The Reborn Noble Girl is Hard to Find

Cheng Lei looked at him worriedly: "In the past few years, you seem to have changed into a different person, even I feel... scary."

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

Fu Yunxi would occasionally think of that little girl. That afternoon, she accidentally bumped into the most helpless and sorrowful time in his life, and made a lot of noise, but it also dissipated his sorrow a lot. That colorful fish, the farewell souvenir that was not sent out, was like a promise, making him even more brave and invincible on the battlefield.

People, always have to care.

When he returned triumphantly with one hundred thousand elite soldiers, he still sat on the big horse as before, seeing the city gate opened wide and the people cheering, he felt a little disappointed.

After all, he is no longer the heroic boy he was back then.

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

The bun that the little girl was wearing looked familiar, until she raised her head, revealing her usual bright eyes, the opened facial features gradually blurred, and finally pieced together into a weeping little 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 crooked eyebrows, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she looked at everything in front of her with a mocking and cold look. The eyes are still as clear as a stream, but it's not that they can't reflect the simplicity of everything in the world, but they can read countless vicissitudes.

His heart is crying, so why isn't she?

He stood in the dark, quietly watching her every move. The little girl looked at the slander and framing with cold eyes, smiled sweetly, and skillfully used an eye for an eye, hitting the enemy who was powerless to parry. She seemed to stop crying, and always looked at everything with a smile.

He was no longer the boy who had everything written on his face, nor was she the girl who wanted to cry in secret.

Time changes everything, and it seems like nothing has changed.

He came up with an idea, to take her under his wing, cry as much as he wants, and don't have to force a smile if he doesn't want to.

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

"My princess."

Three days later.

Hanyan decided to go to the village in the east of the city again.

There are many mysteries that have not yet been revealed. It would be best if Abi could tell the truth, but if she couldn't... then she could only use some dark methods.

The carriage was driving on the bumpy road in the east of the city, Han Yan stretched out two fingers and rubbed his forehead, it seemed that Concubine Chen Guifei's birthday would be soon in his memory, and he did not attend Concubine Chen Guifei's birthday in the previous life. But in this life, with the name of Concubine Xuanqing, it may be difficult not to think about it. Now the time is approaching step by step the day when Zhuang Hanming's accident happened, so we must be cautious in everything. Now the two sisters of the Zhou family regarded themselves as a thorn in their side more and more, plus Wei Rufeng and the Seventh Prince, the situation was extremely difficult.

After thinking about it, Hanyan and Ji Lanshuhong jumped out of the carriage before they realized they had reached the entrance of the village. As soon as they landed, they felt a gust of cold wind blowing towards their faces with the smell of blood.

The smell was too strong, and Ji Lan felt a little nauseous at the moment, seeing Han Yan's expression tightened, she knew something serious might happen, so she said, "Miss, Shu Hong and I will go in and have a look first..."

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

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

Han Yan walked a few steps closer and saw that the man was just dressed normally, he seemed to be a villager from this village, there was an obvious knife wound on his body, which was cut deep on his waist, blood flowed all over the place, and his expression was horrified , eyes wide open, as if before he died, he had no idea that he would die suddenly.

Han Yan's fingers were stained with the man's blood, he stood up slowly, and walked towards the village, just when he got closer, he saw a scene of hell on earth.

There's blood everywhere, dead people everywhere. The old man who came back from cutting the herbs died in front of his house, and the woman who was holding the child had her throat cut off with a knife. No one in this village escaped the catastrophe. All the villagers were dead. The water in the well was covered with blood. dyed red. The surroundings are dead silent, only the domesticated animals don't understand what happened, they lower their heads and peck at themselves.

Everyone in this village was brutally killed!

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

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

Hanyan pushed her hand away, and walked into the innermost room by herself.

The door of Abi's room was wide open, and as soon as Hanyan 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 completely red. Apparently he was still working on a new embroidery before he died. The room seemed to have been rummaged through, the drawers were wide open, and it looked disorganized.

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

Han Yan felt extremely exhausted and shook his head. Looking back at Abi's body lying in a pool of blood, she found that the corners of her mouth were curled up, like a smile of relief. She also thinks that she can relax after unloading the burden of so many years.

Hanyan noticed that her hand was holding the embroidery tightly, and her posture was a bit weird.

Even if it was embroidered before death, after being assassinated, how could he still hold on to that embroidery so tightly and refuse to let go? It is too abnormal. Hanyan's heart moved, and she bent down to grab the thing in her hand.

After finally pulling it out, I found that it was a handkerchief, but it was not embroidery. The handkerchief was smooth and delicate, not like ordinary brocade. After all these years, Abi had lived in poverty, so how could she have such a delicate handkerchief.

Before he had time to 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 officials."

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 killed all the people in the village? Is it because of us..." Hanyan had just visited this village once, and was massacred not long after. It's hard not to connect two things, and what's the connection between them.

Han Yan lowered her eyes: "Yes."

Ji Lan opened his mouth, saw Han Yan's expression, swallowed his stomach again, and heard Han Yan's voice in his ears: "They were afraid of what Abi would say, and there was nothing wrong with Abi's worry, and now they have slaughtered People from a village, prevent us from discovering anything."