The counterattack of the daughter of the time-traveling villain

Zhimo looked at the sky outside, it was gradually getting dark, and the person sent to pick up Zhiwei hadn't come back yet, so she was a little worried.

"Princess..." Qihe came in and said to Zhiyi: "The people in Changli Palace said that the second young lady and Concubine Su had a very happy conversation, so they will live in Changli Palace tonight."

Zhiyi stood up and asked incredulously: "Really, did Zhiwei say that?"

Qi He shook her head: "I don't know, that's what the people in their palace said."

It was already so late, as a minister's wife, it might not be good for her to enter the palace now.

"Then... let's pick up Zhiwei tomorrow morning."

"Princess, don't worry, the second lady will be fine, there is still Concubine Su." Qi He comforted her.

Zhiyi sat down and rubbed the center of her eyebrows, she seemed to be worried about Concubine Su.

Zhiwei had a dream. She dreamed of her own childhood. It was when she was nine years old. That day was the Lantern Festival. Her father took her, her sister and mother out to watch the lantern festival. She was naughty and playful with her family got separated.

She walked aimlessly on the road, looking at people coming and going in a daze.

"Father, mother, sister... where are you?" She realized that her relatives were not around, and she felt a sense of fear rising in her heart, and she began to cry.

She was walking while crying, and suddenly, she was tripped by someone, and her whole body was lying on the ground, even the candied haws in her hands were stained with dirt.

She stopped crying at this time, and got up by herself. She was afraid of patting the ashes on her body, and seeing that the candied haws were dirty, she threw it on the ground.

She turned around and saw a child who was slightly older than her leaning against the corner, her face was covered by disheveled hair, her face was obscured, her clothes were thin and torn, and the only thick padded jacket was also torn. The reeds inside.

Zhiwei went up and knelt down, stretched out her hand and patted her, "Hey, you... are you okay?"

Zhiwei called her several times before she moved her fingers. Zhiwei saw that her hands were exposed to the outside and were frozen blue.

At this time, the child suddenly woke up and grabbed her wrist with his backhand, startling Zhiwei.

The child asked her, "What are you doing?"

"I...are you okay?" Zhiwei asked her.

The child knew that Zhiwei was either rich or noble from the clothes she was wearing, not to mention, she also touched a silver bracelet on each of her two wrists.

"Are you a child of a rich family?"

Zhiwei didn't know what she meant, the next second, the child yanked her bracelet down, Zhiwei was hurt by her, and shouted: "Don't...don't, I hurt."

But the child didn't have much strength, he was out of breath after a while, and let go of Zhiwei, Zhiwei raised his hand and saw that his wrist was red.

"Second Miss!" The servants in the mansion found her, "Second Miss, why are you here? You are making the old lady anxious to death. Come back with us."

Zhiwei stood up, the servant patted the dust off her body, and pulled her away.Zhiwei turned her head to look at the child, and saw that although she was embarrassed, she was looking at them warily.

"Well, take her with you, and let's go home together."

"Miss, this..."

The child was also very surprised, Zhiwei insisted: "I'm going to take her back, hurry up."

A servant went up to help her up, but the child didn't even have the strength to stand up, so the servant had to carry her on his back.

After returning home, mother came up to hug her distressedly, and father scolded her a few words. After seeing the tattered little beggar behind her, he didn't know what to say.

It was Zhiwei and her parents who begged and took her to their room, where they had someone fetch water for her to wash up, and they also asked someone to prepare food for her.

Zhiwei didn't have a deep impression of the girl who washed up, but only remembered that she seemed to be very good-looking, and the vigilance in her eyes gradually turned into something she couldn't understand.

"What's your name?" Zhiwei asked her.

"My name is Xiaoqing." She heard the girl say this.

Xiao Qing was originally a beggar who wandered around, she said that if Zhiwei hadn't rescued her that day, she might have been frozen to death.

"My name is Liu Zhiwei." Zhiwei said to her with a smile, she was no longer afraid of facing her on the street.

Originally, it doesn't matter if there is another little girl in the house, Mrs. Liu originally planned to let her serve Zhiwei as a personal little girl in the future, but Xiao Qing refused, and she had to leave after a few days of living here.

"Are you leaving?" Zhiwei asked her.

"Correct."

"Will I ever see you again?"

Xiaoqing said to her with certainty: "Yes."

"Then..." Zhiwei turned her head to look around, and then looked at her body, "Then I'll give you this." Zhiwei took off a silver bracelet from her wrist and gave it to her. "If you have no money in the future, you can treat it as a souvenir, or keep it as a souvenir."

Xiaoqing took it, and looked down at the bracelet for a while. At that time, she really wanted to snatch Zhiwei's bracelet as a pawn, but now she wants to keep it safe. She held the bracelet in her hand and smiled at Zhiwei. , said: "Okay."

After she left, as Zhiwei grew up, the other bracelet on her wrist could no longer be worn, so she put it in her dressing box.

The older she gets, the more vague she will be about her past, and when she thinks about it later, she just laughs it off, and she no longer has the heart of her childhood.

The author has something to say: my sister... I don't know how to answer you!