The Reborn Noble Girl is Hard to Find

Han Yan listened to Zhuang Shiyang's roar behind him, and a sneer escaped from her lips. No one can control her life. The life of the grace of nurture has been returned to Zhuang Shiyang in the last life. In this life, he will never want to destroy himself again.

However, the oath that Han Yan would never be a concubine spread all over the capital the next day and became a topic of conversation. Some people felt that her actions were really unethical. model. Some people admire her courage and feel that it is rare for such a woman to be bold and brave. No matter what gossip is going on outside, the parties don't care.

In the icy ancestral hall, Han Yan had been kneeling on the ground for a whole day and night. Zhuang Shiyang seemed to have forgotten her, and no one came to deliver meals. Ji Lan and Shu Hong, and Mother Chen were nowhere to be seen. They must have been locked up by the Zhou family.

This time, she almost clearly resisted Zhuang Shiyang, and such punishment was expected, but she was more and more disappointed with Zhuang Shiyang, and even more so with her own daughter. What kind of person is he? Or... thinking of that guess, I only feel bitter in my heart.

Fortunately, I practiced martial arts with Chai Jing. Although my kung fu has not improved much, my body is stronger than before, so I am just a little weak and uncomfortable right now.

The moonlight shone into the house through the skylight, and the cold goose was unbearably hungry. He hadn't eaten for a whole day and night, even when dealing with prisoners. The door of the ancestral hall was still locked so tightly that it was impossible to open it from the inside. Han Yan stood up and walked over to the desk where the statue was enshrined. After hesitating for a while, he stretched out his hand to pick out a few intact fruits from the offerings and nibbled them. 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 without image, he suddenly heard a laughing voice behind him: "Why do you eat in such a hurry?"

I was worried that this move would anger the gods and Buddha, and I felt guilty. Suddenly I heard a voice behind me. Han Yan almost didn't breathe out. "Cough, cough, cough" actually choked his throat, covered his neck and coughed dryly. .

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

It was the twelfth lunar month in the cold winter, and the hot air exhaled by the people behind him sprayed into Han Yan's ears. Han Yan's ears instantly turned red, he twisted his body to break free, 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 his head. Fu Yunxi must have come in through the skylight. Thinking of this, Han Yan couldn't help but help his forehead. The guards in this manor usually eat white rice. Well, such a big living person in white clothes entered the mansion without realizing it. The security of the mansion in the future is really worrying.

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

Han Yan regained consciousness, and subconsciously asked: "What charcoal?"

However, Fu Yunxi suddenly took out a cloth bag from behind like a juggler, walked to the table and put it down. As soon as it was opened, there was a delicious aroma.

It was a bag of delicate pastries!

Han Yan was stunned and asked, "For me?"

Fu Yunxi pretended to put it away: "If you don't want it, take it away."

Han Yan hurriedly held his hand, and the moment her fingertips touched, she retracted like an electric shock. She lowered her head and thought for a while, then raised her head abruptly to Fu Yunxi and said with a smile: "So, thank you, Lord." Then he stretched out his hand. I grabbed a piece and put it in my mouth.

She was already terribly hungry, and Fu Yunxi didn't know which restaurant made the pastries sent by Fu Yunxi. They were sweet but not greasy, and they tasted surprisingly good. With joy in his heart, his movements were even more rude and cute, he said to Fu Yunxi with his cheeks puffed up, "Which cook is this, his craftsmanship is really good."

Fu Yunxi said lightly: "If you like it, I will give you some later." But she said in her heart that the royal chef invited by the emperor spent a lot of money, only a small plate of supply a day, and the queen in the palace gave it before she could enjoy it. This girl is early adopters, and it is rare for her to know the goods.

Han Yan touched her nose and said, "I'm so sorry."

Fu Yunxi only finds it interesting. She sees Han Yan on weekdays. Nine times out of ten, when she is calculating others, she puts on an attacking stance, but she rarely shows her little daughter's side. The disguised appearance of eating is somewhat childish. He couldn't help but patted her head.

Han Yan's head was ravaged by the cold palm, and when he was busy eating, he glared at the culprit. Why did this guy make an expression of amusing small animals, 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 choked, she swallowed the last bite of the cake, and said "um", but her movements gradually slowed down. Wei Rufeng and Zhou's sisters really lived up to their expectations, and they spread their words so quickly. It was a message. If everyone in the future proposes marriage, they will definitely bypass the jealous woman.

"Why?" Fu Yunxi found a place to sit down. It was a casual gesture. It was made by him, but it was also very pleasing to the eyes. It was as if the exiled immortals came under the moon and fell into this cold ancestral hall. Same as the person in the picture.

Han Yan held a cake, but didn't put it in her mouth, looked at him and said, "Your Highness also thinks I'm a jealous woman?"

Fu Yunxi did not answer her words, but instead asked, "If there is no such man, you will not marry for the rest of your life?"

Han Yan nodded.

"Why?" he asked again.

"East and twilight return to the west, and the heart of the day is happy. Ordinary men are unfortunate, and a few people can be like one day for decades." She sighed: "If you can ask one person to stay together forever, it is naturally good. If you can't ask for it, it's also your life. It's just that in the middle of the house, the man can only hear the laughter of the beautiful woman, but not the tears of the old man. The battle of concubines has always been an endless war. I just don't want to lose my life in this war. , and even more unwilling to lose himself after winning the war."

Fu Yunxi couldn't help but scrutinized the little girl in front of her. Han Yan was like a treasure that surprised him every time. She has a worldly sophistication beyond her age, but this sophistication is not annoying. It is like she has experienced all the desolate and bleak things in the world, and the indifference of seeing through everything makes people feel distressed. Just in what she said just now, she was referring to a thirteen-year-old girl, but she said it as if she had experienced it personally, not to mention the content of her words. Just her determination, there are several people who can do it.

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

Han Yan was stunned for a while, never expecting him to ask this question, sweetheart... I was infatuated with Wei Rufeng in my last life, but in this life I despised and indifferent to him, that is my sweetheart, and it is not in my heart now. Then he shook his head: "No."