The Reborn Noble Girl is Hard to Find

She laughed out loud: One for three, I earned it.

The back of the head was hit hard, and then the blade flashed and slashed straight at the back of her neck. She closed her eyes. This time, she might not be able to escape, so that's fine.

The breeze was three feet, the head fell to the ground, and hot blood splashed the grass.

It was another person who fell.

The burly man couldn't even see who it was, and his head was already in a different place. The rest of them made a gesture to attack, but they saw white shirts flicking among the galloping horses, and their movements were as fast as lightning. After a few sounds, the breeze was silent, and the surroundings were dead silent.

Han Yan slowly opened his eyes, and saw Fu Yunxi sitting on the horse, looking down at her. There was still a murderous look in his eyes that he hadn't had time to put away, as if he had been tainted with sin, fell into a demon, and always calm and reserved, but now he only had deep worries.

The sword in his hand was still dripping blood drop by drop, Han Yan squeezed out a smile, maybe he wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say, so he stretched out his hand: I'm fine. As soon as the words fell, his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

Fu Yunxi flew up, picked her up and returned to the horse, only to see that the woman who had always been able to handle everything with ease, was in a panic at the moment, but she was relieved from the bottom of her heart, and couldn't help hugging her even tighter.

Fortunately, still alive.

It was like having a long dream. In the dream, there were large expanses of blood. Countless people holding knives forced towards me. The sharp whispers filled my ears. When I looked up, the Zhou family of Zhuang Yushan was stern. The face was right in front of my eyes, my mother was lying on the bed dying, and the Seventh Prince waved his big hand, as if he wanted to order Zhuang Hanming to be beheaded. Han Ming half-kneeled on the ground. Han Yan found that her body seemed to be able to float up, and no one could see her. She wanted to grab something, but saw the corner of her clothes slipping through her fingertips, grabbing a piece of nothingness. Is she dead? Why do you see such a heartbreaking scene, nothing, so desperate.

If you die, there is really nothing left. Those loves, those hates, nothing will stay. At this time, it was as if there had never been a trace of her. She covered her face and burst into sobs.

But I feel that I am being accommodated in a warm embrace. Whose voice is so stable, as if it has magical power to disperse all terrible things, who is calling her name softly in my ear, one by one, gentle and firm: Zhuang Hanyan.

Fu Yunxi looked down at the girl who was holding on to her sleeve and didn't know what she was dreaming about. Tears kept flowing. He had never seen such a fragile Hanyan. His heart was somewhat complicated, and what was more, it was lost and found again. joy. I still remember the fact that the crown prince told him that Han Yan might be dead. It is easy to guess that what happened today was premeditated, and the purpose was to target the crown prince and destroy the Han Yan sister and brother by the way. But in order to protect the crown prince, Han Yan rushed out by himself, and fell into the hands of those Xirong people.

At that moment, almost his whole heart twitched with pain. For the first time, the calm and calm young man had the emotion of fear. I'm afraid of losing her, if I can't see that childish little face again, if I can't hear her softly shouting in a serious tone: My lord. If there is no such a mysterious girl in my life , how boring it should be. There are only three types of things in this world, one is what he doesn't want, the other is his, and the rest is Han Yan. The things he wants will naturally be presented eagerly, and the things he doesn't want will not be stained at all. But he wanted Hanyan, but it was not so easy.

Breaking down her defenses bit by bit, entering her heart bit by bit, thinking that he has full power to control everything, but he doesn't know who is the one who fell in the end?

Han Yan in his sleep grabbed his sleeve, with a dependent and weak expression, he thought of the moment he saw Han Yan, the blood-stained girl knelt down on the ground, holding a bright knife in one hand, brighter than the blade, It's her eyes. The surrounding blood was one after another, and the tragedy could be seen at a glance. There was a smile on her lips, but her eyes were sad and desperate.

It's hard to imagine that a girl will have such eyes, as if she has experienced all the sufferings in this world, and only the meaninglessness of mocking the world is left. He only felt that his heart ached so badly, it was the first time he had killed someone so irrationally. In fact, it should be left alive to interrogate the mastermind behind the scenes, but he didn't want to do that. Firstly, he would know who the person behind the scene was even without interrogation. More importantly, no one in this world could touch her in the slightest.

They hurt her and couldn't live.

Fu Yunxi stretched out a hand to hold her soft barley. From the beginning when she became interested in her, to later wanting to protect her from harm, and now to being so nervous about Han Yan, it is He has always been cold, so he should understand that he likes this little girl. For ordinary people, the word like is nothing, but for Fu Yunxi, Zhuang Hanyan is the first to like a woman for so many years, except for his mother and concubine.

He bent down, and lightly touched Hanyan's forehead with his cold lips. Han Yan's brows relaxed a little, and he watched quietly, with a hint of warmth in his eyes.

I don't know how long I slept, but when Han Yan woke up, it was already the next morning. Ji Lan was sleeping beside her bed, Han Yan moved her body, and when Shu Hong, who was twisting the handkerchief, saw her, she was pleasantly surprised: Miss!

Han Yan frowned: Why are you up? Shu Hong's injury is still not healed, how can she come out to serve others.

Ji Lan also woke up, seeing Han Yan wake up, she immediately shed tears, and said with a smile: Miss is definitely awake.

Shu Hong also came over and held Han Yan's hand: Miss, miss, don't scare the servants like this in the future, it's so dangerous, if something goes wrong... Shu Hong has always been calm, and at this moment she is also full of tears. Who doesn't know, yesterday I was staying in the mansion well, and suddenly I heard the maid in the front yard say that something happened to the Spring Festival, she felt a little uneasy at first, but she didn't expect that Ji Lan would be sent back after a while , At the same time, I learned the news that Hanyan was missing. The two maids were in a hurry in the mansion, and they were ordered not to leave the mansion during the critical period, and Ji Lan had a big fight with the prince's personal guard. Later, the prince came back on horseback, hugged Hanyan covered in blood, and said Xuanwu Taiyi as soon as he entered the mansion, and everyone was terrified. Ji Lan and Shu Hong were even more scared out of their wits. They had never seen Han Yan shed so much blood, his body was full of stab wounds, and he was comatose in the arms of the prince, as if he was going to sleep forever.

The imperial doctor came quickly, bandaged Han Yan's wound, and told him to take good care of it. Ji Lan and Shu Hong were really worried and begged for a long time before agreeing to take care of Han Yan.

Han Yan smiled: It's all right, where is the prince?