[Rebirth through Rebirth] Author of "Poverty and Noble Girl": Ghost of Snowfield [End]

【Text】:

Before her rebirth, she was proud of herself and hated ghosts.

After being reborn, she changed her past and was happy.

Fight with heaven, fight with earth, fight with fate, fight with talent, and fight with opportunity.

Change your destiny and create a new life.

【Lightning protection】:

1. Before her rebirth, the heroine was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and was good at embroidery. She was a well-known talented woman in Beijing.

2. This article is not

house fight

,No

Gongdou

, so the focus is not on the length of the home, nor on the best.

3. This article is an overhead dynasty, with a more open atmosphere and a modern style.

4. The future life of the female protagonist is "talking and laughing with Confucian scholars, and no white people in contacts", and the scope of communication is mainly gentry literati.

Content label: commoner life rebirth

Search keywords: Protagonist: Qi Surong ┃ Supporting roles: Gu Jinyun, Feng Zhan, Gu Yufeng, Gu Shuangshuang, Qi Subao, Liu Muhan, Liu Qianer, Luo Yanyi ┃ Others: Rebirth

Jinjiang Gold Medal Editor's Evaluation:

Once the family broke down and became a commoner, only then did I realize how unsuccessful I was once a human being. The point of rebirth is to change, change history, change destiny, change self, the process of transformation is like a butterfly, beautiful and colorful...

Wen is not a house fight, not a palace fight. The heroine's life can be described as "talking and laughing with great scholars, no white people in contacts", fighting with heaven, with earth, with fate, with people, with talent, and with opportunity.

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☆、Chapter 1 Rebirth

Qi Surong slowly opened his eyes, looking at the red silk tent above his head, dotted with flowers and embroidered butterflies, the bead curtain was half-draped, hazy as if in a dream.

Turning his head, his eyes swept across the room one by one, the rhombus window, the mirror with branches, the gold-inlaid red sandalwood tables and chairs, the cicada-patterned jade screen... everything in front of him seemed familiar.

Qi Surong sat up and touched the soft quilt on her body, her slender fingers looked exceptionally clear against the red silk.

She stretched out her hands, her white jade-like skin as she was before the age of sixteen. But this should not be the hand she should have now, the hands that have been toiled and scarred for decades.

Legend has it that the soul of a person will return to the place where she wants to go most after death. Is she still nostalgic for the wealth and glory of the past?

Qi Surong reached out and touched her face, which was smooth and delicate without any wrinkles.

The temperature she felt at her fingertips made her slightly stunned. Strange, does it still feel like this after death?

She rolled over and got out of bed, stroking everything in the room with her fingers one by one. The touch of her fingertips was so real, so real that she almost had the urge to cry.

Unconsciously, I walked to the bronze mirror, and the mirror reflected my sixteen or seventeen-year-old appearance, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, red lips, a flowery age, a flowery appearance, a noble birth, and extraordinary talent. It was the capital she was once proud of, but it was also the reason for her arrogance.

Qi Surong smiled at herself. After 30 years of hardships, she could really see it through. Life is all about self-knowledge. Poverty and wealth are like a fleeting moment.

She is very grateful to her master, who let her spend the most leisurely two years of her life before her death, no disputes, no hatred, no insults, no nobles, no conspiracies, only to live for happiness, only for this Live with heart.

These short two years are more meaningful than her forty years of life. She has done too many wrongs and owed too many people. Her life is like a ridiculous tragedy. If she hadn't met her master, she would probably have died, instead of being as indifferent as she is now.

While thinking about it, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

Qi Surong was stunned for a moment, opened the door, and the eyes were full of purple and bright red. It is the season of blooming flowers, and the courtyard is picturesque, but the rush of people in the courtyard ruins the beauty of the picture.

"Miss, it's not good!" A familiar voice came from far to near, Qi Surong looked at the sound, and saw a maid in yellow rushing over, panting, "Miss, it's not good. Let's Qi Su. The mansion was surrounded by many officers and soldiers."

"What?" Qi Surong was stunned, didn't this happen when she was sixteen?

His father was a general of Weiguo, an official of the second rank, but he was too upright and lofty, and he offended many powerful people. As a result, he was framed by others, which caused the emperor's anger, and finally issued an order to investigate and deal with him. All the property was confiscated. At this time, although there was no official decree, troops and horses were sent to block the Qi Mansion. The Qi family's ruined situation has been decided, once fell from the cloud to the quagmire, and has been unable to recover since then.

This is also the beginning of Qi Surong's tragic fate.

Is this... a dream? Qi Surong's expression was a little dazed.

"Ouch, my lady, what the hell is going on? What do those officers and soldiers want to do?" The maid looked anxious.

"...Ping'er?" Qi Surong stared blankly at the little girl in front of her, and called out her name with a trembling voice.

"Yes, what are your orders, Miss?" Ping'er looked at Qi Surong with hope.

Ping'er is still alive, standing in front of her alive!

Qi Surong grabbed her arm tightly, suppressed the excitement in her heart, and walked out of the room slowly, her eyes swept over everything around her.

It's not a dream, it's not a dream!

Qi Surong only felt sore eyes, and an indescribable emotion flooded into her heart.

She went back to 30 years ago?

Is this a new life given to her by God?

"Little, miss, don't be sad, things may not be as bad as you imagined." Seeing Qi Surong's tears in her eyes, Ping'er thought she was frightened, so she quickly comforted her.

"No, I'm not sad, I'm happy, very happy." Yes, how can you not be happy? God gave her a chance to live again, how lucky! In this life, she will never make the mistakes she once made, and she will never owe the people she once owed. She wants to live her life with no regrets and no guilt!

Ping'er looked at Qi Surong who was crying and laughing strangely, wondering if she had lost her mind.

"Miss?"

"Well, it's alright. Ping'er, go and pack your things, we will be kicked out of Qi's residence by the officers and soldiers soon, and there is not much time left." Qi Surong cleaned up her expression and told Ping'er to turn and walk towards her room. go.