The Legend of Zhen Huan: Year after year, we share the spring breeze

"I'm sorry, your peaceful life was ruined by me."

"I've never had control over my life and my breath. Today, I can finally take control of it."

Her body slowly slid down from the couch. The dim sunset shone through the dilapidated window lattice onto An Lingrong's eyes, which were like dead water. She knew that she could finally rest.

"Empress Li has passed away."

The eunuch's hoarse voice came from the cold palace, passed through the high red walls, and startled the birds standing on the roof. They flapped their wings and flew away into the distance.

It's like a long nightmare.

"Miss, miss."

Yu Yang suddenly opened his eyes and saw the face of a beautiful lady in her thirties, looking at him anxiously. Yu Yang instantly became alert, "Who are you?"

The sound it made when it opened its mouth was like a crow that hadn't had water for three days.

"Miss, you're finally awake. Have a drink first." Aunt Xiao brought a cup of warm water to Yu Yang's lips. "What's wrong with you? I'm Aunt Xiao. I accompanied you to the capital for the selection. We've been on the road for half a month. You caught a cold a few days ago, and it's gotten worse in the past few days. You've been comatose for three days now."

Yu Yang surveyed her surroundings with a touch of disbelief. What caught her eye were pink and yellow curtains, tassels swaying softly in the breeze. She shifted uncomfortably, only to find the bed beneath her cold and hard. Even with its thick mattress, it seemed flimsy compared to a Simmons mattress. Next to the bed was a window frame, its hollow, carved window frames letting in specks of sunlight. Besides the large bed, the room contained only a small round wooden table and two embroidered cushions. Yu Yang returned her gaze to Aunt Xiao.

Aunt Xiao was stunned for a moment, "Miss, you are not delirious with fever, are you? I will go get a doctor right away."

Yu Yang quickly stopped Aunt Xiao who was about to leave, "No, I just felt a little dizzy, but I feel much better now. I want to rest for a while."

Aunt Xiao thought for a moment and said, "I'll go to the store and ask for a bowl of porridge. Miss, please rest for a while."

After sending Aunt Xiao away, Yu Yang lay on the bed and closed his eyes. A wave of memories that did not belong to him flooded into his mind. After sorting out these contents carefully, Yu Yang had to admit a bloody fact: he had traveled through time.

Thinking of her as a promising young person of the 21st century, the future successor of the country, she had just received the admission letter for graduate school yesterday, and made an appointment with some good sisters in the dormitory to go to the bar to celebrate all night, to comfort herself for getting up earlier than the chickens and going to bed later than the chickens these days. However, she did not expect that because she had too much fun, the glasses that had been with her for nearly three years disappeared. Just as she came out of the bar and was about to cross the road, she had a close contact with an oncoming car. When she opened her eyes again, she entered the world of the famous novel "The Legend of Zhen Huan" and became An Lingrong, the eldest daughter of the county magistrate of Songyang County, Chuzhou Prefecture, Zhejiang Province.

Yu Yang never thought that he had been an ordinary person since he was a child. He listened to his parents at home and his teachers at school. He also read many TV novels about time travel. But one day he would keep up with the trend and catch the last train of the time travel army.

After pondering for a moment, Yu Yang had to accept the fact that he had traveled through time. He thought about the electronic snack "The Legend of Zhen Huan" that he had watched countless times and knew all the lines by heart. He also thought about An Lingrong's final ending and couldn't help but sigh: "Others traveled through time and became favorite concubines or empress dowagers, but why did I become cannon fodder when I came here?"

Yu Yang struggled to get up from the bed. Her body, which had not eaten for three days, protested violently. Her legs went weak and she fell to the ground again. She took a deep breath, crawled to the table, and slowly sat down on the stool while holding the table. Her back was already covered in cold sweat, and she poured herself a glass of water with trembling hands.

After a while, Aunt Xiao came back with a bowl of porridge and two side dishes. Yu Yang didn't bother to think about anything else. He took the chopsticks and started eating quickly.

Aunt Xiao was very happy to see this. "Miss, the selection will be held in five days. I see that you are well now and should be able to attend on time."

An Lingrong put down her elegant handkerchief and wiped the corner of her mouth with it. "Hmm," she said, then remembered something important. "By the way, Auntie, how much money do we have on us?"

From ancient times to the present, money is crucial when traveling!

"When we left home, the master gave us one hundred taels of silver, and the mistress secretly gave me the twenty taels of silver she had hidden away. After deducting the expenses for our journey and the money for the doctor to prescribe medicine, we now have more than eighty taels of silver left." Aunt Xiao said as she counted the money and placed the remaining silver on the table.

"Eighty taels is just a drop in the bucket." Thinking of the various expenses before and after entering the palace, Yu Yang felt like she was about to cry. In her previous life, she had not yet entered society. In the huge utopia of school, she never knew how to write the word "making money". When she had no money to spend, she only needed to make a phone call and she would receive the transfer immediately.

If you want to survive in this era, you have to find a way to make some money.

After dinner, An Lingrong, somewhat bored, rummaged through her belongings when her eyes suddenly lit up. These were handkerchiefs and sachets embroidered for her by her mother. They were authentic double-sided Suzhou embroidery. Mother Lin had added some flowers and plants to accommodate her daughter's age. Picking up a random handkerchief, she found a painting of bees playing with peach blossoms, their wings fluttering as if about to fly. An Lingrong stroked the delicate, densely packed peach petals, marveling at the wisdom of the ancients. In her previous life, these would have been true luxuries, beyond the reach of ordinary people.

It should fetch a good price here, too. An Lingrong picked up one piece and put it down again, back and forth a dozen times, finally selecting five pieces she didn't like so much, and planned to go to the embroidery workshop tomorrow to negotiate the price.