Feixue was urged by the wind and cold, and finally sat in the coffin unwillingly.

Therefore, after the third day of the third month of March, in such a fresh and comfortable weather, the coffin on the wheeled car, which is not unfamiliar, and the woman on the coffin who should have been buried in the loess a long time ago, have once again become the most eye-catching scenery in Fengyun City;

Despite the dull sound of the wheels rolling over the ground, the noisy chattering of the people still continued to reach Feixue's ears, sharp, mean, disdainful, and sarcastic......

However, these are not enough to make Feixue take it to heart, what really makes her care and puzzled is that she is next to the coffin, wearing a light purple dress, and giving birth to an extremely handsome girl ring - burial heart!

Funeral heart is by no means as simple as an ordinary girl in the palace, about this, Feixue only needs a glance to conclude that the kind of coldness and indifference to the killer temperament on her body, even if she hides it well, for Feixue, who has experienced too much wind and rain in her previous life, she can be easily insightful.

It's just, it's just a simple return to the door, why did Feng Qinghan send such a person to follow her, Zhao Mansion, what is worthy of his such precautions, perhaps, what is the original owner of this body worthy of his such careful treatment?

The wind is cold, waste wood? Feixue moved the corners of his mouth almost imperceptibly, I am afraid that those who gave him this name are the real waste materials......

After a few thoughts, the wheeled cart with the coffin slowly stopped in front of the gate of the Zhao Mansion.

"Princess, it's here!"

Breaking Feixue's contemplation, Fuxin stretched out his hand to her faintly.

"Ah, I'm going to fall asleep!" Feixue stretched her waist and jumped down with ease as soon as she threw her hand at the funeral heart.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

At this time, the accompanying guards had already knocked on the door of the Zhao Mansion first.

With a little effort,

The door "squeak! With a sound of being pulled away, a young man in Tsing Yi walked out of the courtyard with a bow, looking at the palace guard with a knife with a cold expression, he was slightly stunned, and then asked suspiciously: "My lord, who are you?" ”

"Today is the day of our princess's return."

When the words fell, the guard turned to the side, took two steps back, and arched his hand: "Princess, please!" ”

"Little, miss, you, you, really?" Although the news of Feixue's resurrection from the dead had already spread throughout Fengyun City, for these Zhao family members who had witnessed her death, their feelings were somewhat exciting and complicated.

"What's wrong with me? Isn't it good that your young lady is still alive? ”

"The little one doesn't dare, the little one will go and report to the lord and the lady, miss, you wait here for a while!" The little guy bowed down and turned around to leave, but he didn't want to be stopped by the flying snow.

"Wait a minute!" Feixue strode forward, "Could it be that I have to stand and wait at the door when I go back to my mother's house?" Take me directly to the Lord and Mrs. ”

She doesn't have time to rub around here, not to mention that she was still paid a "heavy responsibility" by Feng Qinghan, even if she didn't, according to her money-loving personality and the fact that the Zhao family forced the original owner to die, Feixue would not give a good face when she returned to the door.

"But?" The little guy is obviously very embarrassed.

Feixue's eyebrows furrowed, and the doubts in her heart became deeper and deeper, this Zhao Mansion?

"But what? The words of the three princesses, do you dare to disobey? Isn't this Zhao family more than the rules of the palace? ”

"Little ......"

Just when the little guy was being buried and drunk, I didn't know what was good, and an excited female voice that made Feixue goosebumps came through the air.

"Xue'er, mother's baby daughter, are you really back?"