Super Miserable Time Travel: Concubine Lie Fu

Chapter 11 Memories of Time Traveling as a Slave 2
"Miss, what do you want to see today?" The autumn wind was sassy, ​​under the big tree in the backyard, a light and shadow fell on the young man casually, looking a little blurred and handsome.

I squinted my eyes. At this time before, this boy named Changsun Chen and that boy Li Junnan always played tricks to make me laugh.They all know that since "I" fell out of the tree last time, the whole person has become unhappy.

Of course, I am missing this world and my parents, although they force their own goals on me, I am very disgusted.

But, in the end it's over.

I may never go back again, my fate is all the fate of this Miss Bai Ling.

"No, you guys go back. Leave me alone." I said lightly, looking at the golden glazed tiles in front of me and the vermilion pillars of the long corridor, I began to silently plan for my future.

I can't be so negative, can I?One day, I will grow up here, get married, and then watch my husband have four wives and four concubines. What a boring life.How can I tolerate such a life as a soul of the 21st century?

I leaned lazily on the stone chair, and tightened the thin autumn clothes on my body. When I touched these fine clothes, it was smooth and slightly warm.

The morning light is faint, the light smoke is curling up, and the sound of playing music is heard not far away, and the singing of beauties is fluttering, scattered in this evening.I know that my father is having fun again with Xinna's concubine in his arms, and my mother in this body must be feeling sad.

"Miss, it's cool in autumn, please go back to the house." A warm voice sounded from behind, and then a warm dress was draped over my shoulders.

I turned around in astonishment, only to see that Changsun Chen hadn't left, and he was smiling in the faint afterglow of dusk.

He smiled so beautifully, his eyes were curved, like clear autumn water, gently sprinkled on my heart, I was stunned, and looked at him motionless.

It's really hard to find a beautiful young man in this world. He has been tainted by those social atmospheres, and always pretends to be cool. Sometimes it's really disgusting.

This young man, like otherworldly fireworks, has the most beautiful eyes in the world.

When he saw me looking at him boldly, his face flushed suddenly. I thought he would turn around and run away, or lower his head like a shy girl.

(End of this chapter)