General's Mansion.
Qiwuyuan.
The young lady's room is as warm as spring, with pearl curtains hanging layer upon layer, exuding luxury in warmth.
On the warm bed separated by purple curtains, a young girl was lying, covered with a silk quilt with clusters of flowers in the color of Yang Fei. She had a fair sleeping face, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and her pink lips tightly pursed, as if she had dreamed of something unpleasant. Suddenly, her brows knitted tightly, and she gritted her teeth for no reason...
After a while, the person on the bed fluttered her long eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were like a pool of autumn water, tranquil and pure. She seemed a little dazed, looking at everything in the room with a slight frown on her face. This place looks so familiar, but?
At this time, a little maid in a pink cotton skirt came forward. She was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a tall figure, a face like a full moon, and a smile in her eyes. She came forward and said, "Miss, my dear young lady, the Lantern Festival is about to begin, and you are sleeping soundly!"
The little girl on the bed said in surprise: "Ninja... Honeysuckle? Why are you here? Where am I?"
As she spoke, she looked around and got down to the ground. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she felt that everything had become bigger, even the house had become taller!
"Miss, could it be that you are confused in your sleep? Where can I go? I have to wait for you to wake up. Also, Miss, this is the boudoir where you have been living..." Honeysuckle said with a smile, and seeing the confusion on her face, he thought she was just sleeping.
An Qingran walked to the bronze mirror and saw a familiar face inside. It was her own face! However, it was a little small. She stretched out her hand and lowered her head, and finally lifted her foot. It was a golden lotus that was not much bigger than three inches!
An Qingran stretched out her hand and pinched her face, grimacing in pain. Slowly, the confusion in her eyes turned into surprise. She was alive again? And she was alive again?
All the real touch told her that this was true, but she still couldn't believe it!
Looking around, it was exactly as I remembered.
Thinking of the scene of Dongfang Ye and An Yanran holding their child in front of her, a cold light flashed in her eyes. It seems that God has taken pity on her and made her dream come true!
"Rosewood, what year is this year?" An Qingran's face was excited yet cold, and even her voice was filled with hidden hatred.
But Ren Dong didn't hear it. When An Qingran asked her, she smiled and said, "Miss, is this a riddle?"
"Rosewood, just answer me." An Qingran turned around and put on a calm expression on her face, so as not to scare her.
"Miss, you are here to test me. I remember it very clearly. This year is the twenty-second year of Yunqi, and today is the Lantern Festival. My dear young lady, what else do you want to test me on?" Honeysuckle said happily, looking at the young lady.
Twenty-two years of Yunqi! An Qingran smiled, which meant that she was twelve years old now!
Twelve years old!
She happily pulled Honeysuckle's hand and spun on the ground. Honeysuckle called her "Miss" and said with a smile, "Miss, did you have a good dream just now?"
An Qingran said: "Yes, it's a very sweet dream!"
The voice was filled with hatred and coldness...
Finally it stopped. An Qingran held Rendong's hand and looked at her with affection in her eyes: "Rendong, you have suffered..."
Honeysuckle looked at her in confusion.
An Qingran knew that she didn't understand, but in fact, she didn't need to understand. It was enough for her to understand all of it.
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