"Ouch..." Auntie Jiu couldn't help laughing. "My uncles, listen, this girl is so happy that I don't even know what year it is now. Uncles, please tell her, what year is it now?"
"Kangxi forty-seven years." Everyone was very cooperative and unanimous.
"Kang...xi...four...ten...seven...years? Huh..."
With that giggle, the soles of her feet softened, her eyes went dark, and she slammed to the bottom.
Let her faint, let her sleep, better let her die!
It's a pity that the sky didn't fulfill the wishes, and the fainting couldn't be worn back again, but when he woke up, he was already sitting in a trembling sedan chair.
The little dress on his body was gone, replaced by a flag dress that was wrapped from head to toe. When he touched his hand on his head, it was indeed combed into a flag head. Qingchuan still couldn't give up, and pinched the back of her hand fiercely. Suddenly, a sharp pain came, and the pain caused her to breathe a few breaths and tears were about to fall!
Mother, it's not a dream, it's really going through!
Goodness, although she likes watching Lord Er Yuehe's "Yongzheng Dynasty", she can be regarded as a fan of Yongzheng, but there is no need to just throw her into the Qing Dynasty, right? Moreover, he dropped directly to that dream fairy house, which is a brothel, okay
Everyone else wears it with soul, but she wears it with body;
Others wear noble families, but she wears brothels;
Someone else wore it as Miss Gege, and she wore it as an oiran.
The bad luck is not the wrong way, okay!
Qingchuan really wanted to cry bitterly while holding her mother, so she just wore it, but she was carried out at night when she was elected as the Oiran lady. Where is this going to get her? Isn't it a pick-up