In the spring of March, the willow leaves draw new branches, and it is still early for the flowers to bud, but they are called to enjoy the scenery. Although the river water in early spring has thawed, how can a woman withstand this cold, Ran Ziwan looked down at herself, her whole body was cold and embarrassed. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but evoke a touch of coldness, a good Jinmen Bridge to enjoy the scenery, a good one she was born weak and fell into the river.

The woman looked at Ran Ziwan's lowered face and covered her lips and smiled, raising her eyebrows gloatingly.

Ran Zi of Duanjun Wangfu is late, but that's it...... As the rumors suggested...... It's just a sick beauty!

Although that face is a sight to behold, but his life is not long, what can he do with such beauty?

"Chun Tao, go and rescue the girl who was thrown into the river and bring her back to Cui's mansion. Well, go and tell Ran Ziqing, let her be the master, Miss Ben has taken a fancy to that girl, whether it's to give it or buy it, I'm going to decide!" After speaking, he turned around and planned to leave, with many daughters of the Hou Mansion behind him, famous ladies and a lot of maids and daughters-in-law.

"Ahh

"Ran Ziwan, I want you to look good in Duanwangfu! You dare, it hurts!" Ran Ziwan threw the woman who was dragging her out and fell to the ground, strolling forward and chuckling: "Do you want us to look good in Duanwangfu?" Oh, I'm bored, if you can play some tricks, I thank you for helping me spend this little time left! I'm just afraid of you, I don't have that three points of ability!"

Ran Ziwan waved his hand, his face was harmless, but he didn't leave room to speak, and he didn't look at the woman on the ground.

The woman on the ground struggled to get up and pounced on Ran Ziwan, glaring at the entourage behind her, and squeezed out a few words with her teeth: "A bunch of waste, don't help me take her down!", Ran Ziwan sneered, and with a slight wave of her sleeves, she only heard "you".

Then came the pop sound that I was used to hearing.

"Ran Ziwan, you dare to throw "Miss Yan" into the icy Haihe, do you know" At this time, in addition to a few panicked and curled up and retreated, there were also a few who stood up to condemn Ran Ziwan.

Ran Ziwan lowered her head and looked at her white fingers, shook her messy cuffs, her voice was clear with a little banter, and she interrupted with a harmless look on her eyebrows. "The fish and shrimp at the bottom of the Haihe River in March are extremely beautiful, and they are refreshing and cool!

"Ran Ziwan, you are so arrogant and tyrannical! Aren't you relying on His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to acquiesce to your entry into the palace in the future? But don't you forget...... Now you are the cover of the Prime Minister's Mansion before marriage, His Royal Highness the Prince...... I'll never marry you again!" and a woman was thrown into the river.

Another brocade and satin, a woman with a good family, stood up and pointed to Ran Ziwan's nose, "Ran Ziwan, you are too much!

Another woman was vigorously thrown out by Ran Ziwan, but the direction was not the river, but a fishing boat full of living creatures on the Haihe River, the woman was obviously frightened, and Mu Mu was wrapped in a boatload of river crabs and loaches jumping small fish, so it was not funny.

"Then do you believe it or not?" Ran Ziwan smiled, and another woman was thrown into the Haihe River by her.

A group of women on the Jinmen Bridge panicked, and no one made a sound.

The people on the Jinmen Bridge seemed to have forgotten the tyranny before this scene, and let out an exclamation similar to cheering. It's hard to imagine that such a soft and boneless, cloud-like woman can throw people into the Haihe River lightly, and her noble and casual posture makes people feel that it is blasphemy to look at it more, as if she has become a unique existence in this world!

Where is this as rumored to be, but twenty-eight, congenital heart disease and frail people?

Ran Ziwan brushed the green silk of his ears and temples and left in the opposite direction of the crowd. I don't know how long I walked, but my body was finally exhausted and fell to the ground.

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"Sure enough, it's a sick man, who will marry her? Is it the seventh brother?" An unfamiliar voice sounded, and the young man who was questioned was noncommittal, but a slightly heavy breath came, thinking that the person's eyebrows should be dark and solemn.

Ran Ziwan sat up straight, listened quietly, smelled the faint incense in the room, and there was no wave between his eyebrows.

"Awake?" It seems that the splendid country is not as good as the color of the person in front of him, warm as jade carving, and his aura is like a Qiankun in his hand, what kind of teenager is this.

Murphy couldn't help but wave his two dirty paws, and slashed at the boy's face with great speed.

"Oh, I didn't know that Ran Ziwan still had such a habit?" the young man smiled warmly, out of the dust and warm, luxurious and graceful. is obviously the bearing above the king, and he obviously has the warmth to charm all beings, but he has never dodged, as if he is waiting quietly.

Ran Ziwan's hand paused in mid-air, as if he suddenly remembered something, his apricot eyes widened, and he glanced around at a very fast speed, he was shocked, he was really shocked.

She used to be the pearl of Lao Lin Gong's archaeological family, but at this moment, she was a little dumbfounded in horror.

Ran Ziwan got up in a daze, dragged his weak body slowly, and jumped to the ground barefoot.

Hiss...... It's so cool.

Ran Ziwan realized that this was not a historical and cultural museum, not his own archaeological discovery, this was the boudoir of a certain eldest lady. I kept looking at the top of the room full of utensils and antiques, and I made a smack sound. As a ten-year-old Lin Murphy who can cross the archaeological world and play with genuine antiques, the ornaments in this room are really shocking, do hillbillies enter the city? Or a country girl marries into a wealthy family as a second wife, so many antiques, how much does it cost.

The mahogany screen carved with the dragon and phoenix in front of you, as well as the gold-plated bronze mirror, the phoenix Yuqiong. It seems that the owner of this body really does not insult the "noble" that the people in the market sealed.

Most of the antiques that the world was vying for were just ordinary decorations for ancient times, and Ran Ziwan couldn't help but smile miserably.

Thinking of the Lin family's archaeological heirlooms, the efforts of several generations are not as precious as the antiques in the room in front of me, I don't understand why my grandfather has been obsessed with archaeology, and even let his descendants obsess in order to defend the so-called family ancestral teachings, until the Lin family has a Lin Murphy, so that the family has a glimmer of hope for the family secrets that have been passed down for thousands of years.

Ran Ziwan's eyes were fixed on the mirror on the dressing table, and when she saw her appearance in the mirror, she was still the same face that was captivating at a glance, and her eyebrows and eyes were still playful and sad. It's just that because I'm too embarrassed, my hair is scattered on my chest, and I really don't have the devilish and literary style of the past.

Ran Ziwan's temperament has been trained in the family since he was a child, and he will not fend for himself when he throws it on the barren mountain, but will live a better life. All of this should be attributed to her incredible grandfather, Lao Lin Gong!

Facing the mirror, Ran Ziwan gently stroked her hair, her beautiful face was as bright as the moon in the sky, and the stunning beauty of the city was not enough to praise this appearance.

"Yongshizi's likes and dislikes really make this prince incomprehensible. Hehe" is the young man who said that she is a sick seedling, the banter in her tone is undisguised, and there is a touch of carelessness in her laughter. If it weren't for the horror in her heart, Ran Ziwan would definitely treat that person as a fly, and slap her into mud without any reason, even if she slapped to death a rare beautiful man in this world, she wouldn't feel distressed, who let him provoke her "white bone spirit".

Now, she didn't even have the mood to roll her eyes at the man, she just glanced at the man fixedly, calmly unable to see the emotion.

It's just that the eyes are clear and beautiful, like fog and smoke. It seems that the love is deep and difficult to speak, and it is unclear. It seems to be watching for a thousand years, dignified and stubborn. Determined and stubborn, cold and affectionate, instantly breathtaking.

"Ran Ziwan, what are you doing like this? You didn't live to be sixteen years old, and what this prince said is right. Xuan Tianyi's panic was palpable, as if he had been absorbed by that glance. But after all, she is the son and daughter of the concubine today, and her status is needless to say. In an instant, he settled down, and emphasized without the previous play, "What does your life and death have to do with this prince? I don't want to talk to you more."

Turning around and disappearing without a trace, it looks more like a deserted escape.

"Zhenyang'er of Zhenjun Wangfu, life is precious, and the country is overwhelmed. Although there is injustice in the heavens, the Duanwang Mansion has loved you in the past ten years, and even the father's favor for you is unique. You live more comfortably than us princes and princesses. You were born to be domineering and wanton, and in the end you went to the river?for the prince?or for yourself?" The young man who was full of purple flowers stood with his hands tied, pursed his lips and said nothing, his eyebrows and eyes were deep, and his tone was solemn and cold.

She jumped into the river and committed suicide by herself? Is she so fragile? Just looking at the young man's appearance, it doesn't look like a lie, could it be that she wronged those famous daughters on the Jinmen Bridge? This is another time I have heard people mention that she is only twenty-eight!

Ran Ziwan couldn't help but smile miserably, and a trace of coolness penetrated in little by little: "How do I Ran Ziwan live, and what does it have to do with you? Zuo is just as light as dust, not worth thinking about." ”。

From the moment I opened my eyes, what came into my eyes was the clouds and the wind was light, and the wind was still out of reach. turned to Jiao Erlang as the prince who mocked and ridiculed, and then it was this frowning teenager.

Murphy reminded herself that she was no longer the maverick 'white bone elf' of the world's archaeology industry.

This is another world, irreversible in any case. And in this life, she is Ran Ziwan. It's just that even if she can't live to be sixteen years old in that person's mouth, even if she lives for one day, she will no longer be just a 'princely and sick girl' in the eyes of the world.

The princely sick girl, it was not easy to reopen her eyes and live again, but it was a short-lived one!

Fanghua is only twenty-eight? Ran Ziwan stared at his eyebrows!

After life and death, we can no longer say that we can understand life and death!

"Later, it's me who has climbed the love with you!" The young man's face was deep for a moment, and the desolate air was permeating his body, and he turned away alone, and his head never returned, and the image on his back was carrying endless sadness, and the purple clothes bloomed like lotus flowers.

The prince, the prince, throw yourself into the river?

Ran Ziwan, Ran Ziwan, what kind of woman is she? A person who is not involved with the prince of the family, the prince and the prince?

Ran Ziwan put away his inquiring look, turned to the young man who had tarnished the country, and said softly: "Yongshizi, I." “

Before Ran Ziwan finished speaking, the wind gently responded with a "good", the brocade clothes were wrinkled, and the quiet sandalwood fragrance soothed people's souls, and before she could react, she was calmly picked up, like autumn leaves, fluttering lightly with the wind.