The Reborn Noble Girl is Hard to Find

He still remembered Fu Yunxi's answer to this day. He saw that uncle Wang, who had always been indifferent and cold, smiled slightly, as warm as the beginning of an ice spring, and said only three words: "She is very good."

Fu Yunxi seldom praised people. Although she didn't say anything in the sentence "she's very good", it contained a deep kind of doting. At that time, the prince naturally thought that his fairy-like uncle had fallen into a demon, but after all the tossing today, he seemed to understand a little.

Don't say anything else, at least from the beginning to now, Han Yan has never cried, even her entire expression is calm and relaxed. After so many years in the palace, the most expressions of women the little prince has ever seen are tears. . Charming tears, grievance tears, resentment tears, pitiful tears, but tears have never appeared on Han Yan's face. In today's situation, if it was any woman, she could not help but panic. But she didn't do anything, she found a place to hide very calmly, and when she was with her, it seemed that she would become stable and appropriate.

He couldn't help but look at Han Yan, Han Yan's hair was messed up in the crowd, she looked awkward and funny, her face was pure, so she looked very childish, she was clearly a child who didn't grow up Girl, why do you have such deep eyes, shining like jewels, but you can't see the end. Even when she was hiding in a cave, her clothes were dirty and her posture was weird and awkward, her expression couldn't help but exude a sense of nobility. Like a natural princess noble, calm, decisive, conceited, and bright.

The little prince didn't know what to say, but his eyes were a little stunned for a moment. This Princess Xuanqing, who he had never seriously observed, at this moment, he actually felt that he was very similar to his uncle. The same awe-inspiring inviolability, the same contempt for everyone, the same, at the juncture of life and death, in all kinds of danger, calm.

Han Yan suddenly turned her head and made a "shush" at him, her ears lying at the mouth of the cave, listening carefully to the sounds outside.

That was... a conversation between the sound of horses' hooves and people, and the content of the conversation made Han Yan tremble.

"The head of the prince of the sect, if you find it, you will be able to receive the reward this time." It seemed to be the voice of a middle-aged man.

"I don't know where to flee to, the carriage is clearly here." Another answered rather impatiently.

Han Yan didn't know how many people came outside, but the sound of footsteps was messy, but it seemed to contain a special pattern and seemed well-trained. He couldn't help but feel nervous, and the prince also held his breath at this time, not daring to make a sound. The footsteps were getting closer and closer to Han Yan and the others, almost reaching the entrance of the cave. Under the tension, the prince accidentally touched Zhuang Hanming on the side. Zhuang Hanming was touched by the wound and couldn't help but let out a groan. In the silence, the moan seemed extremely harsh, Han Yan's heart tightened, the prince turned his head, and his eyes were full of panic. The narrow opening seemed to be crowded all at once. And the footsteps, after a short pause, came straight towards him.

After being discovered, Han Yan only had this thought in his heart. If it fell into the hands of those people, none of the three of them would survive. Their goal is the prince. Han Yan doesn't want to use the prince as a funeral object, but right now, it's not her decision When it came to him, the prince was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, he saw Han Yan turned his head and gave him a deep look. There was a pleading in his eyes. Are you willing to ask yourself to take care of Zhuang Hanming? There is helplessness, more, it is a kind of determination. Immediately afterwards, Han Yan rushed out. She was dressed in a golden robe, her hair was disheveled and her face could not be seen clearly, and her stature was almost the same as that of a prince. When those people saw Han Yan, they thought they saw the prince and immediately chased after her.

Prince Dong shrunk in place dumbfounded, Zhuang Hanming stayed beside him in a coma, he gritted his teeth and didn't let himself cry, for some reason, his heart was terribly sad.

On the mountain in the east of the city, Han Yan used to like to play here. He was very familiar with every grass and tree here. Therefore, he had an innate advantage in the terrain. , was actually led by Han Yan to run around, Han Yan deliberately chose those corners, places with chaotic rocks, and even dragged it for a while.

At this time, she was passing by a meadow, which was very flat. The men with knives rushed forward, and they were about to catch her, but Han Yan skillfully avoided her. At the same time, she felt her body sink and her heart sank. The way is not good, I want to break free subconsciously, but find that my body is sinking.

It was a swamp.

Han Yan turned her head back, and the big men looked at her in panic. For these swamps, human strength is actually very small. They have never experienced such a situation. Han Yan's long hair covered her face. The big man only saw that her white chin was slightly raised, and a sneering and cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. This big little prince seems to be more difficult than they imagined.

Another group of people behind her quickly rushed over, and Han Yan immediately ran forward, but she also knew that this was just a tactic to slow down the army. When a cliff appeared in front of her, she stopped.

There is an abyss behind him, and there is no way to retreat. She turned around slowly and clenched the last plum thorn on her body.

Only then did she see clearly that the people in front of her were indeed not from the Central Plains, they should be from Xirong. The Xirong people didn't know the little prince, but they recognized Han Yan as the prince because they saw that Han Yan was wearing the golden clothes of the prince, and could not see her face clearly.

Han Yan stood quietly, motionless, did not run away in panic, did not cry and beg for mercy, she even slowly raised a smile. It seems like an orphaned beast in a desperate situation, preparing for the final blow.

As a result, the people in front of him did not dare to act rashly. This little prince is too cunning, and they have already suffered a big loss in the swamp just now. The little prince of the big sect was smiling at the moment. Who knew if he was playing some kind of ghost idea?

One-on-seven, Han Yan silently cares about in his heart, no matter what, he has no chance of winning. But these people will not let themselves go.

At this moment, one of the big men finally couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed towards Han Yan with a loud roar. Han Yan couldn't dodge and was caught by him. The big man stuck her throat and grabbed her with one hand. arm. Han Yan had no way to dodge, and for a while he was holding Lin in his hand like a chicken.

"It's nothing but the prince of the sect!" He didn't expect to subdue him so easily, the big man laughed triumphantly, Han Yan lowered his head, and his weak arms drooped weakly.

"Haha, look, this royal crown prince has fine skin and tender meat, and this little arm is even whiter than our Xirong's wife." After speaking, he reached out and brushed away the messy hair on Han Yan's forehead to see her clearly. The face was stunned. Then he swallowed: "This little prince looks like a little girl, it's a pity to die like this, why don't you let me have a good time..." After speaking, he threw Han Yan on the ground and began to explain own belt.