Rebirth is not the queen's prostitute Wushuang

Chapter 12 Rebirth

Lan Ruoqing couldn't help but cry, for Zimo's loyal protector, for her misunderstood slander, for Zimo's tragic fate, for her own tortuous life...

"Miss...Miss... wake up!"

In the haze, Lan Ruoqing felt someone shaking her.

She opened her eyes mistily, and saw light pink bed curtains hanging around her, which was Lan Ruoqing's favorite color.

This looks so familiar! Looking around, it seems like I have seen this window lattice, dressing table, recliner, and tea table before? Before I had time to analyze where this place was, a small person in front of me distracted Lan Ruoqing's attention.

The black hair is combed into two buns on both sides, a pair of curved eyebrows on the thin face, big eyes that flash flexibly, and under the small nose, there is a thin pale pink lip, with two corners of the lip at the moment.

The side of her face was slightly raised, revealing her white teeth. This expression told Lan Ruoqing that she was making fun of Lan Ruoqing now.

Because every time Zi Mo teases Lan Ruoqing, she has this expression.

Zi Mo? Lan Ruoqing rubbed her eyes and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Then she opened her eyes and looked. The cute little girl in front of her, who was only eleven or two years old, was really Zi Mo?

Lifting up the quilt, Lan Ruoqing hugged Zimo and shouted, why is it so difficult to hold such a small Zimo?

"Zimo, I'm so happy to see you! Am I in a dream?" Lan Ruoqing was so happy to see Zimo, she hugged her and asked excitedly.

"Miss, uh... Miss, please use less force, you're going to hold me so hard that I can't breathe!" Zi Mo struggled hard, but still couldn't escape from Lan Ruoqing's grasp.

"No! I finally saw you, let me hug you again!" Lan Ruoqing said shamelessly.

"Miss!" Zi Mo finally broke away from Lan Ruoqing's arms and said with a heavy breath: "Miss, you just took a nap. Why haven't we seen each other in such a long time! It's not even an hour yet!" She stretched out her hand.

Touch Lan Ruoqing's forehead, then touch it again

He said to himself: "It's not hot! Could it be that the dream just now made you sleep a little confused? Well, it's time to get up. The master has sent people to remind you twice, and the banquet for the guests has already started.

It has already started. I heard that even the prince is here!"

A nap? An hour? A banquet?

Looking around, Lan Ruoqing just remembered that this familiar scene was her boudoir before she got married, and that the familiar smell was the scent of lily scented by purple jasmine.

Standing up barefoot and walking towards the dressing table by the window, Lan Ruoqing realized that she was as small as Zimo, and the room suddenly became very big...

Could it be?...Lan Ruoqing can't imagine it.

Could it be? I'm back again? Lan Ruoqing thought to herself.

Lan Ruoqing looked at herself in the mirror, she was only eleven or twelve years old.

"Did God hear my prayer, take care of me as a poor man, and give me a chance to live again?" Lan Ruoqing murmured to herself.

"Miss, why are you so crazy? You will get sick if you go barefoot!" Seeing Lan Ruoqing's bare feet, Zimo hurriedly picked up her shoes and chased them to the window. "It's the first month of the year, and the weather is cold. Today

It's the Lantern Festival again, so don't freeze. If you fall ill, let alone the banquet, I'm afraid you won't be able to go see the lanterns for a while."

Lan Ruoqing heard nothing else but the words Lantern Festival.

Since the Lantern Festival that year, everyone said that Lan Ruoqing's mother Shen Peishan had committed adultery with her senior brother Chen Yinuo, and Lan Ruoqing never celebrated the Lantern Festival again.

"Is this an opportunity given to me by God to come back to save my mother and prevent the tragedy from happening?" Lan Ruoqing murmured to herself again.