Song Qingzhou was thinking about how they escaped when she first met Xiao Mo Ziqian.
Before Song Qingzhou could find a chance, the drugged handkerchief covered her face again, and she passed out again.
He thought he would be taken by traffickers when he woke up, but when Song Qingzhou opened his eyes, he saw himself at the age of fifteen or sixteen, still wearing exquisitely crafted ancient clothes, sleeping in an antique bedroom.
Song Qingzhou had just taken a few steps after lifting the quilt when a maid came in and said, "Miss, wake up. Master Mo sent someone to deliver something early this morning."
When Song Qingzhou heard the words "Master Mo", she subconsciously wanted to ask if it was Mo Ziqian. However, she remembered that she couldn't speak. She tried but still couldn't make a sound.
The maid put down the things in her hands, and then began to help Song Qingzhou wash and change clothes. Song Qingzhou was originally worried that she would be at a loss, but it turned out that this body seemed to have memory and was very adaptable to this maid's service.
After the maid helped Song Qingzhou get dressed, another maid came in and said with a smile: "Miss, breakfast is ready."
Song Qingzhou followed them outside. A sumptuous breakfast table was already placed on the table. Under the service of the two maids, Song Qingzhou had a hearty breakfast. This was the only time among her three changes in scenery. It was time to have a full meal, so she cherished this breakfast.
After finishing breakfast, the maid who came in first started to grind Song Qingzhou's grinding as usual, and said, "Master Mo also asked someone to send a message that the young lady should write to him if she has anything to say."
Song Qingzhou walked to the desk silently. She couldn't write this traditional Chinese character, and she didn't seem to know what to write for Mo Ziqian.
After the maid finished sharpening the ink, she looked up and found Song Qingzhou looking at the things she had just brought in from Mo Ziqian.
There was a folding fan placed in the box about 40 centimeters long. On the folding fan was a woman dancing under the peach blossom tree. Song Qingzhou recognized it at a glance as herself, or to be precise, in this body.
Song Qingzhou stared at the folding fan blankly, with countless thoughts flashing through her mind. She now discovered that she was not traveling through time, but more like remembering the memories of her previous life, and the timeline was a bit confusing, so she was with Mo Ziqian in her previous life. Have you met?
She looked at the folding fan for a long time before walking to the desk. The moment she picked up the brush, her body memory helped her write the first word smoothly.
She briefly thanked Xiao Mo Ziqian for the gift and said that she liked it very much. After writing, Song Qingzhou put down the brush in his hand. After the writing was dry, the maid next to her smiled and put the note away and said : "Master Mo must be waiting for news about the young lady. Tomorrow the young lady will be engaged to Master Mo. It's a match made in heaven."
Song Qingzhou paused when she heard the word "engagement". She was getting engaged to Xiao Mo Ziqian? Song Qingzhou didn't ask the question. Since it was a memory from his previous life, he could just follow the normal timeline.
But when she was lying on the soft and comfortable bed at night, she always thought of Mo Ziqian from before and the little Mo Ziqian in these memories. She still remembered the car accident between herself and Mo Ziqian.
Are they still alive now?
If she was still conscious, what about Mo Ziqian?
How is he now?
She spent most of the night thinking about it, and she fell asleep in a daze until the early morning. Then early in the morning, the maid gently woke her up and said: "Miss, I have to get engaged to the young master of the Mo family today, so I have to get up early to freshen up." .”
Song Qingzhou reluctantly nodded, feeling that she was still very sleepy, but today there were three or four maids surrounding her. She only had to follow the instructions to raise her hands and feet, and most of the time she closed her eyes and let them toss on her face and head. That's it.
After struggling for more than an hour, that is, more than two hours, Song Qingzhou, with a face full of white powder and a heavy bun, was finally able to have some breakfast, and then officially attend the engagement ceremony.
Of course, this is Song Qingzhou's feeling. In fact, a slim girl who is fifteen or sixteen years old looks even more slim and beautiful after being carefully dressed up. The exquisite but not complicated jewelry is paired with a light red dress. It is as bright as a flower that has just bloomed.
When little Mo Ziqian saw her, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy couldn't control the joy on his face, and his whole body was filled with joy. Song Qingzhou looked at him, and his maroon robe made his face look like Guanyu, with a gorgeous temperament, seemed to be much more cheerful and enthusiastic than Mo Ziqian in later generations.
Both parents were acquaintances, and they were happy to see the two childhood sweethearts get together. Although Song Qingzhou couldn't speak, Xiao Mo Ziqian's parents didn't care about this. There were many heirs in their family, so they didn't care. Xiao Mo Ziqian needs to marry a more capable wife. The most important thing is that he likes her. Moreover, these two children have been childhood sweethearts and have experienced life and death together. Their love is different.
The simple yet grand engagement ceremony lasted for more than an hour. Song Qingzhou followed Xiao Mo Ziqian throughout the process. There was nothing wrong with the process, because she only had to walk over, then smile, smile, and smile again. After all, she couldn't speak. , for the first time, Song Qingzhou felt that his acting skills were quite good.
At noon, after the invited guests had a lively lunch, the engagement ceremony finally came to an end. Xiao Mo Ziqian looked at Song Qingzhou with even more enthusiasm.
After all, they were just childhood sweethearts before, but now they are a serious unmarried couple. Song Qingzhou felt a little embarrassed by his big eyes. The young man's passionate feelings really made people blush.
Finally, the two of them had some time alone. Xiao Mo Ziqian firmly grabbed Song Qingzhou's hands and said, "Qingzhou, I am finally engaged to you."
Song Qingzhou looked at his pair of familiar fox eyes and nodded. Xiao Mo Ziqian took out a few pieces of cut paper and small charcoal pens from his small bag and handed them to Song Qingzhou.
Song Qingzhou was a little surprised but didn't show any expression on his face. Xiao Mo Ziqian said with a smile: "I secretly brought it with me today because I thought I could have a chance to be alone with you."
Song Qingzhou slowly wrote down a few words. Xiao Mo Ziqian was very happy when he saw it, because what Song Qingzhou wrote was: "I am also very happy today."
When the two of them get along, it is naturally the little Mo Ziqian who talks more. Unlike the Mo Ziqian of later generations, this little Mo Ziqian talks a lot, and he always has many weird things to tell Song Qingzhou.
