Yanling's clumsiness. Everyone was unconvinced why someone like her who can't do anything well can become a direct disciple of Lianhua Palace.And every time I meet this kind of person, I will definitely pick up stones and throw them at these older disciples to vent my anger on my junior sister. Every time I do this, the second senior uncle will always put her in confinement.

In almost every fragment, Hang Yanling is the little follower who is holding her clothes tightly and following behind her.On the other hand, he is more like a good senior sister, protecting her everywhere and defending her against injustices.

……

……

Browsing these weird mirror fragments, Zhou Qingying subconsciously groped into her arms.

She took out a pink handkerchief, and gently stroked the two small sparrows with her fingers.

This was her dream, so the handkerchief was brand new, freshly sewn.

Holding the handkerchief, Zhou Qingying walked through the broken and incoherent pieces, and walked to the front figure.

The closer the distance was, the more debris there would be around, but Zhou Qingying would not back down once she identified her purpose.

She broke through the debris, stretched out her hand and grabbed the arm of the figure in front of her, and asked sharply, "Who are you, and why are you in my dream?"

The man turned his head slowly.

She was tall and thin, wearing a blue Taoist robe, with her waist straight.

She didn't respond, but just lowered her head and took a deep look at Zhou Qingying.

She stretched out her hands, as if she wanted to hold Zhou Qingying's face.

However, in an instant, the dream was completely disconnected like a shattered mirror.

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"Who is that person..."

Youyou opened his eyes.

Zhou Qingying woke up from the dream, a tear fell from the corner of her eye, but she didn't know why.

However, now I don't have the energy to recall those.

The memory in the dream will dissipate before noon, and because of his drowsiness, he lost the chance to find Hang Yanling...

How did I fall asleep last night?

In his memory, Zhou Qinghe came to find him and said some strange things.

In his memory, a black-haired weirdo stood in front of him, stopping the strange Zhou Qinghe.

That black coir man seems to be Hang Yanling, his junior sister...

"Is that also a dream?"

Rubbing her forehead, Zhou Qingying raised her head and looked into the room.

The five scratches that appeared ferociously on the wall of the room made her startled.

There was still a lingering smell of Yin spirit energy in the room, which penetrated deep into the bones, but Zhou Qingying was refreshed by it.

Last night was not a dream...

She, it's her...

She didn't leave me!

"Hang Yanling, where are you! Come out!!!"

Zhou Qingying jumped off the bed, and she got dressed in a state of embarrassment.

For some reason, she seemed to be able to vaguely perceive a thin undercurrent in the air.

For some reason, there was a voice in my heart.

【quick……】

It was a voice that had babbled countless times.

【Chasing this taste...】

He clearly never said such words.

【That person just left not long ago...】

Gritting his teeth, he rattled in hatred.

[Even if you chase to the end of the world, to the end of the sky...]

With excitement, uneasy joy.

[I will definitely find you out too! 】

The voice in his heart, Zhou Qingying's own will.

The two contradictory emotions collided with each other, their voices overlapped and covered each other.

In the end, Zhou Qingying won.

It seemed that some barrier in front of her was broken by her, the sound of the wind flowing in her ears became more and more clear, and the thin undercurrent in the air became more and more eye-catching.

Hang Yanling...don't even think about leaving me alone and running away!

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Dawn breaks and the sun rises.

Outside the gate leading to the cloud steps of Linlang Academy, stood two women, one tall and one short.

The tall woman looked lazy, sitting on the rattan chair, the old god was shaking her body.

On both sides of the wicker chair were the teachers of Linlang Academy who were in charge of guarding the gate. At this moment, they fell on the ground in a dazed state, soundly asleep.

The short girl was wearing a white sackcloth and a filial hat, holding a big apple and gnawing on it with a smile.

"Aunt Bishui, you don't lie to me, as long as we can see Senior Sister today, will you really buy me a beautiful white dress?"

Bi Shui's voice said lazily: "Don't say one piece, even if it's ten pieces, a hundred pieces will do. The money I won at Linlang Academy these days is enough for my aunt to open a tailor shop for you."

"Then I will hire a lot of tailors to make shrouds every day!"

"Look at you kid, you can't like anything else."

Bi Shui laughed, while Little Bell looked happily at the direction of the exit.

The young child's eyes were shining brightly, she closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Really... I really want to see Senior Sister as soon as possible."

A gust of breeze blew by, slowly blowing the hair of the clear water.

Sleepy on the recliner, he opened his eyes slightly, turned his head sideways, and glanced at the archway of Linlang Academy.

Facing the empty place, she yelled leisurely: "Just leave without saying hello to Master?"

"..."

Under the archway, on the cloud steps, in front of Yanshi Square.

The bright morning light had a slight twist.

The shadows that have not been fully illuminated by the dawn gather in one place, forming a thin layer of fog.

The flowing transparent breath dispersed towards the surroundings, and the black air contained within overflowed.

It was as if a hole had been torn open in the air suddenly, and a dark air was spewing out, and a woman with black hair and gray hair came out slowly.