The Reborn Noble Girl is Hard to Find

Han Yan buried her head even deeper, not daring to look into Fu Yunxi's eyes: "You know I've been poisoned with spring poison..." But after she got up, she checked her body, but she didn't find any injuries. It must have been last night. Fu Yunxi didn't do anything to her, but thinking of this, she was grateful to him. But he was still puzzled: "Then how did I get rid of my spring poison?"

Fu Yunxi straightened up and looked away: "Of course there is an imperial physician to heal you."

Han Yan felt that what he said was a bit strange, but he couldn't tell exactly what was strange. He just had an intuition that he was lying. He wanted to express his gratitude, but inadvertently saw the wound on his palm and asked, "Are you injured? already?"

Fu Yunxi turned around: "It's just a minor injury."

"Does it have anything to do with me?" For some reason, Han Yan always felt that the injury seemed to have an inseparable relationship with him. But I heard Fu Yunxi's faint voice: "It has nothing to do with you."

Han Yan raised her head and noticed that his face was paler than usual. Compared with his usual icy and icy appearance, it was a little softer and weaker. Although it was not clear, Han Yan kindly reminded: "Ni's face doesn't look very good. If there is anything uncomfortable, you might as well ask the doctor to take a look."

"No need." Fu Yunxi didn't seem to want to continue the topic, but just looked at her again: "You have a good rest here."

Han Yan was stunned for a moment. She had been in the Xuanqing Palace for a day and a night. She was originally with Chen Guifei and the others in the palace, but now she was afraid that she would attract people's tongues, so she thought to get up: "I'm afraid it's not right..."

"I have already sent someone to the Zhuang Mansion to deliver the letter." Fu Yunxi's voice contained a hint of coldness that was imperceptible: "You don't have to worry in the palace, you are the wife of this king, and the Xuanqing Palace is your home."

The plain and indifferent words, for some unknown reason, made Han Yan feel an indescribable warmth in his heart, as if the thing he had been looking for was right in front of him. For her, Zhuang Mansion is just a place full of intrigue and intrigue, where there are tragic memories of her previous life. The world is so big that she has long lost the concept of "home", but now this handsome and cold man said that this is her home.

She curved the corners of her lips: "Thank you, Lord."

Fu Yunxi raised her eyebrows: "Isn't that what you called last night?"

Han Yan was stunned: "What?"

He picked up his lips, and his usually deserted face instantly turned a little evil: "When you forcibly kissed this king last night, your name was... Yun Xi."

Sure enough, upon hearing Fu Yunxi's words, Han Yan was stunned, her cheeks flushed, and she looked completely at a loss.

Looking more and more like a stupid wild goose, Fu Yunxi looked at her small appearance, made a secret evaluation in her heart, turned around and picked up the empty medicine bowl on the table and went out.

After leaving the house, he took a few steps toward the east promenade and stopped in the courtyard. Many scenes appeared before his eyes.

Last night, when Han Yan's medicinal properties subsided and gradually calmed down and fell asleep, in order to prevent the fear from changing, he sat by the bed and waited, but watching the sweat on Han Yan's forehead gradually increased, his expression became frightened and angry, unable to stop. Shaking his head, it seemed like he was having a nightmare.

He got up and walked to the side of the bed, trying to appease her nightmare, but he saw that her lips seemed to be saying something, and he couldn't hear it clearly. Fu Yunxi leaned over, only to hear a name repeated in her mouth: Wei Rufeng.

The medicine bowl in his hand seems to still have the fragrance of the medicine. Fu Yunxi is standing under the tree in the courtyard, Wei Rufeng?

In her nightmare last night, the way she called Wei Rufeng was clearly frightened and angry, with boundless despair and hatred in her tone. What kind of hatred does she have with Wei Rufeng? There was a flash of thought in Fu Yunxi's eyes. It seemed that from the very beginning, Han Yan's attitude towards Wei Rufeng was extremely cold. Wei Rufeng has a very good reputation in the capital, a handsome gentleman with a prominent background, gentle and considerate, and it is easy to admire him for a little girl like Han Yan. Han Yan is not a person who treats others coldly. Even in the face of her enemies, she always has a smile on her face, and she will not show her emotions easily when dealing with people she is not familiar with.

Han Yan treats Cheng Lei, He Lianyu, and Jiang Yulou very politely, but for Wei Rufeng, she is always cold and vigilant. It seems that the first time she saw Wei Rufeng's palace banquet, she was left out in the cold. Wei Rufeng. At that time, he was far apart, and although Han Yan tried his best to hide it, a trace of resentment still fell in his eyes.

He wouldn't hate someone for no reason, unless Han Yan knew about Wei Rufeng's person before, but he checked Wei Rufeng, and the first meeting with Han Yan was indeed a palace banquet. She is a lady in the boudoir, and she does not see outsiders on weekdays, so how can she know a person's character and virtue?

Thinking of her unusual behavior when she faced Irina last time, Han Yan seemed to be a little too mysterious. There are too many doubts about her. But don't worry, she is Princess Xuanqing, and she has time to reveal everything.

"Master." Mu Feng appeared beside him: "Everything has been arranged in the palace."

"Where is Mu Yan?" Fu Yunxi frowned slightly.

Mu Feng scratched his head and smiled narrowly: "The two maids who are taking care of the princess."

Fu Yunxi didn't say anything: "You go to the palace to guard."

"Yes." Mu Feng said loudly, and ran away in a flash, it was terrible for the master to be angry, but whoever let those women move the princess, I'm afraid there will be chaos in the palace.

Fu Yunxi was silent, the wind lifted his snow-white shirt, and his slender figure was picturesque. From a distance, it seemed as if the exiled immortal was going to return by the wind. It was just the murderous aura on his cold and solemn face. Nobody knows.

Those who moved him should naturally pay the price.

In the Caifeng Palace.

Chen Guifei sat beside the Queen Mother, gritted her teeth and said, "That Zhuang Hanyan is really lucky, she let her escape like that yesterday!"

"Yun Xi is very protective of her." The Queen Mother glanced at Concubine Chen Gui, who looked a little frantic: "Put your face away for Aijia, isn't it that you lost your hand, everyone who doesn't get it can see it your mind!"

Concubine Chen said bitterly: "What Xiao Qi entrusted me to do is now impossible. I, a mother concubine, can't help my son..." Having said that, her face became somewhat restrained.

"Hmph, you don't need to worry about the Seventh's affairs. Ai's family is afraid that Yun Xi won't let it go. You should be calmer these few days." The lady took a sip of tea, and spit it out "Bah": " Why don't you have that flavor instead?"

Concubine Chen hurriedly said: "This is natural, but it's a pity that the concubine spent a thousand taels of silver to get the 'firework charm'."

The empress dowager didn't even look up at her eyelids: "The little family is angry, one thousand taels of silver has entered your eyes!"