Han Yan listened to Zhuang Shiyang's roar behind her, and a sneer escaped her lips. No one could control her life. The life she had received from her upbringing had been returned to Zhuang Shiyang in her previous life. In this life, he would never want to destroy himself again.
However, Han Yan's vow to never become a concubine spread throughout the capital the next day and became a hot topic among people. Some people felt that what she did was really unethical. As a woman but narrow-minded, she was really a wicked woman. model. Some people admired her courage and thought it was rare for such a woman to be bold and brave. No matter what the rumors are outside, the person involved doesn't care.
In the cold ancestral hall, Han Yan had been kneeling on the ground for a whole day and night. Zhuang Shiyang seemed to have forgotten her. No one came to deliver food. Ji Lan, Shu Hong, and Mother Chen were also missing. They must have been locked up by the Zhou family.
This time she almost openly resisted Zhuang Shiyang. Such a punishment was expected, but she became more and more disappointed with Zhuang Shiyang in her heart. Even if she treated her own daughter like this, what kind of person was he? Or... Thinking of that guess, I just feel bitter in my heart.
Fortunately, after practicing martial arts with Chai Jing, although his kung fu has not improved much, his body is stronger than before. Therefore, he is just a little weak and uncomfortable now. If it were in the previous life, he would have been unconscious long ago.
The moonlight shines into the house through the skylight, and Han Yan is unbearably hungry. He hasn't eaten anything for a whole day and night, and he doesn't treat prisoners like this. The door of the ancestral hall is still locked so tightly that even if you want to open it from the inside, you can't. Han Yan stood up in a daze and walked to the table where the statues were enshrined. After a moment of hesitation, he reached out and picked out a few intact fruits from the arranged fruits and started to nibble on them. The fruit had actually been stored for a long time. It was shriveled and thin and tasteless. When Han Yan was holding a fruit and chewing it without any image, he suddenly heard a laughing voice coming from behind: "Why are you eating in such a hurry?"
He was originally worried that this move would offend the gods and Buddhas, and he felt guilty. Suddenly he heard a voice from behind. Han Yan almost couldn't breathe. "Cough, cough, cough" actually choked his throat. He covered his neck and coughed dryly. .
The man sighed, walked over, supported Han Yan with his cold and slender hands, patted her back gently with one hand, and said softly: "Slow down."
It was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the hot breath of the person behind him blew into Han Yan's ears. Han Yan's ears instantly turned red. He twisted away, took two steps back, looked at the uninvited person, and said in a bad tone: " I wonder when the prince developed a special hobby and became a gentleman."
There is no other exit in this ancestral hall, there is only a skylight above the head. Fu Yunxi must have come in through the skylight. Thinking of this, Han Yan can't help but hold his forehead. The guards in this village are usually free of charge. Well, such a big living person wearing white clothes entered the house without knowing anything. The safety of the house in the future is really worrying.
Fu Yunxi saw her standing there stupidly, lost in thought. She raised her eyebrows and said, "I am just here to help her in times of need."
Han Yan came back to her senses and asked subconsciously: "What kind of charcoal are you sending?"
But Fu Yunxi suddenly took out a cloth bag from behind like a magic trick, walked to the altar table and put it down. As soon as he opened it, a delicious fragrance suddenly came out.
It turned out to be a bag of exquisite pastries!
Han Yan was stunned for a moment and asked: "For me?"
Fu Yunxi pretended to put it away: "If you don't want it, just take it."
Han Yan quickly held down his hand, and when her fingertips touched, she retracted it as if she was electrocuted. She lowered her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly raised her head and smiled at Fu Yunxi and said, "So, thank you, Your Majesty." Then he stretched out his hand. He grabbed a piece and put it in his mouth.
She was extremely hungry, and the pastry Fu Yunxi sent her was made in an unknown restaurant. It was sweet but not greasy, and tasted surprisingly good. His heart was filled with joy, and his movements were even more rude and cute. He puffed up his cheeks and said to Fu Yunxi, "Whose chef is this? His skills are really good."
Fu Yunxi said lightly: "If you like it, I can give you some in the future." But in his heart, he said that the imperial chef who spent a lot of money to hire the emperor could only serve a small plate a day, and the queen in the palace gave it to her before she could enjoy it. This girl is a newbie, it's rare for her to know the goods.
Han Yan touched her nose and said, "That's so embarrassing."
Fu Yunxi only found it interesting. Nine out of ten times when she saw Han Yan, she was scheming against others and showing an attacking attitude. However, it was rare that she showed her little daughter's side, so she didn't add it now. The concealed eating look is a bit childish, which is rare. I couldn't help but touched her head.
Han Yan's head was ravaged by the cold palm. While he was busy eating, he glared at the culprit. Why did this guy look like he was teasing a small animal, as if he was really a thirteen-year-old child? It was really awkward. Fu Yunxi took back her hand, looked at her thoughtfully and said, "Do you swear to Wei Rufeng that you will never be a concubine in this life?"
Han Yan had a lump in his throat, swallowed the last bite of cake, and said "hmm", but his movements gradually slowed down. The two sisters Wei Rufeng and Zhou really lived up to their expectations. They spread their words so quickly, fearing that the capital city would It was a message. If our young master proposes marriage in the future, he will definitely bypass this jealous wife.
"Why?" Fu Yunxi found a place to sit down by herself. His casual gesture was very pleasing to the eye, as if a banished immortal under the moon came on the wind and landed in this cold ancestral hall. No different from the person in the painting.
Han Yan held a cake but didn't put it in his mouth. She looked at him and said, "Your Majesty, you also think I am a jealous woman?"
Fu Yunxi did not answer her words, but asked: "If there is no such man, will you never marry for the rest of your life?"
Han Yan nodded.
"Why?" he asked again.
"Go east and west again at dusk, and walk in the heart of the day. Ordinary men are unlucky, and a few of them can stay together for decades." She sighed: "If you can ask someone to stay together forever, it is naturally good. If Not being able to ask for is also fate. But in the house, the man only hears the laughter of the beautiful woman, but does not see the tears of the old man. The dispute between concubines has always been an endless war, and I just don’t want to lose my life in this war. , and I don’t want to lose myself after winning the war.”
Fu Yunxi couldn't help but look at the little girl in front of him carefully. Han Yan was like a treasure that surprised him every time. She has a sophistication beyond her years, but this sophistication is not annoying. It is like she has experienced all the desolate and bleak things in the world, and her indifference in seeing through it all makes people feel heartbroken. Just what she said just now, a thirteen-year-old girl, spoke as if she had experienced it herself. Not to mention the content of her words, her determination alone was something that few people could achieve.
After a long while, he said: "Have you ever had a sweetheart?"
Han Yan was stunned. She didn't expect him to ask this question. His sweetheart... He was madly in love with Wei Rufeng in his last life, but in this life he was despised and indifferent to him. Even his sweetheart was no longer in his heart now. Then he shook his head: "No."
(End of chapter)