The Reborn Noble Girl is Hard to Find

These words are poking at Irina's pain. She doesn't believe that Fu Yunxi died like this. Although Fu Yunxi's condition is getting worse and worse, she was still fine a few days ago, and she can still eat and talk. Why? In a blink of an eye, people were gone. She cried and went crazy, broke everything in the palace, and beat the servants in the palace. In the end, Cheng Lei couldn't see it, and took her to the mourning hall, where Irina saw Fu Yunxi lying in the coffin with a cold body.

She reached out her hand tremblingly to touch his body, the icy body had no trace of temperature. He really passed away, and there is no Fu Yunxi in this world anymore. How could Irina be reconciled, she worked so hard for so long, not just to become his wife and occupy this man. But before that day, he died.

She couldn't accept this fact, so she came to Han Yan. The person in Fu Yunxi's heart is Han Yan and has never changed. She just has a fluke mentality, hoping to learn the fact that Fu Yunxi is not dead from here. In fact, she herself knows that this may be very small, but if there is no such thing as a trace, then Irina really doesn't know what to do.

"You like him so much, but he died, you are not sad at all, so you know he didn't die at all, right?" Irina looked at Han Yan, and she was overjoyed by this discovery. This performance of Han Yan is really strange. Does this mean that there is still hope for everything?

Han Yan looked at her quietly and said, "Why should I be sad? Princess, you seem to have forgotten one thing. The lord abandoned me in front of everyone. Why do you think I still like him?"

Irina was stunned, yes, Fu Yunxi gave Han Yan such a big embarrassment at Han Yan and the wedding ceremony. If it were her, she must have hated Fu Yunxi very much in her heart and vowed to take revenge. But... once it was changed to Han Yan, she refused to believe it, because if Han Yan admitted that Fu Yunxi died, then everything would really be hopeless. She suddenly sneered twice: "How can you have nothing at all, he loves you so much, and for you he even gave up his own life, he died, and you didn't even have a drop of tears, Zhuang Hanyan, you are so cruel mind!"

"Princess's words are bad." Han Yan looked at her, her eyes still cold: "In this world, the relationship between people is always mutual. That day is over, so the lord is just a stranger to me. There are countless strangers who die every day in this world. Wouldn’t it be unbelievable if I were all sad and weeping for this.” She smiled slightly. : "I and the princess are different people, the princess may be kind and innocent." Her tone seemed to be a little sarcastic: "But Han Yan has always been hard-hearted, so the princess came to ask Han Yan why he didn't cry, Han Yan would not forgive him. Please accompany me." After speaking, he turned around, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and said to Irina: "But if the princess doubts whether the death of the prince is real, you might as well wait and see the emperor's reaction. The decree must be true, you are not joking." After speaking this time, he walked into the room and slammed the door shut.

Irina was stunned for a moment, then reacted abruptly. She had to step forward to pat the door, but she was timidly held by a servant beside her, who seemed to be Irina's confidant and whispered: "Princess Your Highness, Zhuang Hanyan's eyes are red."

Are your eyes red? Irina paused, thinking of Han Yan's calm tone, but it seemed to be a little different from usual. Her eyes were red, did she cry? Zhuang Hanyan has always been strong, even when facing other people. It always makes people unable to understand what she is thinking, and her emotions will not show on her face. Could it be that she has really learned the news of Fu Yunxi's death, and she is sad in her heart, but she doesn't want to be seen by others, so she pretends to be indifferent on the surface. In this way, it seems to be in line with her character. But... wanting to be here, Irina really became desperate. Han Yan's appearance was that Fu Yunxi had already died. There was no hope at all, what I saw with my eyes and what I heard with my ears was the real news of death, but the naive people thought that Fu Yunxi was not dead, and now he couldn't even deceive himself.

Thinking that he had followed Fu Yunxi all the way to Dazong, and before he felt his tenderness, he suddenly disappeared from this world, and there would never be Fu Yunxi again. Whether it is the handsome young man who was on the battlefield that year, or the indifferent and indifferent young man today, they all do not belong to the grasslands of Xirong. She slumped to the ground all of a sudden, as if all her strength had been taken away, and suddenly covered her face and cried.

Wei Wangfu.

On this day, the palace of King Wei was extraordinarily lively, and most of the servants had smiles and joy on their faces. Just because of the death of Fu Yunxi, the king of Xuanqing, the king of Wei and the king of Xuanqing have always been at odds. This is a well-known thing. Now that King Xuanqing died of illness, it was naturally a great joy for King Wei. As the tide rises, the servants of Prince Wei's mansion are naturally full of joy. Occasionally, there are a few young maids in the Mood for Love, with a slight sadness on their faces, which is a pity for the passing of a person like Fu Yunxi.

There was a backyard in the place where the female servants lived in Prince Wei's mansion, and there was a dark room in the innermost part of the courtyard. The house is against the messy side of the courtyard wall, and there are debris boxes everywhere, which makes people feel disturbed. A servant with a basket walked straight into the yard, took out the lock of the door, and opened the door with a squeak. Suddenly, a sour smell came out. The servant was a thin middle-aged maid. He could not help frowning when he smelled the smell. He strode in and put the basket in his hand on the table, causing a cloud of smoke.

It was dark in the room, and for a moment, there was a sound of "rustling", and only a little sunlight came in from the outside, and a person could be seen gradually crawling up from the messy bed not far away, walking towards the table. . The maid took a step back, as if she hated the stench on the man. The man walked directly to the table, stretched out his thin hand and lifted the basket, and a smell of food wafted out.

"This is..." The hoarse voice seemed to reveal a bit of surprise, and even his eyes began to light up.

"King Xuanqing passed away, and the prince ordered everyone in the house to have extra meals today." The maid explained impatiently: "It's cheaper for you, eat quickly."

King Xuanqing? The man was stunned for a moment, coughed a few times with excitement, and grabbed the maid: "King Xuanqing is dead?"

The maid was startled, and slapped a hand on the man's face with a "bang", struggling to move away: "Yeah. What's wrong?" She looked at the man with some fear, but saw the man suddenly Yangtian laughed loudly: "Zhuang Hanyan, Fu Yunxi, you have today too, hahahahaha!" She laughed wildly, under the faint sunlight, her face was shriveled and thin like a forty-year-old old woman, but she could barely Seems to be looking good before.