The Reborn Noble Girl is Hard to Find

Han Yan's eyes widened suddenly, twelve years old! The nightmare at the age of twelve reappeared in front of his eyes, and he actually found out... How would he think of himself? Han Yan's heart was ashamed, and two lines of clear tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

Zhuang Yushan was very happy to see her in despair, and smiled more cheerfully: My sister doesn't have to worry about my father. My father would rather lose a daughter than lose this marriage. What's more, my father has never liked my sister. Otherwise, how could you let your mother get rid of the Wang family?

Mother! Mother was killed? !

Zhuang Yushan giggled: My younger sister doesn't know about it, but it's no wonder that Zhuang Hanyan only embroiders and plays the piano in the house, and doesn't leave the house all year round. The wives don't know that there is such a person in our house. She raised her hand Holding a cup, she leaned closer: For a person who can't even remember his face, what's the problem if he dies on the wedding night? Maybe, in the eyes of the wives, the concubine is the dignified daughter-in-law!

Han Yan's face was pale, and she trembled all over. She thought that her happy life was actually a huge conspiracy. Mother Chen screamed miserably, and Hanyan realized that she had never seen Mother Chen since Zhuang Yushan came in. Could it be... She felt a chill in her heart, and stared at Zhuang Yushan in disbelief.

But Zhuang Yushan went to Ji Lan and Shu Hong: I see that these two girls are loyal and good-looking. Today, the guards who watch the night are probably exhausted. Let these two girls play for them. Tomorrow Let your master and servant meet each other early in the morning.

Ji Lan and Shu Hong were maidservants left by her mother, who had been her sisters since they were young, and they died because of her, and ended up like this! Her good sister! Good stepmother!

Zhuang Yushan seemed to be tired at last, he knelt down and pinched her chin, and poured the wine in his hand down her throat.

Deadly poisonous poison, see blood seal throat. Han Yan only felt a sweetness in his throat, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

It's her fault! It's because she doesn't know people clearly and recognizes a thief as her father! It was because she was too naive that she treated her stepmother and sister sincerely! If she doesn't stay in the mansion all day and doesn't care about world affairs, if she can't pin all her hopes on others, if she doesn't fall in love with Wei Rufeng!

Doesn't everything just happen?

Won't! The most unpredictable thing in this world is the human heart. Even without this incident, Zhou's mother and daughter would not let themselves go, and their ruthless and unintentional father.

Han Yan fell to the ground, a pair of watery autumn pupils covered with tears of blood, Zhuang Yushan, even if you are a ghost, I will not let you go!

The beautiful bride smiled slightly, and uttered a sentence as vicious as a scorpion: My good sister, on the road to Huangquan, let's see how my sister can be a concubine.

Everything in front of her eyes became blurred, her chest was piercing, and when her consciousness gradually disappeared, Han Yan saw a pair of azure satin official boots walking in.

That was her husband, who never thought that in this life, instead of looking forward to Huayue's tranquility, he would be murdered instead.

The fluffy mink fur bed, and the smokey curtains hanging down faintly after the rain, the girl sleeping in the bed moved her fingers slightly, and slowly opened a pair of black eyes.

When Hanyan woke up, she only felt a splitting headache and dry eyes. What's the matter, she was not fed poisoned wine by Zhuang Yushan, and she had already died in Huangquan, how could she still be awake?

Struggle to stand up and look around, the room is full of strong medicinal fragrance, this is clearly her own boudoir, but it looks so strange, so strange that she seems like a lifetime away. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the forehead, who saved her?

Fourth Miss. With a pleasant cry, Han Yan raised her eyes, and Mother Chen was holding a gold-painted beauty porcelain bowl in her hand. Yes, but what's wrong?

Han Yan stared at her blankly, mother Chen was not dealt with by Zhuang Yushan, and the scene of the wedding night floated in front of her eyes, her nose was sour, and tears fell down.

Seeing her crying, Mother Chen panicked suddenly, and then became sad, and hugged her tightly: My poor lady, the lady just left, and the master wants that bitch to come in. It's not easy for the girl. Why? I became angry and sick, the girl should stop crying, and the master would be unhappy when he saw it...

Miss, what's the matter? A crisp voice rang in his ears, Han Yan suddenly sat up straight, Ji Lan and Shu Hong were standing two steps away worriedly holding candied fruit jars: Miss, what's wrong? Don't go to invite the doctor again?

The maid who died for her in the previous life was standing in front of her, Han Yan couldn't tell what it was like: Ji Lan... Shu Hong... The words choked up in her mouth and she couldn't speak anymore. Once again buried in Chen's mother's arms and cried bitterly.

Ji Lan and Shu Hong were startled, not knowing what happened to Han Yan, they looked at Mother Chen inquiringly. Mother Chen only thought that she was sad because of her wife's death and her father was remarried, so she patted her on the back to comfort her.

After crying for an unknown amount of time, Han Yan gradually calmed down, and the doubts in her heart became deeper and deeper.

Mother Chen looked much younger, with much less gray hair on her temples, and Ji Lan and Shu Hong also looked slightly different. Ji Lan, give me the mirror.

Ji Lan didn't know what Han Yan was going to do, so she took the Linghua bronze mirror from the dressing table and gave it to her. Hanyan looked in the mirror, with a pale and thin face, big black eyes, a nose and cherry lips, and long black hair hanging down like tassels, the person in the mirror was delicate and gentle, still somewhat childish, it was her True, but definitely not her now.

The bronze mirror in her hand fell to the ground with a snap, Shu Hong was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward: Miss.

Han Yan was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand, feeling as if his heart was overwhelmed. The person in the mirror is clearly himself three years ago, the twelve-year-old Zhuang Hanyan!

She raised her head, looked around again with scrutiny, and finally understood where the strange sense of familiarity came from. Because, the decoration of this room is clearly the decoration of three years ago!

Mom, what year is this year? After a while, Han Yan asked.

Da Zong's thirteen years. Chen's mother looked at her in surprise: Why did the girl ask this?

Hanyan's heart skipped a beat. In the thirteenth year of Dazong, his mother died of a serious illness. The Zhou family entered the house, and Zhuang Yushan entered the mansion. In the same year, she was kidnapped by thieves. Although nothing happened and the matter was suppressed, she was always burdened in her heart, fearing that one day this matter would be revealed and her reputation would be ruined.

Words are scary.

It was also because of this incident that she no longer wanted to go out, and hid in the mansion all day embroidering and writing, losing contact with the outside world. It was the last time I even found out that my younger brother was imprisoned for committing a crime.

She was taken away by bandits, and it was the Zhou family who got the news after searching for two days and two nights, and the palace sent personnel to rescue her from the bandits. She was grateful to the Zhou family, and with Zhuang Yushan's careful care, she gradually accepted the mother and daughter.