After the locust disaster, my fairy reincarnation identity was exposed

Xiang Xinjin glanced at Xiang Ci lightly and said in a gentle voice: "No one knows what happened eight hundred years ago."

"Don't worry about the truth. In the past few days, see if you still dream about Prince Chushui?"

"If you still dream about it, tell us everything."

His eyebrows were serious: "One year there is severe drought, one year there is severe cold, and one year there is plague."

"Our current natural disaster... I'm afraid things are not as simple as we think."

The Xiang family members all changed their expressions.

Yes, I'm afraid things are not that simple. How could it be such a coincidence that their current natural disaster is so similar to the natural disaster eight hundred years ago?

They thought it was a great gift from heaven to come back again. With Xiaoqi's spiritual spring water and foresight, they could survive the natural disaster safely.

Now I dream of Prince Chushui from eight hundred years ago.

Moreover, there were severe droughts, severe colds, and plagues, so things might not be what they thought.

Xiang Ci bit her chopsticks in a daze, her mind going blank.

She's not really a fairy who descended to earth and was reincarnated, so why are things still happening to her?

Isn't this bullshit?

Mr. Xiang frowned tightly, but his voice was very soft: "Let's watch Xiao Qi's dream tonight before we eat."

Everyone's hearts were not put down because of these words, but were raised high.

Ye Kai looked at Xiao Qi worriedly, the food was no longer fragrant.

Xiao Qi has been special since he met Xiao Qi.

In addition to protecting her, he still wanted to protect her and see her smiling and laughing every day.

"After dinner, I will draw a portrait of Prince Chushui." Xiang Ci ate faster.

The Xiang family members were also in a state of ups and downs, anxious and uneasy, but they didn't feel much after hearing this.

After the meal, Xiang Ci went to the stove to pick out a piece of charcoal, whittled it and made it into a charcoal pencil.

Although she can draw with a brush, it is not as realistic as sketching.

Xiang Ci took rice paper and charcoal pencils, sat on a small stool under the peach blossom tree, lowered his head and started painting.

She had dreamed of the eight-year-old Prince Chushui, but she had never seen his face, so she could not draw it.

But she had seen the ten-month-old Prince Chushui in the bronze mirror, so she painted the ten-month-old Prince Chushui.

A ten-month-old child can draw better than an eight-year-old child.

It didn't take long for Xiang Ci to paint the portrait of the little prince.

She took out the rice paper and smiled at Ye who was standing under the jujube tree: "The painting is done."

Ye Kai, who had been staring at Xiang Ci's painting, strode over in an instant, took the portrait in her hand and looked at it: "It's very beautiful!"

"Pretty, right? I think she's pretty too." Xiang Ci smiled and arched her eyebrows, "I don't know how many girls I'll be obsessed with when I grow up."

After she finished speaking, the smile on her face fell again: "It's a pity that he didn't have the chance to grow up."

The little prince burned himself to death at the age of eight. He had no chance to grow up.

How can he charm thousands of girls?

Ye Kai enlightened her: "He is a good boy. The Lord of Hell will definitely let him find a good family in his next life."

"Well, yes." Although the Prince of Hell was a little cruel to her, the prince of a country, the Prince of Hell, should not be so cruel, Xiang Ci thought.

Xiang Wan took the portrait handed over by Ye Kai, looked at it carefully for a few times, looked up at Xiang Ci, then looked down at the portrait: "It is indeed beautiful, as beautiful as a little girl."

"Portraits of boys and girls!" Xiang Ling glanced at the portrait in Xiang Wan's hand, "Grandma said that children all look the same, and you can't tell whether they are male or female."

"Really, grandma?"

Mrs. Yu, who was walking around the bayberry tree, heard this and laughed loudly: "Yes. I am also curious about what a beautiful doll looks like in your eyes."

Mrs. Yu waved her hands and walked towards Xiang Wan.

She couldn't do this kind of action before, but now that the world is not peaceful, she just wants to exercise so that her family won't worry about her.

It would be impossible for her to exercise like Xiaoqi and the others, so she would just exercise by walking with her hands shaking.

Not to mention, Mrs. Yu quite likes to exercise. She walks in the morning, after meals, and in the evening.

She said that after walking, her whole body felt relaxed.

Xiang Wan lowered the portrait in his hand and handed it to Yu.

Mrs. Yu glanced at the portrait and let out a surprised sigh.

Everyone's hearts suddenly rose, and they all said in unison: "What's wrong?"

Mrs. Yu didn't reply, but took the portrait away from Xiang Wan, held it under the sun and looked at it again, and then took it under the peach tree shed to look at it.

The more he looked, the tighter his frown became.

Yu's move made Xiang Ci and others think highly of her.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, feeling that the atmosphere was tense.

"Lame plum!" Mrs. Yu suddenly shouted towards the kitchen.

Mrs. Cui heard her mother-in-law's cry and came out of the kitchen quickly: "What's the matter, mother?"

Mrs. Yu handed the portrait to Mrs. Cui: "Look at this portrait..."

"Oh!" Ms. Cui laughed when she saw the portrait, "This was painted by Xiao Qi? The painting is really beautiful. Xiao Qi looked like this when he was a child."

These words were like thunder from heaven, hitting everyone with a bang.

Xiang Ci opened his mouth in shock, his eyes full of disbelief.

No, she was painting the ten-month-old Prince Chushui, not herself.

But... Xiang Ci didn't dare to think about it.

Ye Kai's eyes fell on Xiang Ci, and his brows furrowed even more tightly.

When he arrived at Xiang's house, although he remembered things, he had not seen ten-month-old Xiao Qi.

So when I saw the portrait, I just thought the little prince looked good-looking and didn't think much of Xiao Qi.

Now that he heard Aunt Mei's words, he couldn't help but think back to the portrait he just saw.

It turns out that Xiao Qi looks like that.

Xiang Wan's eyes turned around Xiang Ci a few times and then slowly looked back.

She had this feeling when she looked at the portrait just now, but she didn't expect that it really looked like Xiao Qi.

Xiang Ling tightened his lips and moved his eyes slightly.

There is nothing strange about people being similar.

Mrs. Cui looked at the portrait a few more times, then looked at Xiang Ci, smiling nonchalantly: "The children all look the same, what's so novel about that."

Mrs. Yu also said cheerfully: "That's the truth. Xiaosi and Xiaowu also looked like this when they were young. They were both very good-looking."

Xiang Wan quickly answered: "I didn't expect that I was so good-looking when I was a child!"

Mrs. Yu smiled and added: "Xiaowu was even more beautiful when she was a child. Everyone said she was a child under the lotus seat of the Bodhisattva."

The tense atmosphere slowly dissipated, and I felt happy again.

Xiang Ci breathed a sigh of relief, yes, both grandma and mother said so, it must be right.

Don't say that children all look the same when they are young, just say that people are similar, what's wrong with being somewhat similar?

Suddenly, she had a ridiculous idea: "Then tell me, am I the reincarnation of the little prince Chushui?"

Everyone in the Xiang family: "..."

Xiang Ci knew that he had said something wrong and hurried to the village: "I'll go to the Empress Temple to have a look."

Hey, you shouldn't have said that.

The little prince Chu Shui was short-lived, but she actually said that she was her reincarnation. Was it because she was afraid that her parents would not be worried about her enough?

However, she wasn't much better off when she was a child.

Forget it, don’t think about it anymore, annoying.