The Reborn Noble Girl is Hard to Find

Han Yan suddenly widened his eyes, twelve years old! The nightmare at the age of twelve reappeared in front of his eyes, and, he actually knew it... How would he think of himself, he must think that he was unclear and disgusted. Han Yan's heart was ashes, and two lines of clear tears streamed down the corners of her eyes.

However, Zhuang Yushan was very happy to see her in a state of despair and embarrassment, and smiled more and more cheerfully: "Sister don't have to worry about father, father would rather lose a daughter than this marriage. What's more, father has always disliked his sister. Well, otherwise, why would you let your mother get rid of the Wang family?"

Mother! Mother was killed? !

Zhuang Yushan laughed "giggling": "My sister doesn't know if she wants to come, but it's no wonder that Zhuang Hanyan only embroiders and plays the piano in the house, and stays out of the house all year round. All the wives don't know that there is such a person in our house." She said. Holding the cup and approaching: "A person who can't even remember his face, why not die on the wedding night? Maybe, in the eyes of the ladies, the concubine is the dignified and upright daughter!"

Han Yan's face was pale and her whole body trembled. What she thought was a happy and happy life was actually a huge conspiracy. Chen's mother's shrill screams came from the side, and Han Yan realized that since Zhuang Yushan came in, she had never seen Chen's mother again. Could it be... She felt a chill in her heart and stared at Zhuang Yushan in disbelief.

However, Zhuang Yushan walked over to Ji Lan and Shu Hong: "I saw that these two girls are loyal and they look good. Today's guards at night watch are probably exhausted. These two girls will give them a play tomorrow. Let your master and servant meet in the morning."

Ji Lan and Shu Hong were the maids left to her by their mother. They had been sisters to her since childhood, but because of her, they lost their lives and ended up like this! her great sister! Good stepmother!

Zhuang Yushan seemed to finally be tired, crouched down and pinched her chin, and poured the wine in her hand into her throat.

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

It's her fault! It's her who doesn't know people clearly and recognizes a thief as her father! She is too naive to treat her stepmother and sister sincerely! If she didn't stay in the mansion all day without asking about the world, if she didn't pin all her hopes on others, if she didn't fall in love with Wei Rufeng!

Will everything just happen?

Will not! The most unpredictable thing in this world is people's hearts. Even if there is no such thing, Zhou's mother and daughter will not let them go, and their ruthless and unintentional father.

Han Yan fell to the ground, a pair of water-like pupils filled with blood and tears, Zhuang Yushan, even if you are a ghost, I will not let you go!

The beautiful bride smiled slightly, and spit out a sentence as savage as a scorpion: "Good sister, when you get to Huangquan Road, let's see how my sister will be the concubine of the world."

Everything in front of him became blurred, the spine in his chest was biting, and when his consciousness gradually disappeared, Han Yan saw a pair of official boots of Tianqing satin walking in.

That was her husband. I didn't expect that Huayue would be quiet in this life, but she was waiting for her death.

The fluffy mink fur bed and the smoky awning that was clear after the rain dangled slightly, the girl sleeping in the bed moved her fingers slightly, and her black eyes slowly opened.

When Han Yan woke up, she only felt a splitting headache and dry eyes. What happened? She was not fed poisonous wine by Zhuang Yushan and had already been sent to Huangquan, how could she still be awake?

She struggled to hold up her body and looked at it. The house was filled with the strong fragrance of medicine. It was clearly her own boudoir, but it seemed so strange. The strangeness made her feel like a world away. Reaching out his hand and rubbing his forehead, who saved her?

"Four girls." With a surprised cry, Han Yan raised her eyes, and Chen's mother held a porcelain bowl with a painted gold beauty in her hand. Yes, but what's wrong?"

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

Seeing her weeping, Chen's mother suddenly panicked, followed by sadness, and hugged her tightly: "My poor lady, the lady has just left, and the master wants that **** to enter the door. It's not easy for a girl. Just get angry and sick, the girl should stop crying, and the master will be unhappy when he sees it..."

"What's the matter, miss?" The crisp voice sounded in his ears, Han Yan suddenly sat up straight, Ji Lan and Shu Hong stood two steps away with candied fruit jars in their hands: "Miss, what's wrong with me? Don't go and 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..." After choking these two words in her mouth, she could no longer speak, and she simply buried it again. She burst into tears in Chen's mother's arms.

Ji Lan and Shu Hong were startled, wondering what happened to Han Yan, and looked at Mother Chen inquiringly. Chen's mother only thought that she died for her wife and that her father was sad to marry another, so she gently patted her on the back to comfort her.

I don't know how long I cried, but Han Yan gradually calmed down, and the doubts in my heart deepened.

Mother Chen looked a lot younger, with a lot less white hair on the temples, and Ji Lan and Shu Hong looked slightly different. "Ji Lan, bring me the mirror."

Ji Lan didn't know what Han Yan was going to do, so she still took the Linghua bronze mirror on the dressing table for her. Han Yan looked in the mirror, with a pale and thin face, **** eyes, a slender nose and cherry lips, and her long black hair was splayed like a fringe. Yes, but definitely not who she is now.

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

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

She raised her head and looked around again with scrutiny eyes, finally understanding where that unfamiliar feeling of familiarity came from. Because, the furnishings in this room are clearly from three years ago!

"Mom, what year is this year?" Han Yan asked after a long while.

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

Han Yan's heart skipped a beat. In the thirteenth year of Da Zong, his mother died of a serious illness. Mrs. Zhou entered the house, and Zhuang Yushan entered the house. That is, this year, she was kidnapped by the thieves. Although nothing happened and things were suppressed, she was always burdened with a burden in her heart, for fear that one day it would be revealed and her reputation would be ruined.

Terrible.

It is precisely because of this incident that she is no longer willing to go out, and hides in the house all day to embroider and write, losing contact with the outside world. Even the younger brother who committed a crime was put in prison, and it was the last to know.

She was kidnapped by the bandits. It was the Zhou family who searched for two days and two nights and got the news. The palace sent people 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.