All the concubines in the harem are time travelers

Bu Ji was in excruciating pain in the room. When he heard a baby crying, the midwife screamed in surprise.

"She's a pretty lady."

"Wait, there's one more."

"Ma'am, try harder."

The midwife took the first child aside to be cleaned, and after about a cup of tea, the second child's head appeared.

When the midwife took the baby out, the baby didn't cry or make a fuss, not even a single cry.

Bu Ji lay weakly on the bed, struggling to look up and asked anxiously.

"my child......"

The midwife became anxious and pinched the baby girl's butt in her arms, and the baby girl began to cry softly.

Just as the midwife put the two children in the cradle, a fragrant smell wafted into the room.

This strange fragrance, like mint mixed with pine resin, felt very familiar to Bu Ji.

She also smelled this scent when she came through.

Sure enough, the pain in her body went away, and two people came out from behind the screen. The door was closed, and no one knew where Duzhu and Jingting came from.

Du Zhu glanced at her and said.

"It's time."

He gave some instructions and went to look at the babies nearby. Two baby girls were lying peacefully in the cradles, fair and tender. The older one looked more lively, with her two hands and two feet swinging, while the younger one was much quieter, with her big watery eyes open as if she was sizing up the surroundings.

Jingting pushed his wheelchair to the bedside. Bu Ji sat up and looked around, only to find that except for the three of them, everyone here had stopped moving.

"Sage... am I going back?"

Her voice was trembling as she spoke, and her eyes were filled with tears. It was completely different from the heart-wrenching pain just now. This time it was an pain in the bottom of her heart, as if it had penetrated into her bones.

Jingting nodded slightly, picked up the pearl hairpin on the table and handed it to her.

"This is what you're taking with you, isn't it?"

He thought she would take away more valuable treasures, after all, everything here was antiques.

For example, the vase on the wall, if brought back to modern times, would be worth at least tens of millions.

But the pearl hairpin in her hand was not made of good pearls, and the handle of the hairpin was just ordinary silver, with rough workmanship. It was an old item, but not valuable.

Jingting also understood why she took away a pearl hairpin. If he guessed correctly, this pearl hairpin was a gift from Li Ji to her.

She still couldn't stop thinking about it.

Jingting sighed and took out a glass bottle from his arms. It was shining with gold and looked like a treasure.

He took out a small black pill from the bottle, about the size of a soybean.

"Take this pill and you can go back."

"Your body will bleed to death, and then they will say it was caused by childbirth. The medical skills of the people here are not good, and they can't find out what it is."

Bu Ji slowly stretched out his hand and took the pill from Taoist Jingting.

She tightly grasped the pearl hairpin in her other hand and turned her head to look out the window reluctantly.

A tall figure stood motionless in the yard, sideways. His white gold brocade robe made him look particularly suave, and his face was more beautiful than a woman's.

It seemed as if it was the day when we first met, in the Cining Palace, he was standing like this, like an immortal king in the heavenly palace.

"What will happen to him if I leave?"

Bu Ji turned his head and asked Jing Ting with a heavy heart.

Jingting said with a serious face.

"He, he is the emperor, so naturally he will return to the right track, just like Lord Bu Cong, and spend his old age in peace."

After hearing this, Bu Ji felt relieved.

It seems that Li Ji will live a long life in this world.

As for the two newly born children, she was not worried. With Li Ji and Chu Jin Guo around, they would definitely grow up healthy and happy.

"Can I write a letter?"

Jingting gave her paper and pen and asked her to sit on the edge of the bed and write.

She wrote the last letter stroke by stroke, which was addressed to Li Ji.

She planned to tell him the truth so that he would know that she was not dead, but had gone to a faraway place where she could still live a good life.

At the very end, she solemnly expressed her last wish to Li Ji, which was to choose another queen.

Without the Queen Mother's interference and the interference of the empress, he might have met his true love.

Both babies she gave birth to were princesses, and she would not get involved in the fight for the throne. She only asked Li Ji to choose a virtuous and generous person as queen and treat the two princesses well.

She had nothing else to pray for.

Jingting put away the letter and put it into his sleeve.

Bu Ji swallowed the pill in her hand and slowly turned her head towards the window, her eyes fixed on the figure in the yard.

She didn't cry, but her vision became blurry.

At this moment, she finally understood why Jingting asked her again and again whether she wanted to go back. At this moment, she finally knew what regret felt like.

But it was too late for her to regret now.

It can even be said that her thoughts have returned to the modern era. The moment her upper eyelid touched her lower eyelid, the scene in front of her eyes changed.

This is where she works, the largest funeral home in Hangzhou.

The crowd on the street was shouting, she looked at the passers-by in panic, but she could hear the midwife's shouting in her ears.

"Oh no, oh no, my lady is having a hemorrhage."

Then there was a loud sound of breaking the door, as if someone had kicked it open.

.......

Just a few seconds later, her hearing returned to the present day.

"Give it!"

A fruit vendor on a tricycle called out to her loudly, Bu Ji dodged and came to her senses.

She looked at the three big words written on the door and walked in. The facilities in the funeral home had changed. She had only been away for three years, and earth-shaking changes had taken place.

The guard called her.

"Miss, who are you looking for? No outsiders are allowed in."

This is not a place for sightseeing. No one except staff and family members are allowed to enter.

Bu Ji turned to look at the guard and asked.

"Has Uncle Zhang retired? I remember he was only fifty when I left. He should not be able to retire."

"Oh, I see. You are new here."

"The manager is still somewhat humane and knows to hire another person to help Uncle Zhang."

The guard looked at her in confusion. This woman was so strange.

"There is no such thing as Uncle Zhang. You've come to the wrong place. I'm the only security guard here."

Bu Ji didn't believe it.

"How could that be? Isn't this the Hangzhou Funeral Home?"

The guard pointed to some large characters on the wall and said.

"Hangzhou Funeral Home?"

"It's been a long time since it was called that name. That was fifty years ago. Now it's called the Resting House."

Bu Ji looked in the direction of his finger and saw a few large metal words hanging on the wall: "Home of Rest".

She walked closer and saw pictures hanging on the wall.

Outstanding retired employee: Lin Chunxiao.

It's her in the photo, but she's older.

Bu Ji looked at the photos on the wall in shock. How could it be fifty years later? She was already in her seventies.

So, she is still Bu Ji and has not changed back to her own body.

She suddenly ran to the bathroom nearby and saw a face reflected in the spotless mirror. It was Bu Ji's face, no doubt about it.

How could this be?

She couldn't figure it out, so she came out of the bathroom and asked the guard at the door.

"Hello, where is Lin Chunxiao now?"

Of course the security guard knew Lin Chunxiao, as she was an outstanding employee every year.

"You mean Aunt Lin? She lives in the same place as before. Do you know her? I'll write you the address..."

Before he could finish his words and took out his pen, Bu Ji had already run out.

Of course she knew where she used to live.

The old house was left to her by her parents. At that time, only her grandmother lived with her. Her parents went to work in other places when she was very young and never came back.

People from the same village said that her mother went abroad with a rich boss, and her father was so angry that he drank himself to death on the construction site.

It is true that a few strangers came to see her when she was very young and gave her grandmother some money.

She didn't understand this at the time, but later she realized that she would have to depend on her grandmother for the rest of her life.