If life could be repeated

When looking at Lu Ajiu dressed as a heroic Mu Guiying, Shao Yixuan suddenly felt a sense of turmoil, although the gongs and drums were noisy and the surroundings were noisy, but Shao Yixuan only had her in his heart and eyes, this different woman.

People say that love is predestined, and when you fall in love with a person, you originally have to look at the eye. Some people, once they get into their eyes, they also enter their hearts.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Ajiu bowed to the audience, which aroused the applause of countless fans.

When Lu Ajiu was about to leave, he threw another glance at Shao Yixuan.

The corners of Shao Yixuan's mouth lifted a subtle laugh line.

Lu Ajiu returned to the backstage of the theater and began to remove her makeup, and then she changed into a lighter black cardigan jacket and black cotton pants and black cloth shoes according to the agreement with Hu Mei, and walked through the crowded front yard, because today is the old lady's birthday, guests and servants come and go, and the housekeepers and Zhuang Ding in the Overseer's Mansion will inevitably not be able to see it.

It's noticeably quieter than the front yard.

This backyard has always been the living place of the overseer's ladies, and a small two-story building on the east side is the old lady's bedroom.

There is a separate bungalow opposite the small building, which is said to be the treasure cabinet in the Overseer's Palace, which is heavily guarded on weekdays, and today there are also two strong Zhuang Ding in the palace, and they also hold a spear in their hands.

Looking at it like this, it doesn't seem to be easy to get into.

This couldn't stop Lu Ajiu, she glanced left and right, quickly walked around the back wall of this bungalow, gently kicked the wall with her toes, jumped up, and hung upside down on the eaves like a harrier turning over, her fingers were slightly saliva, slowly wetting the window paper, and then gently poked a small hole.

This Overseer's Mansion is not the current bungalow, but the old mansion in the past, and the windows are not glass windows, but the kind that is pasted with a layer of window paper, and Lu Ajiu can easily see the situation in the house through the small hole in the window paper that she pierced.

There was no one in the room, only a dozen Bogu shelves, a large glass cabinet, a delicate Western clock, a sandalwood table, and two antique wooden chairs. In addition, there are ceramic vases, celadon bowls, lifelike white jade horses, glazed open bottles, jade handicrafts, celebrity calligraphy and paintings, and so on.

Lu Ajiu's eyes slipped around the room, and finally found a bronze pot on a Bogu shelf near the door on the west side, the style was extremely ordinary, gourd shaped, and there was a little oxidized rust, I don't know if it was because it was not taken care of from time to time, or it was like this.

Amidst the array of treasures, this bronze pot does not look brilliant.

But Lu Ajiu knew intuitively that this was exactly the bronze pot that Hu Mei wanted.

Lu Ajiu's figure fell to the ground like a cat, landed in front of the window, gently opened a window that was hidden, pressed the window sill with his left hand, jumped in from the window, and walked towards the door between the passages vacated by Bogu on both sides.

His hand stretched out and touched the bronze pot, but just as he was about to take it off, he heard a voice from outside the door: "Is everything normal in the Treasure Pavilion?

The person who spoke was none other than Shao Yixuan.

One of the two bankers shook his head: "No." Rest assured, Overseer, we will not leave even a step here. "

Shao Yixuan said: "That's good, there are things in it that my grandmother is quite fond of, don't let the thieves sneak in and steal that thing." "

Lu Ajiu took the bronze kettle, and she wanted to leave quietly quickly, but when she turned around, she was stunned.

Because, she found a painting.

It was a portrait hanging on the wall above a coral tree in the right corner.

It is a woman, the same age as Lu Ajiu, wearing a pink jacket, a black cloth skirt, her hair is tied into a ponytail, her sideburns are wearing a gorgeous begonia flower, and she is holding a pipa in her arms.

Lu Ajiu knew that the woman was none other than herself.

No, it should be said that it is the self before rebirth.