"Hey, your voice is pretty good. Can I understand that you're talking to this girl? Oba!" Murphy's voice was sweet and toothache-inducing, and he looked extremely flattering, but extremely inadequate.

"Unruly, unparalleled" is the person in front of him, Murphy admired in his heart.

"Ran Ziwan! You, it's like this. The young man's body stiffened, a chill swept around him, his eyes were full of complicated emotions, and he turned over and walked away angrily.

Murphy shrugged his thin shoulders, "Cut! This is too much of a drama! The crowd around him sighed for a while, and Murphy actually felt as if he had a burning feeling of heartache, his heart was bitter, and he was inexplicably a little bitter.

Murphy shook his head as he watched the man ride away, as if to wave something away. "Ran Ziwan" repeated it a few times, and suddenly felt that this name didn't sound exclusive, and it was quite suitable for his current outfit, so he couldn't help but smirk.

Wandering all the way, walking through the streets and alleys, and being dazzled by the east and west should have been an exciting thing, and the more Murphy walked, the more panicked he became. As evening fell, Murphy's eyebrows were clear, and he didn't know how many streets he had crossed and how many mansions he had passed. The widowers who sang in the teahouse, the pawns of the street peddlers, the women in front of Tianxianglou with swaying waists and powdered noses, the buns that he had just eaten that didn't look like props, and the young man who rode away, Murphy hung his smart head fiercely, as if he couldn't believe what he had seen along the way.

"Whose girl is so sloppy?" said a woman disdainfully.

"Yes, yes!"

"You old woman, isn't this the granddaughter of today's powerful and powerful old prince Ran, the late county lord, you don't want to die, what nonsense are you talking about?" I don't know who said it.

"Miss Ziwan of Duanwang's Mansion, didn't you say that she couldn't leave the mansion after being sick for a long time?" The woman's voice unconsciously lowered compared to before, and even the previous disgusted posture instantly turned into pity.

"In the whole of Kyoto, is there still a second prince of the late county? Now the person in front of me is not the only concubine left by Princess Chaoyang back then, but" It is not difficult to hear that there is a faint regret in those words.

"Hey, fifteen years, I'm afraid this Miss Wan is going to follow in her mother's footsteps. Princess Chaoyang is a rare woman!" the woman said, choking up a little.

"Miss Ziwan is really better than seeing it, although she is down, she can't hide this gorgeous and peerless beauty!" someone said frivolously but as if evaluating.

"Beauty is beautiful, but the nobles of the princely mansion, where can we people reach?" A scholar looked like a young man, with a sad face.

"I just don't know how it compares to the purple dyeing county lord of the Xinwang Mansion?"

"That's the supreme in the world, the reincarnation of the thousand-year-old emperor concubine star, that's all, and the two can't be compared. ”

"I'm just talking about beauty?"

"It is said that the purple dye county lord is as beautiful as a fairy!"

"But the lady Ziwan in front of me is amazing, I don't know"

"In another month is the Dragon Boat Festival, maybe we can see the face!

"I heard that this young lady of Ranwang's Mansion will not live to live more than twenty-eight, so if you count it, there will be left."

"What about people in high positions? It is better for us to live to old age than ordinary people. ”

The chatter came and went, and it was no longer a quiet crowd. Murphy shook his little head, looking in the direction of the sound from time to time, frowning and opening his mouth, not only curious, but the amount of information in that hustle and bustle was too great for she to digest. At this time, Murphy's whole person looked like an ignorant young boy who had just come to the world, and he seemed a little helpless in the face of others' scrutiny and evaluation. "Who said no, this young lady of Ran Wangfu is really pitiful, at a young age, no wonder she has a strange temper, and she disobeys domestication and provokes the Prime Minister's Mansion" The old man shook his head as he walked, pulled the little granddaughter beside him, and touched the child's head with great affection.

With Murphy's sensitivity, if he still can't recognize when and where he is at this time, he is not the 'white bone spirit' secretly sealed by the archaeological community. Archaeology is a life-threatening job for Murphy, but this time he was not able to survive in a desperate place as beautiful as before, and after all, he was no match for the life-seeking entrance in the ancient temple.

"Ran, Ran Ziwan?" seemed to have someone whispered to her, and Murphy followed the sound and saw that he didn't notice that he was followed by flocks of warblers and warblers. A woman holding side by side with the sour girl with a hint of temptation, Murphy couldn't help but feel disgusted, and glared at him viciously: "Ran, you are big, what are you doing with me?"

"Ahh Compared with the woman's cowardice, the person in front of her was only slightly surprised, disappeared in an instant, and looked at her with a mocking voice: "Ran Ziwan, haven't you been afraid of heaven and earth since you were a child? Now so embarrassed, if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince knows, I don't know what will happen?huh?", the woman twisted the Jinpa in her hand and continued; "Also, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is now concerned about how it will not be the broken shoes that the Prime Minister's Mansion has lost, how can it not be you Ran Ziwan anymore, but. Today I and a few sisters are also kind, seeing that you are in a bad mood. I will ask you to go out of the house to enjoy the scenery on this Jinmen Bridge, I don't want Sister Ran to be born weak, and she actually fell into the river. If someone hadn't saved you, something really happened, how could I not worry!" The woman had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and a fair complexion, and at first glance she was used to being pampered by a rich and noble family.

She's tyrannical, she's arrogant, she's domineering? What's the matter with the prince? She's a broken shoe discarded by the Prime Minister's Mansion?

What is this? The deity is Miss Lin's eldest lady, and these red, red, green and green are all annoying spirits born out of nowhere!

Murphy, she had never believed in the existence of paranormal events, and she had never thought that such a thing would happen to her. Murphy, Lin Murphy, the corners of his mouth suddenly crossed a hint of mockery. Murphy's Law, she is the one who has a prover. The legend of Nanlin Village made her, an archaeological graduate student with Lin blood in her veins, have a whimsical idea. I never thought of touching the entrance of the ancient tomb, and the sword rain burst out, thinking that I would return to heaven.

Is it fate? Everything that happens after realizing it is like this. As the sun sets, God knows that at this time, Murphy wants to find a place to sleep and wake up beautifully. What I saw was an old man with snowflake sparkling hair, returning to his grandfather's side. Or, even if you can't go back, at least like every time, such a scenario is just a dream, and it doesn't become a reality in a dream.

It's just a dream plot, but it's really real now.

Murphy's brow furrowed, and his hand dug into the flesh fiercely, his fingers deep.

The sky is so loving, how can she live up to it if she is reborn in another world? In this life, what about the arrogance of a short life? She will live a good life!