The Reborn Noble Girl is Hard to Find

Zhuo Qi's expression collapsed in an instant: "Where is Zhuang Hanming..." He was clearly extremely disappointed, but his eyes were still filled with joy, sharing the bed with Han Yan was something Zhuo Qi had never thought about, not that Zhuo Qi was a gentleman , but Han Yan himself is a person who pays attention to rules, at least on the outside. She takes her innocence very seriously, which may be the common point of all women. So from the time Han Yan first made this request, Zhuo Qi didn't think about it, but it's quite interesting to tease the little girl.

"Leave quickly." Han Yan turned around and glared at him, Zhuo Qi smiled and followed Shu Hong out.

After the two of them had left, Han Yan sat down again in front of the window with a heavy heart. The rain outside the window was so heavy that it seemed to swallow people up, but what made Han Yan feel uneasy was not the frightening thunderstorm.

Who is Xiao Qiao, and why does she look exactly the same as Donghou Wang's wife? If they are the same person, then she and Donghou Wang are childhood sweethearts' mother, why does Xiao Qiao have a handkerchief?

Han Yan shook his head, really couldn't think of a reason, Ji Lan said at the side: "Miss, why don't you go to rest first?" The rain is really disturbing, it's better to rest earlier, today's Xi Rong The prince is here again. Ji Lan thought to herself, could it be that she really fell in love with Miss, otherwise, why bother to send messages to Miss in such a heavy rain? Like a prince, but he didn't come over to see what his young lady looks like now.

On the other side of the wall of the Zhuang Mansion, the shadow of the man in white clothes standing under the wall was very clearly reflected by the lightning. This man did not hold an umbrella, but his clothes did not get a drop of rain, and he just stood there quietly. Like a fairy floating in the sky, he remained calm amidst the sudden changes in the world.

Soon, another figure appeared on the wall, that figure jumped out very quickly, leaned over and hugged the man in white: "My lord, Miss Zhuang is fine, that person... didn't leave."

The body of the man in white shook slightly, the vibration was so slight that it was almost imperceptible, but at this moment, a water stain was stained on the corner of his clothes, which was very obvious. His heart is in a mess.

"Understood." After a while, he replied.

The figure quietly retreated to the side, and the man in white took a few steps forward, touching the wall brick with one hand, that hand was as slender as jade, but it was extremely pale, bloodless at first glance, delicate and cold. He raised his head slightly, revealing the cold eyebrows and eyes under the cloak, his eyes were cold but gentle.

"Let's go." The cold words disappeared in the sound of rain.

Hanyan had a dream. In the dream, there was a person looking at her silently. His face was so familiar, smiling, gentle, cold, and indifferent. The man walked in, and she rushed over to see that it was Fu Yunxi.

She opened her eyes all of a sudden, only to realize that she was just dreaming. It might be a hallucination, she thought, but in this room, the cold breath seems to be everywhere, almost rushing towards her face.

On the fourth day, the heavy rain finally stopped.

The common people complained endlessly, and almost all the farmers in the land were ruined by the flood. This year is a disaster year. Many houses were washed away, and the water on the river overflowed everywhere. Floods and rains brought new disasters to the poor. Suffering is endless, but life must go on.

The Shunchang Martial Arts Hall was extremely quiet today, just because of the heavy rain, the children of these dignitaries did not dare to go out for safety, and the rare children from poor families were busy repairing the houses that had been washed away. No one came to the martial arts hall, and the place suddenly became deserted and quiet.

Yang Qi stood in front of the carved door, the sun had already come out, it looked no different from the past, but none of the flowers in the garden could stand upright, all fell to the side in disarray. There are puddles everywhere. Who said that it is no different from the past. The heavy rain will pass and the sun will come out, but the things that have been knocked down cannot come back.

"My lord." Xiao Li said from the side: "That girl Zhuang is right." He admired Han Yan in his heart. I dismissed it in my heart, just because who in this world can predict the future? The weather was also very warm at that time. Who would have thought that the rain would come as soon as it was said, and it would last for three days and three nights, even bringing such a great disaster to Da Zong.

Yang Qi moved his lips: "Yes, what she said is right." For the first time, the old man who has been in the wind and rain for most of his life felt confused. He didn't believe in his intuition, but only believed in himself. But Hanyan's words can't allow him not to believe. Innocently, it rained heavily, and a large number of floods flooded, which was exactly what Han Yan said.

So, as she said, if her intuition is so accurate, is it true that the Xirong people are really planning a big conspiracy?

While I was thinking about it, a boy came to report to me, and the Fourth Miss of the Zhuang Mansion asked to see me.

Yang Qi moved his lips, but she came quickly. As soon as he thought of this matter, Han Yan came to the door by himself. I still lost this bet, so... I really want to tell Han Yan what happened on the battlefield?

As soon as Han Yan entered the door, what caught his eyes was Yang Qi's thoughtful expression. Han Yan smiled slightly and reminded: "Senior Yang."

Yang Qi turned his head, as if he only noticed her now. His gaze was very calm, as if he knew Hanyan would come a long time ago: "You are here."

Han Yan smiled: "I'm here to fulfill my promise, Senior Yang has also seen it, it's raining."

"How do you know about the things in the sky?" Yang Qi stared at her, unable to see his expression: "Could it be that you are not from this world?" No one in this world can predict the future, but this woman Han Yan Can predict the future. And there is an indescribable sense of mystery about her. You don't know where her nobility comes from, as if it comes from your own natural beauty from the inside out. It looks plain and inconspicuous, but it is tactful and charming. During the few years when she became more and more famous in Dazong, from an unfavored dealer's daughter who had nothing, to Princess Xuanqing who was envied by everyone in the end, and now to the next wife, her expression is always peaceful. Without a trace of emotional fluctuations, it was as if he had known all this for a long time.

How terrible is this?

Hearing what Yang Qi said, Han Yan was taken aback by reflex, thinking that someone had discovered the secret of her rebirth. But she soon calmed down, and she shook her head: "Senior Yang, you are worrying too much. I am naturally a person in this world. No one can predict the future. I just have a more accurate intuition. Maybe it is God's favor." She said: "Senior Yang, instead of believing in me, it is better to believe in the will of heaven."