The moment I stepped out of the village, a wet breath mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants came to my face.

"The traffic between the fields and the roads, and the chickens and dogs hear each other." This sentence from "The Peach Blossom Land" suddenly appeared in Qiao Ran's mind. As she saw a low house bathed in the morning light, the smoke rose up, just like the "Agricultural Fun Picture" seen in the History Museum, she had never thought that she would become the person in the picture.

A joy of becoming a human being surged in my heart.

"Miss." The little girl Hongdou pounced on her with red eyes.

The gate of Zhuangzi was also closed at this time, and a loud sound was made, which was enough to represent disgust for her.

Qiao Ran didn't care, but Hongdou's tears fell again: "What happened to the eldest lady, they just..."

The warmth and coldness of human relationships and the coldness of the world are nothing more than this.

"Let's go!" Qiao Ran touched her head and comforted her.

...

Xuanzhen Temple is located on the hillside of Qixia Mountain outside the city. It has a history of a hundred years and is also considered a famous temple in Jinling. Every day on the first day of the day, the moon is full of pilgrims and the incense is in full bloom.

Most of these pilgrims come from families with some extra money in their homes, and think it is troublesome to climb the mountain. Twenty years ago, the pilgrims donated money and built a road that circulated from the foot of the mountain for the carriages to pass through. In this way, the pilgrims' carriages can stop all the way to the entrance of the Taoist temple.

Today is not the first and a half month of the first month, so there are no pilgrims. They come early, so when the carriage stops at the door of Xuanzhen Temple, there is only one Taoist nun yawning in the square outside the Taoist temple.

This body memory tells her that she has hardly ever been out of any sect since she was a child, and of course, as her personal maid, Hongdou. Although Xuan Zhenguan is famous, as a "broom star" that everyone avoids, she has never entered such a "dao sect holy land".

The little girl's grief left Zhuangzi was long overtaken by the joy of living in such a "Daomen Holy Land". She jumped out of the carriage happily and turned around to help Qiao Ran get off the carriage, and pointed to Xuan Zhenguan's door excitedly: "Miss, it's Xuan Zhenguan! In the past, the mothers in Zhuangzi often mentioned it, saying that Xuan Zhenguan's signature was effective, the vegetarian food was delicious, and their pastries were also... "

Qiao Ran nodded, glanced at Xuanzhen Temple and looked down at the mountain. Xuanzhen Temple is very good. From here, you can see Jinling City at a glance. In the early morning of this season, the fog is so thick that from here, Jinling City is shrouded in a hazy area. You can vaguely see the pavilions and pavilions in the city, with eaves flying across, and occasionally one or two corners of hooks break through and thick fog stretches out, like a few outlined ink paintings.

Their master and servant are excited here, but Li Bo, who was driving the car, sighed, shook his head, and then stepped forward to copy the Taoist nun who was cleaning the square and said, "Real person, our lady is here."

The Taoist nun holding the broom in her hand stopped cleaning and looked up here. Her eyes fell on the two girls who were talking and blurted out: "Is this Miss Qiao?"

The one who kept calling out "Miss Long and Miss Short" should be the maid of Miss Qiao. Compared to the maid who looked around, the "famous" Miss Qiao was quietly facing her back, and she didn't know what she was looking at.

Although it is early spring now, the mountain is still a bit chilly. I think I have inquired before coming. Both girls are wearing thick winter clothes, but even so, Miss Qiao does not look bloated at all, standing there with a graceful and graceful back.

It seemed that she heard someone calling her name, and Miss Qiao finally turned around.

The moment she saw the girl turn her head, the Taoist nun couldn't help but sigh inwardly. The girl in front of her skin was as cream, her cherry lips, and her eyes that looked like peach blossoms. Her bright eyes were slightly flowing, and she had an indescribable charm. She had been a monk in Xuanzhen Temple for twenty years, and there were many beautiful women among the pilgrims, but there were very few who could compete with her.

Such a good look... It's a pity that he has such a reputation. Thinking of this, the Taoist nun looked at her sympathetically, without saying anything nonsense, reached out to point to the side of the side and said, "It's already arranged, you can follow me!"

Seeing that the nun had not entered Xuanzhen Temple at all, she walked straight to the curved sideways beside Xuanzhen Temple, Hongdou was shocked: "Aren't we going to Xuanzhen Temple?"

Qiao Ran reached out and touched her head: What a silly child, how could a "broom star" live in a famous Jinling Temple like Xuanzhen Temple? If someone knows, will there be pilgrims willing to come to her house? After all, she is so "famous", and she will have long been a joke in the whole city after dinner.

The residence arranged by the Fang family was said to be Xuanzhen Temple, but it was not actually in Xuanzhen Temple. The path next to the side by the Xuanzhen Temple was a pond. In the middle of the pond was a wooden bridge that only two or three people could pass through. After walking through the wooden bridge, she would be where she would stay afterwards.

Before he had withdrawn from the sadness of not being able to get away from the spiritual sign, Suzhai and pastry that he had no chance with Xuan Zhenguan. After seeing the small courtyard they would stay after, Hongdou's sadness instantly turned into anger: "What do you mean? Do you treat our ladies as monsters?"

The outside of the small courtyard, which is separated from Xuanzhen Temple, is covered with various yellow talisman papers. This scene seems to suppress some ghosts and monsters!

The Taoist nun blushed and said, "This is what Mrs. Fang Er means. The two female donors don't like to demolish it. Someone will come to deliver the meals during the three meals a day. Donor, I still have morning classes to do, so I will leave first!" After that, he turned around and ran away as if he ran away.

"I'll be an outsider, I'll bah!" The little maid Hongdou angrily kicked the Taoist nun in the direction of the escape. If Qiao Ran hadn't pulled her, she would have rushed out and grabbed the Taoist nun and attacked her.

Qiao Ran shook her head with some amusement. In the memory of the original owner of this body, Miss Qiao: the little maid Hongdou is an obedient and sensible girl, and may be bullied by others when she goes out. Now it seems that obedient and sensible only listen to her words, and simplicity is just about her. There is no need to worry about being bullied when she goes out.

What a stupid child! But she can't blame her. Imagine locking herself in a big village since I was a child. All I saw and heard were the servants and wives in the village. The outside world was almost completely isolated from this child. The living environment has a lot of impact on people.

"It's good, at least safe," Qiao Ran said.

There are "monsters" here, and occasionally pilgrims who go astray don't dare to approach them. After all, those who come to burn incense must believe in this kind of thing very much.

A sentence immediately calmed the angry Hongdou, and she said hatefully: "That servant will write it down first and settle the score with them later!"

Qiao Ran smiled and looked at the pond in front of her. There were many lotus flowers planted in the pond. Although it was still early before the lotus flowers bloomed, the lotus leaves floating on the pond could vaguely imagine the situation when the lotus flowers bloomed in summer.

The scenery here is good, and the most important thing is quiet, which Qiao Ran is very satisfied. Quietness means that you don’t need to be afraid of doing a lot of things, which is very good.

With Li Bo's help, the boxes they brought were moved into the yard.

The door locks in the yard have been replaced with new ones. There are not many things in the yard and the house are not much, except for some basic bed tables. The cleaning is quite clean, which is much better than she thought.

Three meals a day will be delivered to Xuan Zhenguan, so there is no need to worry. After a while of rest, Qiao Ran opened the so-called boxes and brought them, one box of clothes, bedding and other boxes, and some debris were placed.

They are all ordinary things, and they also have impressions in the memory of this body, except... Qiao Ran reached out and took out the wooden box under the box that looked at some years and put it on the table. She looked at it for a moment, then shook her head: I really didn't remember it no matter how I thought about it.

"Is this my thing?" Qiao Ran called Hongdou, who had started placing objects inside and outside, and asked, "Why don't I remember?"

Hongdou only glanced at it and nodded repeatedly: "Yes! It was something from the young lady when she was a child, the eldest lady said. The lady was still young at that time, less than three years old, so she probably couldn't remember it." As she said that, she reached out to untie a series of keys around her waist, and took out a key from it and opened the lock.

Even the key is hers.

The wooden box was opened, and the top was a doll made of cloth. The doll was stuffed with cotton, and it was bulging and looked very cute. Children all liked dolls, but it was no surprise that she put the doll aside and looked down, and was stunned.

"General Outline of the Thirteen Yin and Yang Chronicles".

This is a book, and it is very thick and cannot be held with one hand.

Read such a thick book at the age of three? Are you a child prodigy?

Miss Qiao is obviously not a child prodigy.
Chapter completed!