The wind was howling outside, the lamps in the house were like beans, and the silver filigree carbon in the octagonal jewel-studded brazier was about to burn out. Shen Miaolan was wrapped in an apricot-red Zhaojun set, sitting on the bed of thousands of workers, holding a white copper hand stove for fishing and farming, her undried hair was wet and draped on her shoulders, and her little face was pale from the cold.

She couldn't figure out why she had encountered such a bloody thing. And through the various good lives in the law of women and why Mary Sue has nothing to do with her, she will be cannon fodder as soon as she comes. Thinking about the despair and fear that had just been soaked in cold water, she couldn't help but shudder.

The original owner was first designed to frame his lover for a private meeting, and after being rescued by committing suicide by hitting the pillar, he was designed to commit suicide by throwing himself into the lake. What kind of grudge is this, such a heavy killer. Shen Miaolan rubbed the corners of her forehead wrapped in layers of white gauze, feeling a headache.

When he was in infinite depression, he suddenly heard the sound of bead curtains colliding. Shen Miaolan looked up and saw the lark entering the door with a small blue and white porcelain bowl. Seeing Miao Lan sitting on the edge of the bed, she hurriedly put the porcelain bowl aside and stepped forward to probe her forehead. The heat on his forehead had receded, and he was a little relieved. "Girl, the slave maid brought you ginger soup. Drink it hot to warm up. ”

The lark brought the porcelain bowl to Shen Miaolan and handed it over. Although there is no smile on the bright face, it is also heart-warming.

Although Shen Miaolan has been passing through for a few days, she can't help but sigh every time she sees this stunning maid. The eccentricity of the Creator. I can't help but wonder if the original owner is stupid, or too confident, and he actually put such a beautiful personal maid.

As soon as Miao Lan took the porcelain bowl, she heard the sound of the door opening, followed by a rush of footsteps. At the place where the bead curtain collided, a little girl hurriedly walked in with her frozen red hands.

It was none other than Yunying, the personal maid who was sent out by Shen Miaolan to find out the news.

"Girl, something is wrong. Yun Ying's face was anxious, and she couldn't breathe.

Miao Lan motioned to the lark to hand her the hand stove, "Warm your hands first, and speak slowly." ”

Yun Ying took the stove and held it in her arms, but the cold on her body did not subside. Thinking about what he heard, he couldn't help but shudder, pursed his mouth, and said, "Li Gongzi's family, it's gone." The sky on Yongxiang Street was burned red, and even the neighbors of the Li family were burned to the ground. The Li family, I'm afraid it's gone. ”

"What?" Shen Miaolan stood up suddenly, the porcelain bowl in her hand fell to the ground and shattered, and the maroon soup seeped into the brocade carpet spread on the ground. "Li Gongzi's family still has an elderly mother and a young sister who is not yet an adult, and they are all buried in the fire?"

Yun Ying nodded, looking sad.

Shen Miaolan sat on the bed in a dejected manner, only to feel that it was dark in front of her. What kind of entanglement of interests is there to be such a ruthless shot. If she hadn't crossed over, and the original owner Xiang Xiaoyu died, would the three innocent lives of the Li family be saved?

Originally, she didn't have a strong will to survive, but since her survival was at the cost of three lives. Naturally, she wants to live well.

Yun Ying cried slightly, "Originally, the second master promised the third girl to Li Gongzi, and he wanted to choose a day to get married after the New Year." But it's a pity that such a thing happened. ”

"You stupid melon, don't you even know why such a thing happened?" The lark is Yunying's own sister, and she stares at her sister with some hatred.

Yun Ying suddenly realized as if she had just woken up from a dream, and after a while, she wrinkled her eyebrows again. "This ...... This...... Shouldn't it be the second lady and the second girl who harm the girl? The third girl is a concubine, what are you fighting with the young lady?"

"The second lady, the second girl, and the third girl are all people in the second room. The third girl has been ambitious since she was a child, how can she be willing to marry a poor Jinshi. The lark helped Shen Miaolan to sit down on the soft couch near the window, and asked the little maid on duty at night to clean up the broken porcelain bowl. Only then did he continue, "The design girl and Li Gongzi are killing two birds with one stone. The girl's reputation was ruined, and the old lady's temperament naturally would not be tolerated, the crown princess position was vacant, and the concubine Niangniang had always been close to the second room, so the possibility of the second girl being able to take the position was greater. Li Gongzi was involved in this matter, and the third girl would not marry him again. As a concubine of the Hou Mansion, she can marry a noble concubine and enjoy glory and wealth. ”

Where did Yun Ying come up with so many twists and turns, her eyes widened in an instant, and she looked at her sister with an indifferent expression in disbelief. Shen Miaolan was also shocked, the peat house bucket was so dark! It was simply a little careless and shattered.

"Now that Li Gongzi's family has encountered an accident, wouldn't the girl be deceived out without proof!" Yun Ying rubbed her big round eyes depressedly, and her eyes turned red.

"The second room started quickly, and the little girl who came to pass the word that day was also said to have thrown herself into the well. Indeed, there is no proof of death. Shen Miaolan stroked her forehead and sighed, it was like the sky was going to kill her.

This night, except for Shen Miaolan, no one slept in Miaoxian's residence. She hadn't woken up until daylight.

When the fourth lady, Shen Yilan, came over early to see her sister, she saw her sleeping with her head covered. The corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, and he reached into the quilt and fished Shen Miaolan out.

Shen Miaolan is sleeping sweetly, you might as well have someone come to pull it. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he muttered, "I'm sick and made mistakes again, and I saved the morning and dusk." Let me sleep again. ”

"What do you sleep? If you like to sleep, you will go to Nanzhao to sleep. No one cares what you do. Shen Yilan pinched her waist with one hand, grabbed Shen Miaolan's ear with the other, and lifted her up.

As soon as he heard the word Nanzhao, Shen Miao came to his senses. "Grandmother is going to send me to Nanzhao?"

"Hmm. Yilan nodded, beckoned and ordered the lark to throw a hot handkerchief to clean Miaolan's face.

The old lady of the Marquis of Ningyuan is a native of Nanzhao, and her mother's family is still a relative of the emperor. The Nanzhao of Dayan is the Yunnan of later generations. The beautiful mountains and rivers made Shen Miaolan yearn for it. And I heard that the people of Nanzhao are civilized, and there is not a lot of red tape like the Central Plains. Heng Zhi is the daughter of the Hou Mansion, she is worry-free. If you can be sent to Nanzhao and live happily and freely, it will be a blessing in disguise.

Shen Yilan looked at her sister's eyebrows and eyes were faintly filled with joy, and couldn't help choking, "What, do you still want to go?"

Shen Miaolan nodded desperately, "I heard that Nanzhao is civil......ized."

"You don't have a chance," Shen Yilan interrupted her before Miaolan could finish speaking. "Li Xianzhi is not dead. ”

"What?" Shen Miaolan's eyes widened, and her face was even more joyful. What a day of joy and sorrow!

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