But I think it's the same with that uncle, who never cared about her. Otherwise, she would not have sent a word of condolences to her in the past seven years.

Their attitude is also related to the parents of the original ancient painting fan.

Her uncle is the prince of the country, so her mother doesn't need to think about it to know that she is a noble daughter. It's just that later he didn't marry a rich kid who was in the right household, but married a poor scholar.

Her uncle strongly objected, but eventually forced her mother away.

Memories before the age of five are always good, she has a mother and father who doted on her, and an older brother who loved her.

Although her brother is five years older than her, he can always play with her. In her heart, she must marry a husband who loves her like his brother in the future.

Anyway, fate always makes people, and the birthday of the fifth year old is also the time when dreams are broken.

Later memories are the lonely times when she was in Qingyan Nunnery. For seven years, she had never seen outsiders, and she had never seen the outside world.

Now, my aunt suddenly asked her to go home, and I don't know what happened.

It's just that what everyone doesn't know is that the original ancient painting fan has long since disappeared. She's just a lonely soul from another world. From now on, she will live on the dead ancient painting fan.

After a long time, the road gradually became smoother, no longer bumpy, and there were many voices around him, as well as the sound of selling. I think it's in town.

The little girl opened his mouth and said, "Ancient girl, Woyu City has arrived, let's find a teahouse to rest first."

Gu Huafan opened his eyes and said softly, "Hmm."

The little servant drove the carriage forward for some distance before stopping.

The ancient painting fan knew that the teahouse had arrived, so he got up and lifted the curtain.

The little girl jumped out of the carriage and said while carrying the stepping stool: "Ancient girl, this is close to the imperial city, and it will take less than a day to arrive." Let's have some tea here, girl. Miss Gu slowed down. ”

The ancient painting fan moved lightly and stepped out of the car, and looked up at the three big characters of 'Yanyu Building' on the plaque.

The font is vigorous and powerful, but it is a little wanton and chic. The person who writes should be extraordinary.

Thinking so, the ancient painting fan walked inside.

Just walked in the door. Xiao Er came up, and it was really like the TV show, with a white scarf on his shoulders and sleeves rolled up, looking diligent.

"Guest officer, inside, please, what do you want, just command, command..."Xiao Er looked at the beautiful face of the ancient painting fan, and was a little distracted, and asked in a daze.

The little brother who drove the car followed behind the ancient painting fan, and when he saw this, he strode forward, blocking the sight of one or two, and said a little coldly: "There is a hard work, come with food, hurry up."

The little two were awakened by the little brother's voice, and quickly lowered his head, answered with a red face, and turned his back to the two of them, and said, "The guest officer comes with me."

Then go straight ahead. Led them into a cubicle, and then gave instructions to the back kitchen.

The ancient painting fan looked at the little brother who looked like a calf in front of him, and smiled silently.

While walking, I looked at this teahouse, it is quite simple and simple structure, a total of two floors, mostly decorated with light blue curtains, elegant and pleasant. The air does not smell of big fish and meat, but an inexplicable fragrance. While she was looking at the teahouse, most of the guests in the teahouse were also looking at her.

They all had amazing expressions. It's no wonder, because the face of the ancient painting fan is indeed worthy of the word amazing.

The arrangement of the compartments is also extremely elegant. The ancient painting fan walked to the window and looked down, the lively street was extremely prosperous. It symbolizes the prosperity of the country.

Seeing the little guy standing aside respectfully, the ancient painting fan said softly: "This little brother, I don't know if I can tell my name."

When the little guy heard this, he squinted and smiled, and said, "The slave's name is An Deyang."

"That's a good name." The ancient painting fan praised. It's really good, it's not like in the TV series, it's called Ah Fu and Gui. At least have a surname and a first name.

An Deyang scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "The girl praised it."

"Don't mind telling me your age." The ancient painting fan sat on the soft stool with a skirt, looking at An Deyang and smiling slightly.

Wushuang's face does not look immature because of his young age, on the contrary, there is a pure beauty. At this time, it is even more brilliant.

An Deyang's eyes were dazzled by that smile, and he realized that he shouldn't be staring at the ancient painting fan, so he quickly lowered his head, but his face turned red involuntarily.

"Slave, the slave will be sixteen years old after these three months." An Deyang said embarrassedly.

The ancient painting fan smiled slightly, looking at the bustling street with people coming and going downstairs. Sixteen years old, a vigorous age, it's good. In modern times, he is just a middle school student, carefree. My dream since I was a child is to be a professional actor, and I have always forced myself to practice my talent hard and strive for all-round development. I even practiced taekwondo for the coordination of my body. But he was still killed by someone.

When she opened her eyes and learned that she had come to this other world, she really felt lost for a moment. I don't know where to go from now on. Seven years ago, there was no clue or clue at all, where to start?

After a few careful thoughts, it finally turned into a silent sigh.

An Deyang saw the ancient painting fan for a long time and did not speak. So he looked up at her cautiously, but saw that the beauty's eyes were slightly drunk, her brows were slightly frowned, and she seemed to have a thousand distresss and sorrows.

An Deyang didn't know what kind of troubles made her so sad, and she just wanted her to resolve it as soon as possible. Along the way, her grace and clarity made him worry about a young lady for the first time. She grew up in Qingyan Nunnery, which has no quarrel with the world, and now that she has entered the deep pool of tiger's den-like Guogong Mansion, how should she deal with herself?

The room was silent for a while, and a deep and depressed breath flowed. Until Xiao Er came and knocked on the door.

"Guest officer, your meal is ready, can you bring it in?" Xiao Er's voice sounded outside the door.

An Deyang glanced at the ancient painting fan, saw that she was still looking at the window in a daze, walked to the door and opened the door, stretched out his hand to take the meal, and said softly to Xiao Er: "Little Second Brother, I'll bring it in, don't bother you."

When Xiao Er heard this, he just smiled and said, "Well, you can use it slowly." Command something. "Turn around and walk away.

An Deyang closed the door, put the food on the dining table, and whispered to the ancient painting fan: "Ancient girl, let's eat."

Gu Hua Fan came back to his senses, looked at the food on the table, and suddenly felt that he had no appetite to eat.

looked up at An Deyang, who was standing respectfully on the side, and said, "Brother An, you are also tired for a day, and you have been standing for so long, so sit down and eat together." And you don't have to treat me as a lady, although I have a relationship with the Guogong Mansion, but after all, I'm just an ordinary person who has just come out of the nunnery. You don't have to be so reserved. ”