And now in such a situation, only Ran Ziwan and Ran Ziqing themselves know the mystery of this.

Zimian held Ran Ziwan's hand and cried silently. Although he was angry in his heart, he didn't dare to look up at Ran Ziqing. Now her own young lady has obviously been hit hard by Ran Zijing's strength, but the prince and lady in front of the mansion are not worded.

Zimian seemed to have long been used to it, cried for a while, gently wiped away the tears on her eyelashes, helped up Ran Ziwan on the ground with all her strength, and dragged her towards the evening pavilion.

Ran Zijing was depressed in her heart, and approached Ran Ziwan and Zimian master and servant step by step, with a posture of not doing anything.

"Enough!" Duan Wangye's somewhat muddy voice sounded, and he walked to the mansion with his hands behind his back, without looking at Ran Ziwan, as if he was saying perfunctorily: "Whoever messes around again, go to the ancestral hall to think about it!"

It's just that this prince's words didn't care about Ran Ziwan's injury at all! His words and deeds can show why the rumors of her short life have spread all over the streets and alleys for many years, but Duanwangfu has not stopped it.

"Father?" Ran Zijing stopped a little unwillingly, what was his father estimating at this time? Such a sick and weak concubine, isolated from the world in the late pavilion of the palace for so many years, was rumored to live no more than twenty-eight. How is her life and death different now?

Ran Ziwan closed her eyes, she was indeed tired, and the last trace of consciousness slowly became blurred. Since she woke up to this world, she has not had a good rest, and her body is weak and tired after all.

In a daze, Ran Ziwan held her dry and thirsty throat and tried to make a sound, but it was so weak that even she couldn't hear clearly, her lips completely tore a crack, and the pinprick-like pain instantly made her more than half awake, only to find that this place seemed to be extremely quiet, and even her faint gasps could be heard so clearly.

It was as if I could still hear the sound of small conversations, faintly accompanied by the aroma of food. This warms the bed like sleeping on the clouds, and the silk brocade bedding is soft and comfortable. The taste of the food became stronger and stronger, and Ran Ziwan secretly swallowed her saliva, thinking that she deserved to be the heartless Lin Murphy. No matter what world it is in, whether it is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, or a cloud of heaven, it is an authentic rice bucket.

"Cough, cough, cough" finally couldn't hold back the thirsty throat, and a series of coughing sounds broke Ran Ziwan's original feigned sleep, attracting what sounded like an old man's laughter and a rush of footsteps, and she felt that this laughter was so bright and hearty, full of excited joy, which made her doubt her ears a little. I shook my innocent eyes, which I could still handle, and thought to myself as pitiful as possible. At least, for this strange palace, she Ran Ziwan has not yet gained a firm foothold, so she is a newcomer, and it is good to fight for a good errand for herself in another world, and it is good to be immortal in peace.

"Ancestor, Miss is awake" Before Ran Ziwan could fully see the situation around her, she heard the sobbing sound of two maid-like women like mosquitoes, and her heart was indescribably irritable. "Late, my little ancestor, but you're going to scare my old bones to death. A pair of vicissitudes of life attached to Ran Ziwan's face, full of loving smiles, is an old man who looks energetic.

Ran Ziwan glared and glanced around, a group of people in the room were dark, kneeling on the ground, waiting by the bed, and the huge boudoir was surrounded by water. With a look of disgust, the old man's hand froze instantly: "Ziwan, who am I?" don't recognize me?"

In the face of this question, Ran Ziwan's face was harmless, but there were countless blank eyes in his heart, even my own name was different, I almost didn't know who I was, where do I remember which way this old man is? Do you want me to guess

Watery eyes surging with clear springs, Ran Ziwan shook his head frantically without hesitation, silence is the best policy.

"You useless things, don't you say that Ziwan is already fine? How can you not remember anything? "The old man is not as soft as he was just now, but he has three more points of sharpness. A group of kneeling people on the ground kept begging for mercy in fear. "It must be kowtowed, Ran Qing, this scourge. What kind of mother there is, what kind of lowly children there are. This woman, Duanwangfu can't stay!"

This is evil, I just woke up and didn't have time to eat a bite of food, this old man shouted and screamed to kill. Ran Ziwan's heart was full of disdain, and she sat up with a sigh of disdain, shocking everyone in the room.

"Besides fighting and killing, can't you bring me some porridge first? I can't stand you, let's go out of all those who kneel on the ground." ", snorted and lay down again.

After doing this series of actions, Ran Ziwan's heart kept beating the drum, for fear that it would anger the old man. It's just that she wasn't the night she was reading, so how could she blame those healers on the ground. Although she has always disliked people who are only promised, at least she is compassionate to all things in the world, even if she is as cheap as an ant, not to mention that this is human life.

"Okay, well, listen to the evening, go down. And you two dead girls, tell someone to go down and get some food for Wan'er, as for what to get, I don't need to teach you any more, right?" The old man was not angry, but regained the kindness of his face just now, and his eyes narrowed into a line. Slowly approached Ran Ziwan's eyes flashed: "Don't act as a stinky girl, and pretend to have amnesia." I don't know what you're doing. ”

Ran Ziwan was horrified in his heart, this old man was too shrewd. It's just that even though this is a play, it has to continue! Who made her really not have the slightest memory of this night?

Thinking of the old man's high-pitched and confident voice, he thought that he was rumored to be in bed for a long time outside, and he didn't ask about the world, and nine times out of ten he was pretending.

Ran Ziwan pretended to be calm, and his eyes widened: "I? What did I do? This is called the upper beam is not correct and the lower beam is crooked, don't you always pretend to be sick?"

"The upper beam is not right, the lower beam is crooked?" The old man just wanted to blow his beard and stare at him, but suddenly laughed: "Well, it's the old man, my own granddaughter, splashing skin!"

"Grandfather, I want to be alone for a while, you see" Ran Ziwan pulled up the quilt and covered herself, leaving only a pair of eyes outside, well-behaved like a kitten, pleading for pity. The old prince said in a very cooperative voice: "Alas, I have never seen your granddaughter so cowardly, and she is embarrassed and thrown into the long room." That's it, grandfather depends on you, I have to go and explain to the outside, lest a group of rabble come to disturb my evening again", and then laughed and scolded quietly: "I still know how to act in a full set." It just hit the head, but fortunately it didn't hit the brain. ”

"Purple Sparrow, Purple Cotton come in and wait. The old prince called them in as he walked out, there were two girls in front of him, the situation in front of him was not too bad, the coming day was long, and some things were still difficult for Miss Ben.

"Miss, you have been sick for more than a month, and the ancestor who has been sleeping has taken a lot of trouble for you. It's cheaper for the third lady, the Prime Minister's Mansion ruined the marriage contract that the prince of Shaoyang and you have made since childhood, and changed it to marry the third lady in the long house of our house. The purple finch puffed up, as if she was very angry, and turned her head to be silent, as if she was suppressing all this to her own young lady.

Ran Ziwan has been cultivating for more than a month, and it seems that all the fatigue of that world has been driven away. In the past, she was the daughter of the Lin family, the pearl of the whole family, as usual, she should be the supreme daughter who is pampered, but there is such a strict grandfather, so that she has lived for nearly 20 years day and night, day and night, cold and warm are not close, rigid and soft do not eat.

Zimian silently held the ginseng soup and porridge that the servants had just brought in, stirring silently, and gently touching the temperature of the bowl from time to time.

Is the living environment of this late child really so complicated? Eating and eating are so cautious, Lin Murphy doesn't know what kind of situation this is at this time. And she, was she repented of her marriage?

"It's okay" Ran Ziwan replied casually, she didn't belong here, so naturally this matter didn't seem to have much to do with her.

"Miss, are you sick and confused? It's also that Miss was already afraid of the eldest lady, and now that she was seriously injured by the eldest lady, she is even more afraid of her?" Zique bit her lower lip and sighed, half of her lips red with blood. What kind of anger must have been to make a girl waiting by the side so hateful.

"Although they are the concubines of the long house, after all, they are only the concubines of the side branches, if it weren't for the fact that Duan Wang Ye went with the princess all these years! Over the years, many things in the house can only rely on the support of the people in the long house, and the slaves and maids don't believe it."

Zimian interrupted quietly and softly: "Zique, don't mess with Miss's mind, no matter what outsiders say, our own Miss is the master!

Zique nodded, the previous emotions had not been withdrawn, and the small mouth was still pouting, but there were no more broken grievances.

Miss Ziwan is the only granddaughter of Duanwang Wangye, and it stands to reason that she is also the most noble concubine in Duanwang's mansion, and there is nothing that can be shaken, but

Ran Ziwan always had a faint smile on her face, as if these things had nothing to do with her! Such a young lady was calm and relaxed, which was the expression that their young ladies often had.

Could it be that this girl called Wan'er is a soft persimmon, and she was trampled on, and even the people around her suffered.

Repentance?Serious injury?How unbearable is this Ran Ziwan?

"Zimian, help me make up. I want to go out for a walk. Ran Ziwan's fluttering words floated out of the curtains, and Zimian wiped the soup stains from the corners of her mouth intimately, and supported her with Zique, as if she was afraid that she would break herself. He couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, smiled and gently stroked the hands of the two, signaling that they didn't need to be overly nervous.