The Reborn Noble Girl is Hard to Find

These words hit Irina in pain. She didn't believe that Fu Yunxi died like this. Although Fu Yunxi's condition became more and more serious, she was still in good condition a few days ago, and she was still able to eat and talk. Why? In a blink of an eye, people are gone. She cried and went crazy, broke all the things in the palace, and beat the servants in the palace. In the end, Cheng Lei couldn't see it, and took her to the mourning hall, where Irina saw the cold Fu Yunxi lying in the coffin.

She stretched out her hand tremblingly to touch his body, but there was no warmth in the cold body. He really passed away, and there is no more Fu Yunxi in this world. How could Irina be willing? She had worked so hard for so long just to become his wife and occupy this man. But before that day came, he died.

She couldn't accept this fact, so she came to Hanyan. The person in Fu Yunxi's heart is Han Yan, who has never changed. She just kept a little bit of luck, hoping to learn the fact that Fu Yunxi is not dead. In fact, she herself knew that this possibility was very small, but if there was no such possibility, then Irina really didn't know what to do.

"You like him so much, but he's dead, you're not sad at all, so, you know he's not dead at all, right?" Irina looked at Han Yan, and this discovery made her overjoyed. This behavior of Han Yan is really strange, does it mean that there is still hope for everything?

Han Yan looked at her quietly and said: "Why should I be sad? Princess, you seem to have forgotten one thing. The prince abandoned me in front of everyone. Why do you think I still like him?"

Irina was taken aback, yes, Fu Yunxi embarrassed Han Yan so much at the Han Yan and Yan ceremony, if it was her, she must have hated Fu Yunxi very much in her heart and vowed to take revenge. But... Once it was Han Yan, she refused to believe it, because if Han Yan admits that Fu Yunxi died, then everything is really hopeless. She suddenly sneered twice: "How can you have nothing at all, he loves you so much, he even wanted his own life for you, he died, and you didn't even drop a tear, Zhuang Hanyan, you are so cruel thoughts!"

"Princess's words are wrong." Han Yan looked at her, his eyes still cold: "In this world, the relationship between people is always mutual. The entanglement between me and the prince began as early as I moved out of the Xuanqing palace. That day is over, so, the prince is just a stranger to me. There are countless strangers who die every day in this world, if I were to cry because of this, wouldn't it be incredible." She smiled slightly "I am a different person from the princess. The princess may be kind and innocent." Her tone seemed to be a little ironic: "But Han Yan has always been hard-hearted, so if the princess wants to come and ask why Han Yan doesn't shed tears, Han Yan will forgive you." Please accompany me." After finishing speaking, he turned around, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and said to Irina: "However, if the princess doubts whether the death of the prince is real, you might as well wait to see the emperor's reaction. The imperial edict must be true, you are not joking." After finishing speaking this time, he walked into the room and closed the door with a "slap".

Irina was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized that she was going to knock on the door to argue, but was timidly held back by a maid beside her, who looked like Irina's confidant, and whispered: "Princess Your Highness, that Zhuang Hanyan's eyes are red."

Red eyes? Irina paused, remembering Han Yan's calm tone, but it seemed to be a little different from usual. Her eyes are red, could it be that she has cried? Zhuang Hanyan has always been strong, and he is also like this when facing other people. It's always hard to figure out what she's thinking in her heart, and her emotions don't show on her face. Could it be that she had already learned of Fu Yunxi's death, she felt sad, but she didn't want others to see it, so she pretended not to care. In this way, it seems to be in line with her character. But... wanting this place, Irina really despaired. Han Yan looked like Fu Yunxi was dead. There is no hope at all. What I see with my eyes and hear with my ears is the real news of death, but a group of naive people think that Fu Yunxi is not dead, and now they can't even deceive themselves.

Thinking of following Fu Yunxi all the way to Dazong, before feeling his tenderness, he suddenly disappeared from this world, and there will be no more Fu Yunxi. Whether it was the handsome young man who was heroic on the battlefield that year, or the indifferent young man today, none of them belonged to the grassland of Xirong. She fell limply to the ground, as if all her strength had been taken away, she suddenly covered her face and began to cry.

King Wei's Mansion.

On this day, Prince Wei's Mansion was extremely lively, and most of the servants had smiles and joy on their faces. Just because Dazong's Xuanqing King Fu Yunxi passed away, Wei Wang and Xuanqing King have always been at odds, this is a well-known thing. Now that King Xuanqing died of illness, it was naturally a great joy for King Wei. As the tide rises, the servants of Prince Wei's Mansion are naturally full of joy. Occasionally, there are a few young maids in the Mood for Love, with a slight sadness on their faces, which is the deepest regret for the death of such a magnificent person like Fu Yunxi.

In the place where the female relatives lived in King Wei's mansion, there was a backyard, and there was a dark room in the innermost part of the yard. The house is against the messy side of the courtyard wall, and there are glove boxes and dirt everywhere, which makes people feel disturbed when they look at it. A servant carrying a basket walked into the yard, took out the lock of the door, and opened the door with a "squeak". Suddenly, a sour smell came over his face. The servant was a thin middle-aged maidservant, who frowned when he smelled the smell, strode in, and put the basket in his hand on the table heavily, causing a puff of smoke to startle.

The room was dark, and for a moment, there was a "rusting" sound, and only a little sunlight came in from the outside, and a person could be seen gradually getting up on the messy bed not far away, walking towards the table . The servant girl took a step back, as if she disliked the man's stench. The man went straight to the table, stretched out his thin hand and opened the basket, and a smell of food wafted out.

"This is..." The hoarse voice seemed to reveal a bit of surprise, and even the eyes began to light up.

"King Xuanqing died of illness, and the Shizi ordered everyone in the mansion to have extra meals today." The maid explained impatiently: "It's cheap for you, eat quickly."

King Xuanqing? The man was slightly taken aback, coughed a few times excitedly, grabbed the servant girl: "King Xuanqing is dead?"

The servant girl was startled, and waved one hand on the man's face with a "bang", and struggled away: "Yes. What's the matter?" She looked at the man with some fear, but saw the man suddenly Looking up to the sky and laughing loudly: "Zhuang Hanyan, Fu Yunxi, you have today too, hahahahahaha!" She laughed wildly, under the faint sunlight, her face was shriveled and thin like a forty-year-old woman, but she could vaguely see it. See how good it used to be.