Zhuo Qi's expression suddenly fell: "Where is Zhuang Hanming..." He was obviously very disappointed, but his eyes were still happy. Sharing a bed with Han Yan was something Zhuo Qi had never thought about. It's not that Zhuo Qi was a gentleman. But Han Yan himself is a person who pays great attention to rules, at least on the outside it seems like this. She takes her innocence very seriously, which may be something that most women have in common. So when Han Yan first made this request, Zhuo Qi didn't think about it, but it was still fun to tease the little girl.
"Hurry up and leave." Han Yan turned around and glared at him, and Zhuo Qi followed Shu Hong out with a smile.
After the two of them 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 uneasy was not this frightening thing. thunderstorm.
Who is Xiao Qiao, and why does he look exactly the same as Donghou Wang's wife? If they are the same person, then why does he have Xiao Qiao's brocade handkerchief when he and Donghou Wang are childhood sweethearts
Han Yan shook his head and couldn't think of a reason. Ji Lan said at the side: "Miss, why don't you go and have a rest first?" The rain is really unsettling. It's better to rest earlier. Today's Xirong The prince came again. Ji Lan thought to himself, maybe he really likes the lady, otherwise, why would he brave such heavy rain to send news to the lady? Like the prince, he didn't come over to see what his young lady looked like now.
On the other side of the wall of the Zhuang Mansion, the lightning reflected the shadow of the man in white standing under the wall very clearly. This man did not hold an umbrella, but there was not even a drop of rain on the corner of his clothes, so he stood quietly. Like an immortal floating in the sky, he remained calm amid the sudden changes in the world.
Soon, another figure appeared on the wall. The figure jumped out very quickly, leaned over and hugged the man in white with a fist: "Your Majesty, Miss Zhuang is fine, that person... hasn't left."
The body of the man in white shook slightly. The vibration was so slight that it was almost imperceptible. But at that moment, there was a water stain on the corner of his clothes, which looked extremely obvious. His heart was confused.
"I know." After a while, he replied.
The figure quietly stepped aside. The man in white took a few steps forward and touched the wall tiles with one hand. The hand was as long as jade, but extremely pale. At first glance, it looked bloodless, delicate and cold. He raised his head slightly, revealing his cold brows and eyes under his cloak, his eyes cold but gentle.
"Let's go." The cool words disappeared in the sound of rain.
Han Yan had a dream. In the dream, there was a person who had been looking at her silently. His face was so familiar, smiling, gentle, cool, and indifferent. She could not clearly see the person's features until she finally waited. The man walked in, and she threw herself over to see that it was Fu Yunxi.
She suddenly opened her eyes and realized that she was just dreaming. Maybe it was an illusion, she thought, but in this room, the cool breath seemed to be everywhere, almost hitting her face.
The heavy rain finally stopped on the fourth day.
The people are complaining endlessly, and almost all the farmers in the land have lost their harvest due to the flood. This year is a disaster year. Many houses were washed away, and the water from the river overflowed everywhere. Floods and rains brought new disasters to the poor people. The suffering is endless, but life must go on.
The Shunchang Martial Arts School was extremely quiet today. Just because of the heavy rain, the children of these dignitaries did not dare to go out for their own safety. The few children from poor families were busy repairing the houses that were washed away at home. 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 come out, and it looked no different from the past. However, none of the flowers in the flowerbed could stand upright, and all fell to the side. 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 were knocked down will not come back.
"Sir." Xiao Li said at the side: "What Miss Zhuang said is indeed right." He admired Han Yan in his heart. This young lady was simply a prophet. When Han Yan made a bet with Yang Qi, Xiao Li was still there. I was dismissive in my heart, just because who in this world can predict the future? The weather was very warm at that time. Who would have thought that the rain would come at a moment's notice, and it would rain for three days and three nights, and even bring such a big disaster to Da Zong.
Yang Qi moved his lips: "Yes, she is right." The old man who had been in charge for most of his life felt confused for the first time. He did not believe in intuition, but only believed in himself. But Han Yan couldn't bear to believe what he said. It rained heavily innocently, causing massive floods, exactly as Han Yan said.
So, if her intuition is as accurate as she said, is it true that the people of Xirong are really planning a big conspiracy
While I was thinking about it, a boy came outside to report that the fourth young lady of the Zhuang Mansion asked to see him.
Yang Qi moved her lips, but she came quickly. Just when he thought of this, Han Yan came to the door by himself. I still lost this bet, so...do I really want to tell Han Yan what happened on the battlefield
As soon as Han Yan walked in, the first thing he saw was Yang Qi's thoughtful expression. Han Yan smiled slightly and reminded: "Senior Yang."
Yang Qi turned his head and seemed to have noticed her only now. His eyes were very calm, as if he had known Han Yan would come for a long time: "You are here."
Han Yan smiled: "I'm here to fulfill my promise. Senior Yang also saw it. It's raining."
"How do you know about things in the sky?" Yang Qi stared at her, unable to tell his expression: "Are you not from this world?" Who in this world can predict the future, but this woman Han Yan can Able to predict the future. And there is an indescribable sense of mystery about her. You don't know where her nobility comes from. It seems that she is born with elegance from the inside out. She looks plain and inconspicuous, but she is graceful and charming. In the years when she became more and more famous in Da Zong, from the unfavored daughter of the banker who had nothing to the Princess Xuanqing that everyone finally envied, and now the concubine, her expression has always been peaceful. There was no emotion at all, as if he already knew all this.
How terrible is this
Hearing what Yang Qi said, Han Yan was startled reflexively, thinking that the secret of his rebirth had been discovered. But she soon calmed down, and she shook her head: "Senior Yang is worrying too much. I am naturally a human being in this world. No one can predict the future. I just have a relatively accurate intuition. Maybe it is God's favor." She said: "Instead of believing in me, Senior Yang, it is better to believe in God's will."
(End of chapter)