They both wear the same soul

Concubine Wang Xu's ancestral home is Luoyang.

"My wife has been feeling unwell recently, so I have to rest early, so I can't come to meet my mother in person." Wang Xiucai saluted the woman.

The woman glanced at it and was very satisfied: "It's better to have an heir for the Wang family as soon as possible. How is your homework these days?"

Wang Xiucai sat opposite his mother and answered them one by one.

There was a woman sleeping in the east room of the yard, she got up lazily, feeling like a dream, looking around, she felt that her body was vain.

Is that really the future Central Plains?

Xu Wanqing was cautious and cautious in every way, she thought for a long time before replying to the note, guessing, maybe she had the same dream with others, each performing her duties in another body.She is in the morning, that person is in the afternoon, and the original owner is the next day, so the three of them are in one body, it is ridiculous to think about it.

He shook his head, but the sense of reality couldn't be shaken off.

Looking down at his feet, which were tightly wrapped and delicate, he was sure that he was back in his body.

"Why did you wake up so late? My mother came and told me to embarrass me. You have only been married for half a year and don't take your mother seriously. You are still asleep, and you can't wake up even if you push—" Wang Xiucai hurriedly lifted the curtain When he came in, seeing her still leaning on the couch, he was even more angry, and complained that her stomach didn't move, that she always slept these days, that he didn't light the lamp for him when he was reading, and so on.

Xu Wanqing listened quietly, and nodded: "It's all for wives, right? They will be changed in the future, but—"

"It's just what? I'm your husband, it's your god. Listen to what I say."

She got up and bowed to one side, and straightened his hat for him.

Going from house to house, my mother-in-law hasn't left yet. When I see her, I can't avoid a lesson and set up rules.

Pointing to a row of blue bricks under the eaves, he told her to stand upright on it. After teaching the female commandments and female scriptures, he told her to stand there for three hours.

"The rules of the ancestors cannot be broken. When the mother-in-law comes, she has to go first. No matter how unwell, what's the point of sleeping in the house?"

"Mother is right." She replied humbly, watched the woman get into the sedan chair and went out, and she stood under the eaves for three hours.

The little maid who was bought not long ago was too young, much younger than the girl she was attached to when her soul was wandering, with a childish face, she asked ignorantly: "Since she is gone, why is the young mistress standing here? Standing for an hour she I don't know."

"Who do you think told me to stand here? It wasn't my mother. I made a mistake and I was punished naturally. If I was lazy, I would be even more guilty." She answered with a smile, her toes hurt and she could hardly stand, but she gritted her teeth and held on.

The little maid came over and put her head together: "Give some support to the young mistress, I'm a crutch!"

The soft strands of hair in her hands made her feel kind, and with just a light touch, she couldn't bear to let her suffer under the scorching sun here with him, so she sent her to fetch water from the well.

"There's a lot of water." The little maid showed her a bucket full of water from a distance, "Young Mistress is thirsty? I'll go get herbal tea."

"It's good to just wait in the study, everything should be done according to my husband's will, don't worry about me."

But the little maid still brought her herbal tea and stepped on the stool to wipe the perspiration from her forehead, she said eagerly: "Go and see the young master, there is no one to serve you right now, and you can't read well."

The little servant girl died, and she was left to stand for three hours to go back, her legs were numb and she could hardly stand.

Staggering back to the room, she rubbed her legs and rested in the east room after waiting for Wang Xiucai to fall asleep.

"Young mistress fell into a deep sleep a few days ago, and she couldn't even cry out in the morning. It was fine yesterday, but it's not good again today." The little maid sat with her.

"These days it is easy to suffer from the wind and cold, and you can wear more clothes in the spring and autumn." She gently stopped talking, as if answering the little maid again.

Sure enough, the little maid sneezed all of a sudden, as if confirming her words.

"Look, go and rest, the young master is going out tomorrow, get up early to take care of him, don't forget."

Sitting alone in the house, because of the need to be diligent and thrifty, he did not light the lamp, but only used the moonlight to look at his hands, still as if falling into a dream.

She liked the dream, but it was novel and unsuitable. She dealt with it cautiously but it also brought troubles, but it was quite free there. The private school where men and women shared the same room was indecent but interesting, and the clothes were novel but also interesting. Easy to do -

It is not uncommon for women to study, and I have seen many female gentlemen, all of them are better than men.

I'm afraid this dream is too absurd. Is it because I deviate from the scriptures in my heart and imagine this Taoyuan world?That should never be the case.

It is said that it is a dream, and it is absolutely impossible for it to be three times in a row, every other day, each with its own pattern, and until later on, I can roughly guess when I will sink into the dream.

Recalling the rumors in the old days, and seeing the sayings in ghost novels, she guessed that she might be possessed by an evil spirit, and her soul wandered out of the sky at night, going to a fairyland-like realm.

The man asked: who are you?

She more or less knew that this might also be someone from that strange world, but after thinking about it carefully, it was probably Zhang Xu.

When I woke up again this time, I was alone again, without a husband by my side, and the quilt was cold and hard.She struggled to identify the... wall clock on the wall?Thinking carefully about the few Arabic numerals she had learned, she confirmed the time.

Before she was late, she put on novel clothes, looked in the mirror again, and breathed out only after she was convinced that she had turned into Zhang Xu again.

While folding the quilt, there was an extra line of writing in the notebook under the pillow, which was simpler than the ones she knew, and she could barely read:

Shang Yi.You inquire about me, and play ancient and modern dramas in front of me?Where is the real body? See you at Room 4, Block A, Xieyu Building, Pingdu, at 10 noon on April 12.

Shang Yi.

The third person in the body.

Maybe it came earlier than myself.

The man believed that he was lying to him, and it was not known whether it was a man or a woman. She couldn't easily meet a strange man, so she had to put away her notebook, carry her schoolbag and go to class.

She also knows now that this is probably a bigger private school, and it is a good thing that some children who should have gone out to make a living are still studying.She also knew that Zhang Xu himself was older and had little contact with these children.

She is an outsider, so naturally she can't disturb the life of the original owner too much, and she is more careful in every step.

During class, when the teacher woke up to study, she bowed her head when she saw that other students could not stand up, so she bowed her head too.

In physical education class, a girl with braided shofars came to meet her. She was stronger than the men in this class. She worked very hard in her studies. I helped her buy pens and inks earlier.

"Jump the rubber band with us, come—"

She was dragged away involuntarily, and after a rock-paper-scissors lesson, she was arranged to hold a rubber band.

It seems that a long, long time ago when I was young, there were some games that were roughly the same.

But when grandma came that day, when she killed the chicken and let the blood out, her companions alienated her, knowing that "bad things were coming" to her.

Fold the instep firmly and tie it tightly tightly.The mother wept and tried to untie it secretly for her, but was severely scolded.

Since then, she has been at home every day, waiting for her relatives to come to her door, looked at her feet, and said in amazement: "This girl can marry a good man!"

Jumping rubber band, she doesn't remember how to play.

After one round, it was her turn to jump the rubber band, following carefully behind the braid.Now, she has a pair of big feet, and it is fine to run and jump with her, but it seems that there are two invisible foot wraps entangled her, and the left foot trips the right foot, which is still not very effective.

Fortunately, this body probably has memory, and she barely learned it without losing the chain.

Very happy.

The little girls had played rubber bands, and then they came to play sandbags, and men and women mixed together to play sandbags. She said that she relieved herself and left the crowd.

If the husband knew that she was playing with a group of children outside, he might scold her again.

She cautiously took out "Three Hundred Poems of the Tang Dynasty" from her pocket, compared them word by word, and continued the unfinished commentary.

The books here are read sideways, which is quite uncomfortable, but she likes to read, so she quickly learns to understand and makes some short comments on the books.

In the middle of the book, on her unfinished note, she drew two big bastards.

How can you treat books like this?She was rarely angry, and her hands trembled as she held the precious book.

Thinking about it, it might be Zhang Xu, or it might be Shang Yi.

Zhang Xu is also a student, so he would not treat the paper with words like this. If he thinks about it this way, he can only be Shang Yi, whom he has neither seen nor understood.

Going back angrily wrote in the notebook:

□□ Sven!Shouldn't!

I wanted to write an essay, but I remembered that my husband said that a woman's lack of talent is virtue, and the husband and wife are both literati. If she writes well, won't she want to ride on his head?From now on, don't write that article!

She retracted her hand in fright, but couldn't help but feel sad, and added a line of fine print:

How can a turtle be cheap?Are books cheap?It can be seen that Shang Jun is shallow and short-sighted by insulting the book with a tortoise.

She reprimanded like this, and she was afraid that she would blame the wrong person, so she added small words:

Zhang Jun should also regard books as treasures and cherish them.

The two bastards in "Three Hundred Poems of the Tang Dynasty" could not be washed out, and two pages were blocked.

She was heartbroken, and waited until she returned to her body, and secretly touched the books secretly hidden in the dowry, making sure that they were still there, before closing the box with confidence.

The author has something to say:

Bookworm Xu Wanqing.

After she gets familiar with the modern situation, she will consider meeting Shang Yi.