Second Young Master Yan looked at her with pity and stroked her hair, "Xiaoyu, have you suffered after being outside for a year? Go home with your brother!"
Yan Xiaoyu couldn't help but smile, so she was taken home by the second master Yan and became the third miss of the Yan family. Later, because she saved the Chu emperor Feng Mochen, she was named the princess of Chu. Later, she married
Give Xiao Ninglan this sand pig.
The memory came to an abrupt end. Looking at the woman who looked exactly like herself, she finally understood why Mr. Yan mistakenly thought she was his sister. It turned out that there really was such an imaginary person in the world.
"Miss Third, I didn't mean to impersonate you!" Yan Xiaoyu looked at the woman opposite with a guilty conscience. Under the moonlight, her face was half-dark and she looked a little ferocious. She looked at her worriedly.
The woman smiled coldly, and Wei Yifang's voice sounded next to her, "Xueying, why are you nagging her?"
Xueying Lengran stepped forward and struck Yan Xiaoyu on the back of the neck with a palm knife.
Yes, she is the third young lady of the Yan family, the real third young lady, but she has not been taken seriously since childhood and has always been considered to have a violent and unruly personality. After being beaten by her father once, she ran away from home and met too many people.
As a result, she became a killer of the Wei family. Her name was no longer Yan Xiaoyu, but Blood Shadow...
Wei Yifang watched the blood shadow drag Yan Xiaoyu away. She had been waiting for this day for many years. It would be fine if Xiao Ninglan fell in love with her, but he didn't. The person he loved was Yan Xiaoyu.
The emperor of Xiliang could only fall in love with a woman who worked for the Wei family, so he had Xueying. Xueying would play the role of Yan Xiaoyu very well, because she is the real third lady of the Yan family.
In the secret room, Yan Xiaoyu woke up with the faint light. She turned her head and saw a ray of moonlight shining in from the cracks in the tiles. She was sure that she was no longer in the palace, because there was no such exposed house in the palace.
Wei Yifang stood in front of her bed with a pale face. She recalled the scene a long time ago when Concubine Lan's maid held Wei Yifang's face and tortured her. All these were too similar.
As soon as she remembered, her acupuncture points were pressed. She could only look at her blankly and said calmly, "What do you want?"
Wei Yifang looked at the glimmer of moonlight and replied as if talking to himself, "What do I want? I also want to know, what do I want..."
Yan Xiaoyu couldn't move, looking at her weird face, her thoughts were spinning, "Let me go, I promise that I will never appear in front of Xiao Ninglan again!"
Wei Yifang laughed and looked at her in disbelief, "Do you still want to go back to Ning Lan? You're dreaming!"
Yan Xiaoyu realized that she couldn't communicate with her, so she simply closed her mouth. Wei Yifang turned to look at her, his eyes lingering coldly on her face, "Yan Xiaoyu, actually, you are not good-looking at all!"
Yan Xiaoyu sneered, she never thought she was good-looking.
Wei Yifang took out a dagger from her sleeve, and the cold blade moved on her white neck. She murmured, "I really want to kill you with just one knife, but I can't, because I hate you, and I want to
I’ll torture you slowly!”
Yan Xiaoyu looked at the crazy woman in front of her, and suddenly thought of Concubine Lan. Concubine Lan hated her so much before she died. Why were women in ancient times so stupid? They had to hang themselves from a tree?
She wanted to say something, but she felt something cold on her neck. She couldn't lower her head, and she also felt blood on her neck.
Wei Yifang scratched her neck, one stroke at a time, finely and finely, not deep enough to draw blood. She wrote the word "hate" on her neck, but he refused to kill her.
Yan Xiaoyu had already felt the pain, and she breathed in, "Kill me, or I will seek revenge on you!"
Wei Yifang sneered, his hands trembled as he laughed, and the dagger he held in his hand scratched her neck deeply and lightly, and the word "hate" was suddenly blurred.
"Is it true that if I kill you with one knife like this, you won't seek revenge from me?" Wei Yifang looked at her with a serious expression.
Yan Xiaoyu thought for a while and decided that it would be better to live and die, "No, if you can let me go, I will be very grateful to you!"
Wei Yifang smiled again, moved the dagger in his hand downwards, and stabbed Yan Xiaoyu's lower abdomen with a fierce blow. The deep blow made Yan Xiaoyu scream in pain, and she looked at Wei Yifang angrily.
Wei Yifang shook his head, "Don't worry, you won't die. If you stab me here, you won't die at all!"
Her dagger moved up again, aiming at her heart, "If you stab her here, you will die!"
Yan Xiaoyu closed her eyes sadly and said, "Just die." She is not afraid of death. If she dies, she can go back to her own time. Isn't that what is written in novels?
Who knew that Wei Yifang didn't start at all, he just moved the dagger to her cheek, slashing it deeply, saying, "I really hate your face when I see it. It will only ruin the identity of Xueying."
That way it won’t be exposed!”
She drew densely on Yan Xiaoyu's cheeks. Yan Xiaoyu's delicate eyes widened, and the cold blade passed across her eyes. She screamed, her eyes full of scarlet.
Xiao Ninglan was awakened from his nightmare. He was lying on the cold marble floor with a cold sweat. He dreamed of Xiaoyu screaming with blood on his face. He sat up panting, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and shouted outside.
Then, "What time is it?"
Eunuch Luo raised his thin voice, "Back to the Emperor, it's midnight!"
Xiao Ninglan closed her eyes tiredly and leaned against the stone pillar, breathing heavily. No, he had to go see Yan Xiaoyu...
He stood up, put on his clothes, and walked straight towards Zixiao Palace. Xiao Ninglan walked quickly, followed by Eunuch Luo and the palace maid and eunuch, who were running all the way. He turned around impatiently, "Go back, don't follow me anymore!"
Eunuch Luo nodded and bowed, and left in a hurry with the eunuch and maid.
In the Zixiao Palace, Concubine Yan was already sleeping soundly, with a look of contentment on her delicate face. The thin quilt was covered diagonally in one corner, and the other half fell down.
Xiao Ninglan quietly approached, sat on the edge of the step, pulled up the thin quilt and covered Yan Fei again. He stretched out his hand to touch her forehead and found that everything was normal. He breathed a long sigh of relief and tucked the four corners of the thin quilt.
, one night, I sat by the bed and quietly looked at Concubine Yan who was sleeping soundly.
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PS: At this point in the article, Xiaoyu’s time travel and being mistaken for the third lady of the Yan family have been explained clearly. Today’s update is completed. Every day, several familiar readers send red envelopes. Yun Bubu
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