Back then, her child was still in her infancy, but her smart eyes were the only thing she missed about her when she returned to her dreams at midnight for so many years.

Eighteen years have passed.

If her child is still alive, he will probably grow up.

It will also be such a graceful girl’s home.

She was born in March when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, but she was not lucky enough to live until the second season when the peach blossoms were in full bloom.

"Xian'er!" Xi Yalan looked at the person in front of her, and her heart suddenly felt cramped.

She staggered back, grabbing the clothes on her chest tightly with one hand, her legs softened, and she slowly fell back.

Xia Qianqian, with quick eyes and quick hands, helped her up and they both fell to the ground.

"Madam!" Xia Qianqian called softly.

"I..." Xi Yalan was heartbroken and opened her mouth to speak, but tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

Xia Qianqian reached out to take a pulse and paused for a moment.

This lady suffered an acute myocardial infarction at such a young age.

Without time to think about it, she lightly pressed the switch of the Ruyi Bracelet, and a bottle of pain relief appeared in her palm.

Opening the bottle cap, pouring out two pills, she calmly explained: "Madam, you have a heart attack. Quickly, put these pills under your tongue."

Xi Yalan wanted to refuse at first, but couldn't bear her earnest gaze. She slowly opened her mouth, and a bitter taste instantly spread under her tongue.

Xia Qianqian did not move her, let her head rest on her lap, and said warmly: "Madam, I just took your pulse. You think too much, and it will take many years to have a sudden myocardial infarction."

As the medicine spreads in the mouth, the pain in the precordial area dissipates little by little.

Xi Yalan took a breath and said slowly: "This is an old problem of mine."

Her tone clearly softened a bit.

"Where does Madam live? I'll take you back to rest!" Xia Qianqian still put a hand on her pulse to check if her heart rate had returned to normal.

"I live here. There is a wing on the right front."

"I'm holding you up, can you get up?"

"Okay!"

Xia Qianqian helped her lady up and walked forward along the path she designated.

Sure enough, there is a courtyard hidden among the peach trees.

Opening the door, you will find beds, tables, and chairs all in the room.

Every piece of furniture has the luxurious color of mahogany, which makes people speechless.

Xia Qianqian helped her to the bed and laid her down, then went to the table to pour a glass of water and handed it to her, "Madam, have a drink of water!"

Xi Yalan looked at the person in front of her, took the cup, took a sip of water, and slowly said: "How old are you?"

"I am eighteen years old."

An eighteen-year-old girl turns out to look like this!

Xi Yalan looked dazed, "Do you know medical skills?"

"Well, I learned some medical skills from my father when I was young."

"Why do you want to study here again at this age?" The noble girls in the capital usually get engaged when they are around ten years old. Once they reach hair age, they all get married.

She came to school at the age of eighteen, and she is quite unique among children in their early teens.

Xia Qianqian smiled innocently, "As the ancients said, you have to live long enough to learn. When I grew up, I found that when I used the books, I regretted the lack of them, so I enrolled in school again, hoping to learn more from my husband."

This child is quite eager to learn.

Whatever she asked, Xia Qianqian answered truthfully.

For some reason, Xi Yalan felt an inexplicable affinity for this child.

Perhaps the comb she got from her at the market that day had a mark that resembled her daughter's.

Today, she accidentally ran into Nianxianyuan again and rescued her.

Xi Yalan's eyes softened a bit when she looked at her.

Xia Qianqian felt embarrassed at being stared at, "Madam, do you live alone? Do you need me to go out and call someone to accompany you?"

"No, Grandma Rong will be here in a minute."

"Oh!" Xia Qianqian rubbed her hands nervously, "Then I'll leave first."

"Child," she just turned around and walked to the door when someone behind her called out, "If you are free during the day, can you come and chat with me?"

Xia Qianqian looked slightly surprised, but when she thought of the small grave under the peach tree, she changed her words: "Okay. Madam, do you like sweets?"

"I like it!"

"Tomorrow, I will make delicious food and bring it to you."

"Hmm!"

Xia Qianqian went out, turned around, closed the door, and walked out quickly.

The pink figure came out of Nianxianyuan, followed the path, and returned to the front yard.

In the corner, someone whispered: "Do you see clearly?"

"It's Xia Qianqian, she ran out of the forbidden area."

"Go and tell Mr. Zhu quickly."

"Let's go!"

Xia Qianqian came out of the backyard but couldn't find the cuttlefish. She also ran to a strange place and met strange people.

How could Nianxian College set up a separate place for a woman to live and allow a tomb to exist?

I heard that the dean is an old man. Could that person be the dean’s wife? Unfortunately, their child died young.

Xia Qianqian went through countless scenes of bloody dramas in her mind, leaving her confused and unable to understand them.

For lunch, she went to make an appointment with Yuan Bao and sat with him at the stone table under the peach tree.

There are no classes this afternoon, just a completely free class.

A group of female disciples gathered together, reading, painting, and even gathered in twos and threes to talk about the gossip in the courtyard.

No matter how young a woman is, the focus of gossip cannot be separated from the topic of men.

In the eyes of these little ones, the talented Mr. Mo was naturally the focus of their conversation.

Over and over again, they were just talking about whether he was married, whether he had someone he liked, and who could win his heart in the future.

After talking for a long time, they mentioned the storybook "The Legend of the New White Snake".

Many people were upset. White Snake first met Xu Xian in the West Lake, and then met Xu Xian by chance on the West Lake. What is the next step?

Some people began to worry about when the writer would be able to write the following.

Some people also exclaimed that if the following text is so touching, the person who wrote it must be a fool, how could he write it so easily?

After they talked like this, Xia Qianqian realized that she had been busy with school recently and hadn't been to Juwang Building for a while.

When we made an agreement with Shopkeeper Qiao, we only gave him the complete manuscript of "Journey to the West", and only the first few drafts of "The Legend of the White Snake".

Since it is so popular, she can continue writing.

Xia Qianqian spread out the paper on the desktop, took up the pen, and began to write the text.

The students in the classroom did not know her. Everyone saw her writing, but no one came to check. By the time school ended in the afternoon, she had written five large pieces.

My wrist is sore.

Xia Qianqian put down her pen, sorted the papers, put them into her backpack, picked them up, and went to the flower class to look for ingots.

The two of them had just left the college gate and walked a short distance away when they met Hu Tang.

After not seeing him for two days, he looked a little haggard, and his eyes looked a little absent-minded.

Yuan Bao recognized him and called out, "Brother Hu."
Chapter completed!