A vicious lady who transmigrated into a book and became a villain

The piece of silk that had been wiped on the body was put into the water by Qi Yu and shook a few times, then dried with spiritual power and put into his arms.

After Li Xiaoxiao put on her clothes, Qi Yu brought another handkerchief to wipe off the water stains on her head. During this period, Li Xiaoxiao couldn't help but ask, "Husband, do you think we had a relationship in the previous life?"

Encountered it before."

A simple sentence made Qi Yu stop his movements for a moment, and the man's nice and cold voice came from behind, "Yes, the encounter between people in this life is probably the fate of the previous life."

Li Xiaoxiao was very satisfied. Qi Yu continued to wipe her hair. After a while, her hair was completely dry. Qi Yu took out another more mysterious hosta from his arms, pulled up her hair and inserted it into her hair.

, the jade hosta is just a white jade hairpin, but it is extremely luxurious. When she wears it, she feels a little more fairy-like, and at the same time a little more plain, making her look clean and generous.

"This hosta is very good." Li Xiaoxiao couldn't help but boast while looking at the hosta in the bronze mirror. She didn't expect that this man would be willing to give her some good things after being away for so long.

Qi Yu saw Li Xiaoxiao's sweet smile, and his mood improved a lot.

Putting on a smoky green skirt, Li Xiaoxiao looked really like a lady. The more Qi Yu looked at it, the more satisfied he became. This look was so pleasing to the eye that he would keep it in his heart.

After changing and washing, Qi Yu hugged Li Xiaoxiao and walked out of the room. The little baby had already woken up. He was sitting on the table eating fruit boredly. He finally waited until his father and mother came out, looking doting on him.

Ying Feng's cheeks turned red with anger, "Father, mother has already grown legs, she doesn't need you to hold her at all." The adults were still pretending to be young, but Ying Long was so angry that he was angry.

"Ying!" Qi Yu glanced directly at him. Ying, who was originally ready to make a fuss, did not dare to continue making a fuss. His father would only be gentle to his mother and had no patience with him at all.

"Father, I want to hug you too." Ying still didn't give up. He was the youngest in the family and he should be the one who was loved. Qi Yu didn't even bother to look at Ying Long. He clearly remembered that this child was the soul of a dragon.

You weren't stupid when you were young, so why are you stupid now that you have a physical body?

"From now on, no more nonsense." There was a hint of warning in Qi Yu's tone, and he should stop making any noise. Only then did Qi Yu put Li Xiaoxiao down. They were about to go out later, but they couldn't.

Let’s be as willful and reckless as Li’s courtyard.

Li Xiaoxiao fell to the ground, his face a little rosy. It was really inappropriate to do this in front of a child.

"Well..." The dazzling sunlight shone on his face, Jiang Wanqing subconsciously raised his hand to block the sunlight, only to see the sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the black tiles on the roof, leaving only a few mottled spots.

Tile-roofed house?

She stared blankly at the roof, feeling familiar.

Jiang Wanqing rubbed her eyes in disbelief. Did she die and go to heaven? How could she return to her home more than thirty years ago?

She lowered her head and looked at her hands. They were white and tender, not at all calluses from years of hard work...

"Wanwan, brother put an egg in your noodles, try it quickly!" The door curtain opened, revealing the face of a young and energetic boy, with a somewhat flattering smile on his face.

This is...my brother when he was still young! Jiang Wanqing burst into tears when she remembered that her brother in her previous life was imprisoned for deliberately causing trouble and had to be rehabilitated. Her lifeless brother burst into tears.

"Hey, hey, don't cry tonight, don't cry. At worst, I'll give you the sweet wine next time." Jiang Xing was frightened, and hurriedly comforted him, while looking out the door anxiously to give it to his father.

After I found out that he made my sister cry again, a beating was inevitable.

"Tian Jiu Niang?" Jiang Wanqing burped and vaguely recalled in her mind that when she was seventeen, her brother drank all the Tian Jiu Niang and didn't leave any for her. He lost his temper on the spot for several days.

He was so angry that he didn't eat, which shocked his mother, and his brother also got a mixed doubles game between his father and his mother.

Looking at the miserable brother in front of her, winking at her, but still so lively, Jiang Wanqing stared blankly, if this was a dream, it would be too real...

"Little sister? Little sister?" Jiang Xing was frightened when he saw her dumbfounded look. He quickly put down the bowl, picked up his legs and ran out, regardless of whether he would be beaten or not, shouting as he ran: "Mom, Mom, you

Come on, little sister is so hungry!"

Bah! You are so hungry! Jiang Wanqing clenched his fists. Sure enough, his younger brother still needed a beating!

She sat on the bed, looked at the bowl of steaming noodles, and suddenly pinched herself, hiss! The pain made her grin, but would she also feel pain in her dreams?

A ridiculous idea flashed through Jiang Wanqing's mind. Perhaps she had returned to the year when she was seventeen, a year when nothing could be saved...

She got out of bed in a daze. She hadn't eaten for a long time. Her feet were weak and she almost fell to the ground. She pushed open the door curtain and walked out slowly. There were several sunflowers planted in the small yard, and the huge sunflower plate was heavy.

, full of plump sunflower seeds, and there are many wild small tomatoes in the corner of the west courtyard wall. She used to like to pick and eat a small tomato as soon as it turned red. In this era of scarcity of supplies, it was a rare delicacy.

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There is a large water tank in the center of the yard. In the morning, my father will fill up the water tank with buckets of water from the well.

Jiang Wanqing looked at the young face reflected in the water. She gently pinched her tender cheeks and cried with joy. She was really back.

In her previous life, she died with hatred, loved vanity and eloped with an educated youth. As a result, Wen Tao's family had no money. In order for her to go to college, her mother-in-law forced her to run around. In order to support his studies, the college entrance examination resumed, and he had a good chance of going to college.

However, her career was ruined when she was imprisoned for committing a crime. When she came out, she was beaten and scolded. In the end, she was beaten to death in the snow. The window was wide open, just like her cold heart. In the cold winter, she was dragged all over her body.

She returned home with an injured body, but her mother passed away early due to a serious illness, and her father died unexpectedly long ago. She had no idea about the death of her parents. She couldn't hold on for a moment, and vomited a mouthful of blood. The snowy day was already dilapidated in her parents' home.

In the forest next to her house, she was pushed to the ground and beaten to death by the man who called her back. The child she was pregnant with was also aborted. In order to avenge her, the eldest brother deliberately provoked trouble and almost accidentally killed her husband. He was taken to prison and never came out.

But Wen Tao is at large.

She didn't know all this until after her death.

Looking around, there are also a string of paper cranes and some paper stars in the room.

Jiang Xing watched his sister think about things and hesitated for a moment before finally deciding to speak out what was in his heart, "Wanwan, weren't you clamoring to marry Wen Tao before? I think it's better not to marry."