"Although lychees are good, don't eat so much to avoid getting angry."
Chu Zhen made tea, took the teapot and a teacup, put the cup on the table, and was about to pour her a cup.
Sudden.
A slender figure in white clothes fell on the sofa, his weak body tilted, and his head just fell into Li Qingzhao's arms, resting on her thighs wearing a skirt.
Li Qingzhao, who was holding a lychee in his delicate hands, was stunned for a moment.
Not to mention her, even Chu Zhen was shocked.
A closer look revealed that the girl in Li Qingzhao's arms was soft and frail, with waist-length black hair spread loosely. She was wearing a thin long shirt and trousers, the trousers did not cover her little feet, and her two slender, crystal-like jade legs were exposed. The jade feet are exposed, very beautiful and pink, and the toes are as clear as pink pearls.
"C-Chu Langjun?!"
Li Qingzhao, who looked like a girl, did not dare to touch her. He raised his hands, holding a lychee in his right hand, and looked at him in a panic to ask questions.
"Calm down and stay out of the way...I'm from time travel just like you!"
Chu Zhen put down the teapot and walked over to look down at the girl who suddenly fell from the sky.
Li Qingzhao's body tensed up and her cheeks turned red. This was the first time she had been so close to a young man.
But she couldn't avoid the weak girl on her lap.
Fortunately, the girl in her arms gradually woke up, looked at her with sleepy eyes, then turned her head and looked at Chu Zhen blankly.
"What a charming little girl!"
Seeing her little face clearly behind her hair, Li Qingzhao couldn't help but admire her.
This little girl who fell from the sky has a really exquisite appearance. She has smoky eyebrows and cherry lips, and her eyes are affectionate. She is so cute and pitiful. If she were not unfamiliar, she would really want to talk to this little girl and touch her face with her hands. , see how she grew up like this.
I asked her if she knew how to beat a horse.
"It is indeed beautiful!"
Chu Zhen couldn't help but nod in agreement with Li Qingzhao's words.
The girl who fell from the sky is still very young, probably in her early ten years, but her beauty has already been revealed. Her body is soft and slender, her skin is white and smooth, and her beauty transcends age and era. Chu Zhen, who is not a lolita fan, is stunned. I couldn't help but feel moved in my heart.
"Who are you? Where are you?"
The girl with smoky eyebrows and pink lips looked at him, blinked, and rubbed her eyes with her bare hands. After finally confirming that it was a man in front of her, her weak body trembled with fright, and she shrank back in fear, until she shrank into Li Qingzhao's arms. , looked at her again in fear.
Fortunately, Li Qingzhao is also a girl.
"I, I...where is...here? Are you...thieves?"
The little girl with loving eyes was very scared and her face turned red.
"Little sister, don't worry, we are not bad people."
Chu Zhen comforted her, but the little girl was still so anxious that her face turned red, she started panting, and her weak body trembled.
Chu Zhen had no choice but to retreat and motioned to Li Qingzhao to help comfort her and let her calm down first.
After returning to the computer and sitting down, Chu Zhen looked at the two people over there, then at the Li Qingzhao poetry collection and Dream of Red Mansions on the table, and his heart skipped a beat.
No way?
probably not.
After all, Dream of Red Mansions is a fictional novel, and it is different from Li Shimin, Zhu Yuanzhang, and Li Qingzhao.
Over there, for some reason, the weak little girl started to cry, and the more she cried, the sadder she became. Li Qingzhao was so overwhelmed by the crying that he was naturally not in the mood to eat lychee. He kept comforting her, and even took the initiative to tell her his name and origin. .
Unexpectedly, after hearing Li Qingzhao's name, the little girl cried harder. She looked at her with tears in her eyes and asked with sobs: "Is your sister Yi An from the Song Dynasty?"
Li Qingzhao admitted that he was not a layman Yi An, but he nodded.
The little girl cried even harder.
"Oooh, I, I."
The crystal tears kept falling, and the sobs were so endearing. The delicate body kept shaking, and her two small hands wiped the pearl-like tears on her cheeks.
The beauty shed tears, which really broke her heart. I wished I could hold her in my arms and comfort her.
Li Qingzhao did the same.
But she still couldn't stop her crying.
Chu Zhen became more and more suspicious that such a crying little girl could really be the... Xiaoxiang concubine in Dream of Red Mansions, right?
It's a pity that he couldn't recognize the "smoky eyebrows that look like frowning but not frowning, and the eyes that look like joy but not joy". He only felt that the crying girl's eyebrows and eyes were indeed very beautiful. Not only did she have a little melancholy temperament, she was lovable. There is also a vague charm, which was called romantic in ancient times and peerless in modern times.
Although she is quite young.
A long while.
The little girl with smoky eyebrows and pink lips was comforted by Li Qingzhao, with tears remaining on her cheeks. She stood up and bowed to Chu Zhen. After receiving permission, she sat down again and said with sobs:
"I'm not crying because I'm going to hell after death, but because my mother has been ill in bed for many days, and she loves me so much. If I had died early, mother, mother... oh oh oh... how could I Aren’t you going to be sick all the time? It doesn’t matter if I die, but it will affect my mother... wu wu wu."
Chu Zhen was stunned.
It turned out that she was crying for her mother!
She suddenly traveled to Chu Zhen's house and mistakenly thought she was in the underworld. The first time she cried was not for herself, but for her mother.
So filial.
The unworthy descendants of the world should come here to cry together!
Li Qingzhao looked at Chu Zhen subconsciously, meaning, are we all dead?
"Don't cry, don't cry! Don't cry first!"
Chu Zhen's voice rose, and after she looked at her with those tearful eyes, she pointed to the stairs: "You are not dead. You only need to go down the stairs to return to your time and space...that is, back to your home!"
The little girl slowly stopped crying, stood up, and subconsciously covered a small patch of white on her chest with her soft white and slender right hand. She grabbed her collar with her fingers, lowered her head and whispered:
"Thank you, Uncle Ghost, for your guidance."
After that, he hurriedly walked towards the stairs.
"Uncle Ghost" Chu Zhen's mouth twitched.
Li Qingzhao breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Chu Zhen gratefully: "Thank you very much, Mr. Chu Xian, for the lychee. My family is very grateful."
It looked like he wanted to say goodbye and didn't dare to stay any longer.
Seeing this, Chu Zhen didn't want to keep them much longer, so he nodded and let them go back first.
Who knows, it seems that because of hearing the word "Xianjun", the little girl's pace gradually slowed down, and she stopped at the stairs. She struggled for a while, and then slowly turned around:
"Uncle, are you an immortal? Or a ghost?"
She secretly looked around again with teary eyes, and sure enough, the decorations in the house were extraordinary.
She glanced at this sister Li Yian again. The presence of the immortal soul of Li Yian, a talented woman through the ages, made her feel at ease.
Why a fairy soul?
Because Li Yian was from the Song Dynasty, more than six hundred years ago, she had read a lot of Yi'an's poems.
"I'm not an immortal, nor a ghost, nor a ghost, and I'm exempt from that."
Chu Zhen smiled helplessly, sat on the gaming chair in front of the computer, and said to them: "However, since you are here, it proves that you have some fate with me. Maybe I can save your bedridden mother. The premise is that your mother should be Are you really sick in bed for a long time?"
Even with modern medicine, Chu Zhen did not dare to give random food to ancient patients. He only dared to help her under the premise that a dead horse could be used as a living doctor.
The little girl's eyes turned red again.
When Li Qingzhao saw this, he persuaded her to sit back on the bench, and the two of them looked at Chu Zhen together.
"First of all, I need to know your and your parents' names, origins, etc."
Chu Zhen said.
This is the fastest method. If this little girl is some kind of princess, you can get a rough result by searching on the computer. Maybe there is a record of what disease her mother died of.
Hearing this, the frail and tearful little girl visibly hesitated.
After a long while, he whispered: "My father's surname is Lin, Tao Hai, and the word is Ru Hai."
Although Chu Zhen didn't understand what "huihai" was for a while, he could understand the word "Ruhai" clearly.
He immediately sat up straight, looked at her, and asked in surprise: "Your father's name is Lin Ruhai?!"
The little girl nodded slightly.
"So, your mother is from Rongguo Mansion?"
The little girl raised her head and looked in shock: "My mother is the fourth daughter of Jia Guogong of Rongguo Mansion in the capital. How about the fairy..."
She shut her mouth. Since she is an immortal king, of course she knows.
Chu Zhen's expression became even weirder, and he asked again: "So, are you Lin Daiyu, the Fairy of Crimson Pearl?"
Although he is an Immortal Lord, he is also a young man. When he called him by name, the little girl's face turned red again. After a long while, she said with a slightly annoyed tone: "What kind of fairy am I? The Immortal Lord is trying to take advantage of me." make fun of……"
She realized that this sentence was not good and shut her mouth again.
Suddenly I thought of my mother again and couldn't help but shed tears again.
Chu Zhen looked at Li Qingzhao and Lin Daiyu for a long time.
The former is a female poet who existed in history and is known as the most talented woman throughout the ages, but the latter is the heroine in "A Dream of Red Mansions". Unexpectedly, she also traveled through time and came to his home!
