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[gl Baihe] Author of "Top Brand Daily [Rebirth GL]": Yue Sexiang【End】

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Ning Qinghuai, who was born as a lowly concubine, died of illness on the same day her son was admitted to the university. The only regret in his life was not being able to watch the death of his wife Pei Fei, who had fought with her for most of her life.

However, she never crossed the Naihe Bridge, and when she opened her eyes, she returned to her most beautiful age.And at that time, she was still in the biggest brothel in Chang'an City, being the top girl who was the best at singing and dancing, with bright eyes and charming looks.

But it always feels like something is wrong...

#老鸡从that old bustard, but the boss in the building has become Mrs. Pei Fei how to break#

#Fuck trough why there are always some strange women crying and shouting to hit me in the face, but you hit me in the face#

#Why did the lady who looked at each other and hated each other in the previous life now look at me very strangely? Hey#

Pei Fei: ... Ha ha.

Ning Qinghuai, who had been reborn once, was stunned as he watched the group of demons dancing in front of him...

(╯‵皮′)╯︵┻━┻Director! I don’t play anymore! Why is my script different from others!

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Ning Qinghuai, Pei Fei┃ Supporting actors: Chen Guangyu, Ji Qian, Li Fang, He Jiuqiu, Chuxue, etc.┃ Others: double birth, multiple traversers, face-slapping, revenge, Sansheng III

☆, rebirth

In Yingzhou, Chen Mansion.

Ning Qinghuai was lying on the Babu bed that was refurbished last year, with blue silk curtains and embossed flower carvings, worth hundreds of gold.I heard from the boss that this was specially given to the master by some official, but this one was sent to her here in a hurry.

It can be seen that the master is partial to her.

Her son, the only son, Chen Guangyu, was kneeling in front of her with red eyes at this moment, with a big red brocade flower ball pinned to his chest that he hadn't picked off in time, his handsome face was full of grief and pleading: "Mother— ―Look at my son! My son is in high school! Son... son is Tanhua Lang...you are promising, mother..."

He lay on the edge of the bed, weeping uncontrollably.

Tanhualang... ah.

Ning Qinghuai twitched the corners of her lips at Chen Guangyu. She really wanted to touch the boy's head and praise him for his strength and ability.I also want to warn him not to be coquettish and complacent, to be a big tree attracting wind, and to understand that there are people outside of others.She is dying, she can no longer protect him from the ups and downs in the back house, and she can't watch him marry a wife and have children soaring upwards.She wanted to say too much, but her long-sick body couldn't even move her fingers.

In the end, she just looked at him with tender eyes that were rare in her life, and said word by word: "Good boy."

Chen Guangyu cried even louder.It was mournful and shrill, like the wailing of a child when it was injured.The servants who were kneeling all over the room were so frightened that they dared not speak out, and they all bowed their heads in tears.

This young man has a weird temperament since he was a child, and he only got close to the only mother in the mansion who treated him sincerely. Ning Qinghuai wanted him to study hard, so he studied hard. Tanhua.

He sits high on a red horse, with a handsome appearance in a red shirt, a handsome young man. The spring breeze is proud, and the whole body is full of the fragrance of flowers.It was a sachet made of flower buds folded from trees carefully selected by the little ladies on the roadside, and quietly thrown to the man they liked.

However, before he got home, he got the news that his mother was seriously ill.When he came staggeringly, he was already in the state of returning to the light.

The son wants to be filial, but the relative does not wait...

Ning Qinghuai actually doesn't like crying very much, and she also hates others crying in front of her.

How unlucky she's not dead yet.

But soon.

Ning Qinghuai was already in a trance, the breath he had been holding on before finally dissipated when he saw his son come back.

When the time came, it was like watching flowers on horseback, scenes flashed by quickly.That was her life's past.

At this moment, many people and things that she thought she had forgotten had been revisited.

The last thing left, the one that will never disappear again, is the face of Pei Fei, the wife of the wife who has been fighting with her for most of her life, the eldest daughter of Boyonghou's mansion.

She still had the same indifferent face when she first met her. She was naturally noble and imposing, making her teeth itch when she saw her, and she wished she could trample her face under her feet and trample it hard.

Thinking of this, Ning Qinghuai chuckled lightly, his whole body lost all strength in an instant, and slowly closed his eyelids.

Alas, I am not reconciled to not being able to see that woman die with my own eyes.

"mother----!!!"

"Master!!"

"Aunt Ning... went..."

The small courtyard on the east side of the Chen Mansion was instantly filled with crying.

But how many of these cries were sincere, Ning Qinghuai neither knew nor wanted to know, she was sitting sullenly in front of the dressing table, looking solemnly at the bronze mirror.

The girl in the mirror has bright eyes. She has a pair of black distant eyebrows, narrow almond eyes, long and thick eyelashes, a beautiful nose and diamond lips, and pink dimples.This is a face full of eagerness and vigor.

It was her face when she was young.

Seeing her girl's face as if she had seen a ghost, Jian Cui was puzzled, she couldn't help but stepped forward, and asked in a low voice: "...Miss Qinghuai?"

Ning Qinghuai turned her head to look in a daze.After a while, she said, "Look up and show me."

Although Jian Cui was puzzled, she still lifted her chin obediently.

Ning Qinghuai gasped!

In fact, Jian Cui's appearance is not very scary, on the contrary, she has a round face, even has baby fat on her cheeks, cat-like eyes, and pink lips, making people fall in love with her at first sight.

The reason why Ning Qinghuai reacted so strongly was because in her impression, Jian Cui died 15 years ago!

Although she is still immature now, Ning Qinghuai remembers that when Jian Cui grew up and her face grew, she was accused of being a servant girl to a girl who was popular at the time.It didn't take long before he was spotted by a benefactor and bought it overnight.

But Jian Cui was sold to the building by his father and brother, and he didn't want to receive guests, so he always thought about going home every day.It's a pity that I have no money to redeem myself, and I can't hold back my aunt. The deed of sale is still with my aunt, and I can't even escape.But half a month later, she suddenly hanged herself.

Back then, my aunt used Jiancui as a raft, and I don't know how many people she warned.And Ning Qinghuai remembered it so clearly because of the beams that Jian Cui hung in her house.

No, no, no...

"Young girl's complexion is not very good. Could it be that she caught a cold last night? Is the girl unwell? Jian Cui will go to Aunt Yang to invite the doctor!" .

Ning Qinghuai frowned, "Stop." She stroked the delicate skin on her face with one hand, stared straight at the mirror, and said softly and slowly, "Don't go."

Her voice is very special, not as crisp and melodious as an ordinary woman, but it has an unspeakable taste.Casual and deeply hidden sharpness makes people subconsciously follow his instructions.When two completely different styles are perfectly integrated into one person, they will form a unique personality charm.

Jian Cui immediately came back obediently.

The dressing table was facing the window, half covered, Ning Qinghuai tilted her body to look at the scenery outside.

It should be spring day, the sky is already bright, the shops are already open, and there are few pedestrians on the street. Occasionally, the hairpin hat Xiaolang who is a bit of a horse parade passes by, and he will pretend to look at her inadvertently, and then quietly red face.The food sellers yawned and gathered together, chatting about their wives, mothers and sons.

This scene is really very familiar.

Ning Qinghuai sniffed it suddenly, and when she smelled the faint fragrance of peach blossoms, the last bit of surprise in her heart disappeared.

The name of the capital is Chang'an, and there is a moat in Chang'an city. It is said that there is a peach blossom tree planted by the daughter of the former prime minister by the river. When spring comes, the city is filled with the fragrance of flowers.

She felt that after she died of illness at the age of 38, for some unknown reason, she didn't drink that bowl of soup. Instead, she opened her eyes and went back to 24 years ago, when she was 14 years old.