Seventh Master, Madam didn't go back to the mansion today.

"Little Qiye!" Song Yitao woke up at home, gasping for breath, sweating profusely, and what caught her eyes was the smart home full of modern atmosphere.

Song's mother heard Song Yitao's exclamation, and quickly brought her a glass of water.Ever since she was discharged from the hospital, Song Yitao has always been groggy, obsessed with dreams, almost eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating.She might want to shut herself in the dream, because only in the dream can she see Xiao Qiye.

"Tao Tao. Are you having nightmares again?" The mother looked at her daughter who had lost a lot of weight, and touched her head in distress.

"Mom... I dreamed... Xiao Qiye died." Song Yitao's eyes were full of tears.

"These days, why do you always talk about Little Seventh Master Little Seventh Master? Who is Little Seventh Master?" Mother Song asked in confusion.

Song Yitao shook her head: "Mom, is my phone still missing?"

"No, you were sent back that day, and you didn't know where your phone and bag went. When you get better, let's just buy another one." Mother Song comforted.

The Filipino maid made Song Yitao her favorite bird's nest with milk in the past, and brought it in for her to put on the bedside.Song Yitao didn't want to eat anything, and after talking to her mother, she locked herself in the room, constantly recalling her strange past in her mind.

"Xiao Qiye... Is all this a dream, or is it real?" Song Yitao could no longer distinguish between reality and dream.

Song Yitao remembered that there was a computer in her father's study. She had been looking for her mobile phone for the past few days, but she forgot that she could look up the person in her dream online.

She ran barefoot to her father's study and turned on the computer, and entered the three words "Qi Yutao" online.

After a few seconds of response, the page appeared "A generation of emperor Qi Yutao. On June 6, the prime time will invite the descendants of the emperor to explain the story of this emperor."

Song Yitao stood up in shock, she flipped through excitedly, and there were indeed photos of Xiao Qiye, although they were all old photos with unclear pixels, but it was obvious that some of the photos were taken by her personally. Seven masters took it, and it has been preserved to this day!

Song Yitao stood up suddenly, this is not a dream!It's all true!

"Mom!!" Song Yitao ran to the yoga room on the third floor to find her mother, "Mom, where's the glass green bottle!" Song Yitao wanted to use the glass green bottle to travel back to find Xiao Qiye, anyway, she's cured now!

"Glass green bottle? The one that grandpa asked you to find? It's gone too." Mom wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said distressedly: "Tao Tao, what's wrong with you, tell mom, mom can help you find a solution?"

When Song Yitao heard the word "I don't see", she suffocated, put on a coat and ran out the door in shock.

Song Yitao went to her grandfather's cemetery and looked around, but she really didn't find the glass green bottle. Where did the modern glass green bottle go?Could it be that after she transmigrated, the glazed green bottle would disappear?

Song Yitao was very depressed. Although she knew all this was true, she couldn't go back through time.As she was walking, she suddenly remembered the old pagoda tree with the glass green bottle buried there. Although she didn't know who buried the glass green bottle back then, she decided to take a look.

Song Yitao took the car to Enyang Town, her grandfather's hometown, and found the old locust tree. She hurried over to have a look, and sure enough, there was a hole mark behind the old locust tree, which she threw out at that time, but that The pit is still there, but the glass green bottle is gone.

Song Yitao circled around the old locust tree, carefully observing everything here.The big courtyard here is no longer there, and only this big empty tree remains. Although she doesn't know what happened in the past few hundred years, she seems to be able to feel the little Qiye when she caresses this old locust tree. The presence.

She lowered her head in front of the old locust tree, looked at the ground, and thought: Huh?There are things buried behind the tree, will there be things buried in front of the tree?

Song Yitao still didn't give up, she wanted to dig out something more as if she had received some kind of enlightenment.

After digging and digging, she seemed to find another wooden box!

Song Yitao was overwhelmed with surprise, could it be that there is still a glass green bottle buried here? !

She took out the small box, and felt that the size didn't look like a glass bottle!She patted the soil on it and couldn't wait to open the box.

He even saw his mobile phone!There was also a thick yellow letter, Song Yitao couldn't wait to open it, it was written to him by Xiao Qiye, and he also put the rings of each of them in it.

Song Yitao opened the letter and read it silently: "My wife, Taotao, sees the words like faces. After a few days, it's hard to think about tea and rice, and ask the moon for wine. I hope that the heavens will show mercy, and I hope that the fate will not be broken. Qing found this box. Bring you Love things, store them carefully, think about people when you see things, and temporarily eliminate worries.

Tossing and turning for several days, black turns white, wishing to go with Qing.However, with the great cause of the family and the country on our shoulders, we must regroup and forge ahead.I will protect Liuli like my life, and I can protect the Song family for a hundred years.In a hurry, don't be afraid that we will meet again. I only hope that my wife, Taotao, will be safe and happy, and everything will go smoothly. Don't miss it.

"Tick-tock-"

Song Yitao's tears fell on the letter, and she couldn't restrain the sadness in her heart anymore, holding the letter and crying loudly.

After a long while, Song Yitao regained her breath, took out the cell phone in the box, and wiped away her tears. She had worked hard all her life in ancient times but hadn't turned on the cell phone. She can finally turn it on!

Song Yitao carefully put Xiao Qiye's letter in a box and took it away, then ran back crying.

When she got home, she was looking forward to connecting to the data cable. Although the mobile phone has been through hundreds of years, some parts have been rusted and damaged, but the tenacious mobile phone has gone through a hundred years, and it is still successfully charged!

"Drip." The phone turned on.

Song Yitao happily took her mobile phone and wanted to look up Xiao Qiye's deeds online again. She suddenly remembered something, opened the phone's photo album, and saw the familiar photo, Xiao Qiye, the only photo with herself!

Seeing this, Song Yitao couldn't hold back anymore, and cried again.

"Xiao Qiye..." She gently stroked the figure on the blurry photo. She really knew him, fell in love with an ancient man.

"Tao Tao, your uncle is here to see you, come down quickly and make a glass of water for third uncle." Mom called Song Yitao to go downstairs through the voice landline on the first floor.

The uncle is the elder in the family, and he is highly respected. He also knows some metaphysics. After his mother told him that Song Yitao seemed to have some dirty upper body, the uncle decided to visit her and exorcise her.

Song Yitao wiped away tears, put the phone aside, and ran downstairs to see his uncle.

"Uncle!" Unexpectedly, Song Yitao was more excited than the uncle, and ran over to grab the uncle, "Uncle! You came just in time, didn't you open the history museum? You must know a lot of stories about the past, right? I want to ask Let me ask you, the story of our family, about the glazed green bottle, and the prince who set up a street stall!"

"Why are you so interested in these all of a sudden?"

The uncle hadn't finished speaking yet, and was pulled over by Song's mother and whispered in his ear: "Do you think this child is abnormal? She used to be the least fond of reading! Ever since she was in a coma, she has been locked in the room every day, isn't she?" Talking to myself, I read with a pile of ancient books in my arms, and then I eat and sleep, and I can sleep twenty hours a day!"

The uncle smiled mysteriously, and grabbed Song Yitao's shoulder: "Son, since you want to know the story of your ancestors, I can tell you."

After finishing speaking, she turned her head to comfort Song Yitao's mother: "Sister-in-law, it's a good thing for a child to like history and literature, don't think too much about it."

Uncle sat on the sofa and drank a cup of tea: "Back then, Gu Yue and Daning fought again..."