The Reborn Noble Girl is Hard to Find

Hanyan listened to Zhuang Shiyang's roar behind her, a sneer escaped from her lips, no one can control her life, the life of nurturing grace has been returned to Zhuang Shiyang in the previous life, in this life, he can never think about destroying himself again.

However, Hanyan's vow never to be a concubine spread all over the capital the next day, and became a topic that people talked about. Some people thought that what she did was really impolite. model. Some people admire her courage, thinking that such a bold and brave woman is really rare. No matter what kind of gossip is going on outside, the person concerned doesn't care.

In the icy ancestral hall, Han Yan has been kneeling on the ground for a whole day and night, Zhuang Shiyang seems to have forgotten her, no one came to deliver food, Ji Lan, Shu Hong, and Mother Chen are also missing, presumably they were locked up by the Zhou family.

This time she almost resisted Zhuang Shiyang openly, such punishment was expected, but she was more and more disappointed with Zhuang Shiyang in her heart, even if she was like this for her own daughter, what kind of person is he? Or... Thinking of that guess, I just feel bitter in my heart.

Fortunately, he practiced martial arts with Chai Jing, although his kung fu has not improved much, his body is stronger than before, so he is just a little weak and unwell, if he was in his last life, he might have passed out long ago.

The moonlight shone into the room through the skylight, and Han Yan was so hungry that he didn't eat for a whole day and night, even if he treated the prisoners. The door of the partial ancestral hall is still locked like this, and it is impossible to open it from the inside. Hanyan stood up in a daze, walked to the table where the god statue was enshrined, hesitated for a while, and then reached out and picked a few intact fruits from the set offering fruits and started to chew. In fact, the fruit has been stored for a long time, it is dry and thin, and it is tasteless to eat. When Han Yan was holding a fruit and gnawed until he had no image, he suddenly heard a laughing voice behind him: Why are you so eager to eat?

I was worried that this action would offend the gods and Buddhas, so I felt guilty, but suddenly I heard a voice from behind, Hanyan almost couldn't breathe, cough cough cough actually choked his throat, covered his neck and coughed dryly .

The man sighed, walked over, supported Han Yan with his cold and slender hands, patted her back lightly with one hand, and said softly: Slow down.

It was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the hot air exhaled by the people behind was sprayed on Han Yan's ears, Han Yan's ears turned red instantly, twisted his body to break away, took two steps back, looked at someone who came uninvited, and said in a bad tone: I don’t know when the prince had a special hobby and became a gentleman on the beam.”

There is no other exit in this ancestral hall, only a skylight above the head. Fu Yunxi must have come in through the skylight. Thinking of this, Han Yan couldn't help but touch his forehead. The guards in this village usually eat nothing Well, such a big living man in white didn't feel anything when he entered the mansion. The safety of the mansion in the future is really worrying.

Seeing her standing there stupidly, Fu Yunxi raised her eyebrows and said, This king is just here to give charcoal in the snow.

Han Yan came back to his senses, subconsciously asked: What kind of charcoal?

However, Fu Yunxi suddenly took out a cloth bag from behind as if conjuring, walked to the altar and put it down. As soon as he opened it, there was a burst of delicious fragrance.

It was a bag of exquisite pastries!

Han Yan was stunned for a moment, and asked: For me?

Fu Yunxi made a gesture to put it away: If you don't want it, just take it away.

Han Yan hurriedly pressed his hand, retracted as if his fingertips were touched by electricity, lowered his head after thinking for a while, then suddenly raised his head and smiled at Fu Yunxi: That's it, thank you, my lord. Then he stretched out his hand Grab a piece and put it in your mouth.

She was already very hungry, and the pastry Fu Yunxi sent did not know which restaurant made it. It was sweet but not greasy, and the taste was surprisingly good. Joyful in his heart, his actions were even more rude and cute. He puffed up his cheeks and said to Fu Yunxi: Which cook is this, the craftsmanship is really good.

Fu Yunxi said lightly: If you like it, I will give you some later. But he said in his heart that the royal chef hired by the emperor with a lot of money only provided a small dish a day, and the queen in the palace gave it to the queen before eating it. It's rare for this girl to try something new.

Han Yan touched his nose, and said awkwardly: That's so embarrassing.

Fu Yunxi only finds it interesting. Nine out of ten times when she sees Hanyan on weekdays, she puts on an attacking posture when she is plotting against others, but she is rarely seen showing her little daughter's side. The masked appearance of eating is somewhat childish. He couldn't help but patted her head.

Hanyan's head was trampled by the cold palm, and when he was busy eating, he glared at the culprit, why did this guy show a funny expression, as if he was really a thirteen-year-old child, it was really awkward. Fu Yunxi withdrew her hand, looked at her thoughtfully and said, You swear to Wei Rufeng that you will never be a concubine in this life?

Han Yan's throat was stuck, and he swallowed the last bite of the pastry. He said um, but his movements gradually slowed down. Wei Rufeng and Zhou's two sisters really lived up to expectations, and they spread their words so quickly. It's just a message, if everyone proposes marriage in the future, he will definitely bypass his jealous wife.

Why? Fu Yunxi found a place to sit down by himself. It was a casual gesture, made by him, but it was also very pleasing to the eye, as if a banished fairy came on the wind under the moon and fell in this cold ancestral hall. It is no different from the person in the painting.

Han Yan held a pastry, but didn't put it in his mouth, looked at him and said, The prince also thinks I'm a jealous woman?

Fu Yunxi did not answer her words, but instead asked: If there is no such man, will you never marry for life?

Hanyan nodded.

Why? he asked again.

From east to dusk, to west, happy to walk day and night. Ordinary men are unlucky, and a few of them can last for decades. She sighed: If you can ask someone to stay with you forever, it is naturally good. It’s life if you can’t ask for it. It’s just that in the middle of the house, the man only hears the laughter of the beautiful woman, but doesn’t see the tears of the old man. The dispute between concubines has always been an endless war. I just don’t want to lose my life in this war , I don’t even want to lose myself after winning the war.”

Fu Yunxi couldn't help but carefully looked at the little girl in front of her. Hanyan was like a treasure, which would surprise him every time. She has sophistication beyond her age, but this sophistication is not annoying, as if she has experienced all the bleak and bleak things in the world, and she sees through everything indifferently, which makes people feel distressed. Just what she said just now, she is a thirteen-year-old girl, but she said it as if she experienced it personally, not to mention the content of her words, how many people can do it just because of her determination.

After a while, he said, Have you ever had a sweetheart?

Han Yan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect him to ask this question, his sweetheart... I was infatuated with Wei Rufeng in the last life, but in this life I despised and indifferent to him, even my sweetheart, I don't think so now. Then he shook his head: No.