Chapter 1

Zhu Jia, the most powerful family in Jiangcheng, has been very busy recently.

Zhu Xiangxiang was hospitalized in a car accident and was in urgent need of blood transfusion. No one in her family matched her blood type.

Zhu's wife Lin Qing invited a private detective to investigate. It turned out that 16 years ago, before Zhu's family became prosperous, Lin Qing gave birth in the small town health center and was held by a nurse. Under the wrong circumstances, he changed the fate of the two children.

Zhu Xiangxiang has become the daughter of a rich family, and the real daughter lives in the countryside.

When the story in the play book became true, the spectators sighed and wished Xiangxiang a good life. There was only pity for the poor real daughter.

Today is the day for a real daughter to come to the door.

There are many spectators in the river city. It's really hard to get into the elegant hall because of the thousands of gold living in the countryside.

Zhu Xiangxiang, known as the first famous lady in Jiangcheng, admires countless young talents, but they are lofty, arrogant and despised by all. Many famous ladies in Jiangcheng are jealous. Now the Phoenix came out of the chicken nest and can't be ridiculed to death when they get the opportunity.

Therefore, under the publicity of these celebrities who are not too busy to watch the excitement, the real and fake daughter of Zhu family is making a lot of noise, and even the entertainment sector has spent a large area of coverage.

There was a sports car parked beside the flower bed opposite the qujia villa. In the car sat three fashionable girls. A woman with wavy curly hair and red lips in the driver's seat took off the sunglasses on the bridge of the nose with one hand, played with the SLR camera with the other hand, hooked her lips and said with a smile: "I wish Xiangxiang can't sit still now."

"Yes, she used to be arrogant because she was the daughter of Zhu family. Now she prays that Zhu family won't drive her out." Li Jiaojiao gloated.

The girl on the co pilot frowned and said, "but I heard that the real daughter of the Zhu family grew up in a nunnery. She has no knowledge and education. Can she fight Zhu Xiang with such a deep mind?"

Li Jiaojiao gave her a white look: "isn't there still us? Everything is easy when the money is in place. As long as I can make Zhu Xiangxiang eat flat, I will spare no effort."

She has been chasing the male god for a year. As soon as she got her hand, Zhu Xiangxiang hooked her finger and took the man away. Li Jiaojiao hates her most among all.

Zhao Zhen glanced at the rearview mirror: "here it is."

In the blink of an eye, a black car stopped at the gate of the villa. The driver came down and opened the back door.

Zhao Zhen holds the SLR and the car stops diagonally in front of the gate, so he can only see the silhouette on one side.

I saw a tall and thin figure walking down from the car. Wearing a brown Ziyi, it looked like a willow in the wind. It looked thinner and slender.

The girl wears a nun's appearance, can't see her face clearly, has a straight shoulder and back, and her steps are slow, like a summer breeze. Only her back gives people a cool and quiet feeling.

Zhao Zhen "KaKa" took several pictures, and the other party's figure had not been seen in the door. She stared at the slender back in the SLR and fell into meditation.

Sun Qingqing murmured, "my God, what a nun..."

Li Jiaojiao rubbed her hands excitedly: "a good play is coming, but it's a pity that she can't get into Zhu's house, otherwise the live broadcast must be very interesting."

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Zhu's living room, Zhu's relatives, big and small, are here, waiting to see this real daughter.

I wish the old lady to sit in the main seat, followed by Wen Tao and Lin Qing, followed by Aunt Zhu Wenjie and her daughter Zhou Ying. Lin Qing sits next to Zhu Xiang.

Zhou Ying secretly looked at Zhu Xiangxiang. She saw the girl wearing a slim white sweater embroidered with silver canglan, a camel colored suspender skirt, long hair and shawl. She had a beautiful appearance and folded her hands on her lower abdomen. She was elegant, dignified and generous. She was the first lady.

Even at this time, there was still no panic and cramped on her face, as if what was coming was not the thorn in the eye that robbed her golden position, but an ordinary guest.

Zhou Ying secretly brushed her lips. When the real daughter comes, I think you can calm down.

Uncle Wen, the housekeeper, came in and said, "here comes the young lady."

In the blink of an eye, the whole hall fell on the door.

Although it has long been rumored that thousands of gold are good at the temple and nunnery, everyone still has a subtle feeling when they really see a girl wearing Zi clothes and monk hats.

When Lin Qing saw his own daughter, he was not excited at all. Instead, he frowned.

The old lady smiled and waved: "Grandma's eyes are blurred. She can't see clearly. Come to grandma."

When the girl came near, the old lady took her hand and looked at it carefully. The more she looked, the more satisfied she was: "she's really handsome. What's her name?"

"Bright mirror." The sound is like a yellow warbler, gentle and quiet.

"Good boy, you were wronged before. Since then, you are a member of this family. Who dares to bully you and tell Grandma that grandma will never forgive you." Words fall, eyes scan a circle, implied awe.

The old lady is very dignified in Zhu's family. What she said is the imperial edict. This real daughter has won the old lady's favor and won't be too sad in the future.

"Xiangxiang." The old lady spoke.

Zhu Xiangxiang, who had been silent, stood up and came with a gentle and dignified smile on his face.

Lin Qing looks at Zhu Xiang anxiously.

"No matter whether it's true or false, you and Mingjing are the daughter of my family. I won't favor one over the other. I'll give Mingjing to you later. You're my sister. You should take care of her more, you know?"

Zhu Xiangxiang said softly, "I see, grandma."

Turning his head, he took Mingjing's hand and said with a gentle smile, "Mingjing, I'm Xiangxiang. You can call me sister or my name. I'll take you to recognize our relatives."

Her attitude is natural, not too rigid, but also intimate, giving people a comfortable spring breeze.

Mingjing followed her one by one. Relatives boasted and handed a red envelope, which was regarded as a gift for the children.

When it was Zhu Wenjie's turn, she stuffed a thick red envelope and said with a warm smile, "I thought Xiangxiang didn't look like my sister-in-law before. Now I know the reason when I saw the mirror. It was really mother and daughter. It was carved in a mold."

Lin Qing's gloomy face was as black as the bottom of the pot for a moment, and glared at Wen Jie.

Zhu Wenjie is happy to let Lin Qing eat flat.

In fact, Mingjing doesn't look like Zhu Wenjie at all. If it weren't for the DNA identification results, she must think the private detective was fooling people.

"Cousin, you grew up in a nunnery. Are you bored? By the way, cousin, did you go to school? Know a few words?" Zhou Ying asked innocently.

Not to mention that Lin Qing's face was so cloudy that she dropped water. Even the old lady's face was not very good-looking. She stared at Zhou Ying, "Yingying."

Zhu Xiangxiang was about to open her mouth to extricate herself from the siege. The silent mirror opened her mouth. She twisted the Buddha beads in one hand. The beads were round and bright. They supported the traces of years, and there was an inexplicable harmony on the girl's green fingertips.

"Thanks to master's love, I have taught me to learn calligraphy since I was a child. I have no great talent, but I won't laugh and be generous. As for going to school, the nunnery is poor, and I have no chance to go to school."

The wording is elegant and exquisite. It doesn't look like you haven't read a book.

Look at the girl, her skin is white than snow, her eyebrows are like a distant mountain, her nose is like jade, and her lips are like Zhu. As she said, the nunnery is bitter, she has no two or two flesh all over, and her cheeks are as thin as jade, which adds a little affection to her.

However, the most outstanding thing in her body is her eyes, which are as quiet as a secluded pool, without waves and waves, like the compassionate Guanyin venerable on the great compassion altar. There are all sentient beings in her eyes, and the Savior is free from suffering.

For a moment, Zhou Ying almost knelt down and worshipped.

"Poor my beautiful niece, how much suffering she has suffered since she was a child. Unlike Xiangxiang, she went to the best noble school since she was a child. She eats and wears famous brands, learns piano and dances. If she is not held wrong, you will be the first lady in Jiangzhou now."

Zhu Wenjie provoked every word for fear that they couldn't fight.

Zhu Xiangxiang said with a smile, "aunt, it's so far. It's meaningless to say more. I'll make up for the mirror in the future."

It was Lin Qing's turn. She put the jade bracelet she had worn on her wrist for many years on the wrist of the mirror and said hard, "listen to your sister in the future, this is your home."

Mingjing's wrist is very thin. The jade bracelet is not suitable at all. It's easy to fall off with a little action. I don't know whether Lin Qing's move is intentional or unintentional.

The mirror rubbed the warm and cool jade bracelet with her fingers and gently lowered her eyes: "thank you, mother."

Lin Qing choked, "won't you call Mom?" It's not feudal society. It's so strange.

Zhu Wentao waved his hand: "the child has just come back. Don't push so hard."

He didn't expect this daughter before. He didn't want to see a real person. He had a good impression. He was better than Zhu's family, and his character was not arrogant and impetuous. He would be well trained in the future and wouldn't be worse than Xiangxiang.

"By the way, there is another brother shaodan, one year younger than us. He is very playful and can't stay at home all day. I'll introduce him to you when he comes back.

After the recognition, the relatives left one by one.

Lin Qing looked at the Ziyi on Mingjing and frowned: "it's really unlucky, Xiangxiang. First change your clothes for her. Tomorrow, take her to the mall to buy some clothes, what to wear, and your monk's hat. If you don't have hair, wear a wig."

Mingjing didn't say much. He followed Zhu Xiangxiang upstairs.

"You are her real mother. As soon as the child comes back, he can't talk well and scare the child again." Grandma Zhu scolded.

"Mom, look at her clothes. I can't afford to lose this man anyway."

"Is this what the child can choose? Knowing that the child's life is bad, you should prepare your clothes in advance and pick her up in person. If you haven't raised her for a day, what qualifications do you have to dislike her? I think your attitude is to let others see jokes."

Lin Qing was speechless.

Grandma Zhu snorted, "besides, at that station, I don't think she's any worse than the Xiangxiang you brought out yourself. It's your own daughter. You can serve dessert." Then he went back to his room with a crutch.

Upstairs, the mirror changed his clothes from the cloakroom. Standing in front of the French window, Zhu Xiangxiang turned his head and his pupils shrank subconsciously.

The mood at the bottom of my eyes was fleeting. I walked up as if nothing had happened. "You are taller than me. Your skirt is a little short, but it's very nice."

This is true. The mirror is tall and thin, comparable to supermodels and proper clothes shelves.

Mingjing folded Zi's clothes neatly, took off the monk's hat and put it together. Staring at the back of her round head, Zhu Xiangxiang thought that she never knew that a bald head could look so good.

The mirror room is in the innermost room on the second floor, which is no better than Zhu Xiangxiang's bathroom with landing balcony and cloakroom. The guest room is temporarily changed, with independent bathroom. It is cold like a model room. Some girls' daily necessities and five sanitary napkins are prepared. I have to say that the people who prepare these are very careful.

"I live next door. If you need to tell me, you have a rest first and have a family dinner at seven in the evening." Zhu Xiangxiang said that and left.

When the mirror came, there was nothing to do, so there was nothing to clean up.

Sitting cross legged on the bed and meditating, he practiced his homework silently. The mirror murmured, "monks don't lie. There is a reason for things. Please forgive the disciples."

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