003 When self-improvement

"Where is this?" Mu Zhiqing carefully asked the old man who was crying sadly, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

"Xue'er, I'm your father!" Murong Rui looked at his daughter with a changed temperament in consteration. Could it be that the collision at that time made her break her brain?

"Shuer?!" Mu Zhiqing stood up from the coffin and still wondered, "Who is Xue'er?"

"My bitter daughter. I'm your father!" Murong Rui, who had just cried for his daughter's "resurrection", was heart-wounded again and hugged his daughter and kept crying.

Mu Zhiqing let him hold him, and his heart was moved and occupied. She lost her parents when she was a child, and the dean of the Angel Kindergarten treated her like a daughter, but after all, they are not biological mothers and daughters. Now this elderly father who regards her as her biological daughter makes her feel fatherly love that she has never had!

For a long time, she heard the man who claimed to be her "father" say to her, "Sher, let's go. Dad will take you home."

Mu Zhiqing felt that the atmosphere was very strange and asked without end, "What year is it now?"

"Da Qi, the first year of Xuanwen." Murong Rui gave an answer that she didn't understand.

Mu Zhiqing returned to the prime minister's house with Murong Rui. Through the diagnosis of the imperial doctor, he believed the fact that his daughter was "resurrected". Not only that, although his daughter lost her previous memory, her brain became smarter and was no longer as stupid as in the past!

Is it that God has mercy on his old age and specially gave his daughter such an adventure?

Of course, he can't know that his daughter at this time is no longer the real Murong Xueyan. On that day, Mu Zhiqing felt that her soul was swept away by a gust of wind, swept away into the darkness, and kept shuttling. Finally, she seemed to stay in a dark space. After a long time, she suddenly found that she had regained her sense of touch, and her hands could beat! And what she knocked was the lid of the coffin that installed Murong Xueyan's body.

Mu Zhiqing, born in the 21st century, fell from the 18th floor and died on the spot, but his soul crossed to the Northern Qi Dynasty and attached to the body of Murong Xueyan, the daughter of the prime minister's family who had just died, thus "resurrated".

This is a chance given to her to survive in another era. She will seize this opportunity to replace the dead Murong Xueyan, be a good daughter, and live for herself again.

Murong Xueyan visited the back garden of the prime minister's mansion accompanied by the girl Jinxin and Xiurong. In modern times, because of her origin, she has visited very few places. It is rare to see such a beautiful scenery once.

A lifelike rockery stands in the center. Behind the mountain is a clear stream of water, and swimming fish jumps up from time to time. Around, willow trees are shaded, and the tender green branches are wrapped in a complicated way. Under the sun, a mottled reflection falls. In the center of the shade, a clump of peony blooms red. Like fire, pleasing to the eyes.

"Miss, the wind is blowing." Jin Xin nagging like an elder sister who cares about her sister, "The injury on your head hasn't healed yet. How about going back to your room first?"

"Okay." Murong Xueyan nodded meekly and went back to the room with the help of Jinxin and Xiurong.

"Jinxin, I have a question for you." Murong Xueyan asked, "What's wrong with the injury on my head? I asked my father, but he refused to say anything.

"Miss..." Jin Xin looked at her young lady worriedly and finally escaped from death. If she was stimulated again, in case...

"Are you afraid I can't stand it?" Murong Xueyan raised her eyebrows and smiled. Don't worry, I'm a person who has died once. It's impossible not to cherish my life.

"Miss?" Jin Xin and Xiu Rong were stunned at the same time. Such a tone, such an expression, is this... still the stupid lady in their family?

"Jinxin, please, help me, can you tell me?" Murong Xueyan grabbed Jinxin's hand and rubbed it hard. This method is commonly used in modern times to deal with the dean's mother. It should come in handy at this time!" Good brocade heart, beautiful brocade heart, lovely brocade heart..."

Jin Xin sighed and had to explain the whereects of the dragon in the future. How Murong Xueyan met the teenager Nangong Yi at the lantern party, how Nangong Yi got married by decree, how did the scandal of "intrusion" at the wedding banquet, and how Murong Xueyan committed suicide in disgrace. One by one, pour out everything you know and pour it out without reservation.

"That Jingwang Nangong Yi, he... didn't even investigate, so he randomly... accused me?" Murong Xueyan's black and white eyes widened with dissatisfaction.

"My uncle doesn't believe the young lady at all." Jinxin is still sighing. Not only that, when sending the young lady back home, the uncle also spoke rudely to the prime minister.

"Ex too much!" If it hadn't been for the fact that Murong Xueyan would have jumped up in anger if she hadn't recovered from the injury.

How can there be such an arbitrary and ruthless man in the world, with a cold face and a cold heart. Is he made of ice?

After Murong Xueyan decided to recover from her injury, she went to Jingwang Mansion to settle accounts with Nangong Yi.

At the door, Murong Xueyan looked up at the four words on the plaque hanging above her residence in a daze. This era she didn't know should have happened after the Tang Dynasty and before the Northern Song Dynasty, so she felt familiar with these traditional Chinese characters, but she only vaguely recognized them.

"Qing, heart, small... what?" The dark eyes are covered with doubts.

"It's Qingxin Xiaozhu, and the character is written by my husband himself." Jin Xin smiled and said, "Miss hasn't read a book since she was a child. It's hard for you to recognize these words now."

"Have you never read a book?" Murong Xue's eyes stared bigger, "Well, am I illiterate? No, I want to read!"

"But, but the prime minister said that a woman who has no talent is virtue..." Jinxin's face was embarrassed.

"What are you afraid of? Just go and beg the prime minister. The prime minister loves the young lady the most." Xiurong took over the peak of the speech, "Miss was bullied because she didn't know anything at the beginning, but now..."

"You talk a lot!" Jinxin stared at her and stopped the topic.

Murong Xueyan also saw the difference between the two maids from this matter: Jinxin is loyal and more cautious; Xiurong is talkative and has a broken mouth, which can get a lot of things out of her mouth.

So, after dinner, taking advantage of Jinxin's efforts to go out to make tea, all the questions of Murong Xueyan's coming to this strange dynasty came out.

"Xiurong, how did Dad become the prime minister at the beginning? Did he take the imperial examination?"

"It's not," Xiurong tilted his head and instilled what he heard and imagined to his young lady. "The prime minister made great contributions when I started the country, and the prime minister was personally sealed by the former emperor. Well, the new emperor ascended the throne three years ago, and the prime minister is now... Yes..." Xiurong stretched out two fingers and couldn't think of an adjective for a moment.

"The elders of the two dynasties!" Murong Xueyan quickly continued with four words.

"Yes, yes, that's what the people outside say!" Xiurong clapped his hands and said, "Miss, you seem to be... smarter."

Murong Xueyan smiled and asked, "So, what is King Jing?" Is he from the royal family? How dare you be so cling to your father, his official is bigger than your father?"

"Drip?" Xiurong was stunned by the words he had never heard before, and then regained his squirping sparrow nature. "That King of Jing, his father turned out to be a general of the town. He seemed to be a hero of the founding of the country and died three years ago. The King of Jing used to be a general. Last year, when he heard that he had won a battle outside, he was named King Jing."

"That's it." Murong Xueyan lowered her head and meditated, and then asked, "What kind of person is that King Jing?"

"Well, I'm not sure." Xiurong shook his head. After a long time, he suddenly thought of something and said, "Miss, King Jing had three little wives before he got married with you!"

"What!" Murong Xueyan almost fell off the chair.

No matter how bad her body is, she is also the prime minister's daughter. She is a golden girl and a jade leaf. That damn man got three women by his side before marrying her. Does he want to marry her back as a decoration? It's tolerable, it's unbearable!

"Xiurong, are you talking nonsense again? Look, the young lady is so angry!" Jinxin came back with a pot of tea. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Murong Xueyan's face darker than the bottom of the pot.

"Nothing." Murong Xueyan returned to normal, sitting upright, and her face was clear, just like a scholar, elegant and quiet prime minister's daughter.

Three days later, at Murong Xueyan's request, a scholar was invited to the prime minister's house to teach Murong Xueyan's literacy.

This scholar named Leng Zihan, who originally sold poems and paintings on the streets of the capital for a living, wrote for many teahouses and restaurants in Beijing, because he was famous at the feet of the emperor.

Leng Zihan has never seen such a talented woman. Her progress can be said to be thousands of miles a day. Before entering the house, the housekeeper of the prime minister's mansion described his young lady as "unliteral". However, when he first entered the door, he saw that she was holding "Three Hundred Tang Poems" in her hand. She knows at least 30% of the whole Tang poetry, and she can even recite some widely circulated poems. In three days, she learned to write. In less than half a month, she had recognized a lot of words and wrote well.

Murong Xueyan decided that in this era of male power, she should be a self-reliant intellectual woman through her own efforts!

In the 21st century, she was good at singing, dancing a little, and was also very interested in painting. In this era that she was not familiar with, she had to give full play to her strengths and advantages, and no longer be a lamb slaughtered by others!

At the insistence of her father, Murong Xueyan was injured for more than half a month, and was not allowed to go out until the wound on her head fully recovered.