The Reborn Noble Girl is Hard to Find

Cheng Lei looked at him worriedly: "In the past few years, how have you become a different person, even I feel... terrible."

He said: "Because of you, I haven't tried the taste of not being able to cry."

Fu Yunxi occasionally thinks of that little girl. That afternoon, she accidentally broke into the most helpless and grieved time of his life. She made a lot of noise, but it also dispelled a lot of his sorrow. That colorful fish, the parting memorial that was not sent out, was like a promise, making him more and more brave and invincible on the battlefield.

People, always have to worry about.

When he returned triumphantly with 100,000 elite soldiers, he was still sitting atop the horse as before, seeing the city gate wide open and the people cheering, his heart was actually a little sad.

After all, he is no longer the heroic boy he used to be.

In the red plum forest of the palace banquet, he accidentally met a little girl who approached him at a critical moment, but he didn't know that he was more dangerous than the danger itself.

The little girl's bun looked familiar, until she raised her head, revealing her bright eyes as always, the open facial features gradually blurred, and finally pieced together into a small crying face.

Seven years later, on a snowy day, he finally saw this little girl again. The ugly girl who loved to cry back then had her eyebrows curved and the corners of her mouth slightly warped, looking at everything in front of her with mockery and coldness. His eyes are still as clear as streams of water, but it is not that they cannot reflect the simplicity of everything in the world, but that they have read through countless vicissitudes.

His heart is crying, why is she not?

He stood in the dark, quietly watching her every move. The little girl stared at the slander and framed with cold eyes, with a sweet smile, a clever wrist, and a tit-for-tat, the enemy who was beaten was powerless. She doesn't seem to cry anymore, and always looks at everything with a smile.

He is no longer the teenager who has everything written on his face, and she is not the girl who secretly hides and cries while crying.

Time has changed everything, yet it seems like nothing has changed.

He had an idea, to bring her under his wing, cry freely, and don't have to laugh if you don't want to laugh.

Fu Yunxi remembered that he owed her a parting memorial, and now that he came back, he returned her a Lantian fishtail hairpin and stretched out his hand to her under the moonlight.

"My princess."

Three days later.

Han Yan decided to go to the village in the east of the city again.

There are many things that have yet to be revealed. If Abi can tell the truth, it would be the best, but if not... then she can only use some secret methods.

The carriage was driving on the bumpy road in the east of the city. Han Yan stretched out **** and rubbed his forehead. In his memory, it seemed that Concubine Chen's birthday was soon. But in this life, with the name of Princess Xuanqing, I'm afraid it's hard not to go. Right now time is approaching the day of Zhuang Hanming's accident step by step, and everything must be cautious. Now, the two sisters of the Zhou clan increasingly see themselves as thorns in their eyes. With a Wei Rufeng and the seventh prince, the situation is extremely difficult.

After thinking about it, Han Yan and Ji Lanshuhong jumped out of the carriage when they reached the entrance of the village. As soon as they landed, they felt a cold wind with a **** smell blowing towards them.

The smell was too strong, and Ji Lan felt a little nauseous immediately. Seeing Han Yan's expression tightened, she knew that something big might have happened, so she said, "Miss, Shu Hong and I will go first to see..."

Han Yan shook her head: "Let's go in together." Having said that, her fingers were already embedded in her palm, and she had a bad feeling in her heart. Sure enough, before taking a few steps, he saw a man lying on the ground not far from the entrance of the village with a basket on his back, covered in blood and covered in knife marks.

Ji Lan ran over, hesitated for a moment, pushed the man, and turned his head: "Miss, he is dead."

Han Yan took a few steps and saw that the man was dressed as usual. He seemed to be a villager of this village. There was an obvious stab wound on his body. , eyes wide open, as if he didn't expect to die suddenly before he died.

Han Yan's fingers were stained with the man's blood, and he slowly stood up and walked towards the village. As soon as he got closer, he saw a tragic image of **** on earth.

There is blood everywhere, there are dead people everywhere. The old man who returned from cutting the herbs died in front of his house, and the woman holding the child had her throat cut with a knife. No one in this village could escape, all were dead villagers, and the water in the well was bloodied. Dyed red. There was dead silence all around, only the domestic animals they were feeding didn't understand what was going on, and they bowed their heads to peck and eat.

Everyone in this village was brutally murdered!

Han Yan clenched her fists, and Ji Lan covered her mouth: "It's too cruel, who did it?"

Shu Hong was a little worried: "Miss, I'm afraid those people haven't gone far. It's dangerous here, are we..."

Han Yan pushed her hand away and walked into the innermost room by herself.

Abi's door opened wide, and as soon as Han Yan entered, she saw Abi lying on her back, holding a pair of embroidery in her hand, and the blood on her body dyed the embroidery red. Apparently he was still embroidering a new piece of embroidery before he died. The room seemed to have been rummaged, the drawers were open, and it looked disorganized.

Ji Lan whispered, "What's going on?"

Han Yan only felt exhausted and shook her head. Looking back at Abi's corpse lying in a pool of blood, she found that the corners of her mouth curved up, like a relieved smile. She also thought that after taking off the burden of so many years, she could relax from now on.

Han Yan found that her hand was holding the embroidery tightly, and her posture was a little weird.

Even if he was embroidering before his death, after being assassinated, how could he hold the embroidery so tightly and refuse to let go? It is too abnormal. Han Yan's heart moved, and she bent down to pull the thing in her hand.

After pulling it out with great difficulty, I found that it was a handkerchief, but not some embroidery. The handkerchief was smooth and delicate, not like ordinary brocade. After so many years of poverty, how could Abi have such a delicate handkerchief?

Before he could take a few more glances, Han Yan put the handkerchief into his sleeve and said to Ji Lan, "Let's go back immediately."

Ji Lan pointed to Abi's body: "Then these people..."

Han Yan was silent for a while: "After a while, you can find someone to report to the official."

Ji Lan nodded.

This time the carriage stayed for a very short time, Ji Lan couldn't help it in the carriage, looked at Han Yan and said, "Miss... why do you think those people want to kill all the people in the village, is it because of us..." A few days ago, Han Yan Yan had just visited this village once, and was slaughtered soon after. It's hard not to connect two things, what's the connection between them.

Han Yan lowered her eyes: "Yes."

Ji Lan opened her mouth, saw Han Yan's expression, swallowed her stomach again, and heard Han Yan's voice ringing in her ears: "They were afraid of what Abi would say, and there was nothing wrong with Abi's worry, and now they have massacred them. A villager, to prevent us from discovering anything."