On the winding and quiet ancient road, an ordinary horse-drawn carriage is driving. The sound of horses' hooves trampling and the rolling of wheels came out slowly, startling one bird after another.

The chariot was driven by a young man dressed as a small man, who was now wielding a whip and driving the horse at a gallop.

"Driving—"

The horse was in pain and ran fast. In March, the midday sun was already a little hot. The little guy was already sweating, but he still didn't dare to slack off and drive the carriage.

At this time, a clear and melodious female voice came from the curtain behind the little girl: "This little brother, you don't have to be so anxious, there is still some time before the deadline given by your aunt, and you don't have to be too eager."

The little girl grinned when she heard this, her voice was a little green, and she said, "Ancient girl, although there are still two days left in the deadline given by the Duchess of the Kingdom, this ancient road is rugged and remote, so it's better to hurry up." Otherwise, it's not good to get into trouble. To put it mildly, Gu girl, you haven't been in the house I don't know that the Duchess of Guo is not very good-tempered, if you delay the time to return to the house, the slave is nothing, anyway, you are often punished, but the Gu girl, I'm afraid that the Duchess of Guo will be embarrassed, so the slave still hurry up the car, so as to save unnecessary trouble. ”

The female voice behind the curtain was silent for a while, and then there was a voice that was warmer than just now: "Thank you, little brother."

"No thanks, no thanks, a slave is a rough man, and he can bear the girl's thanks." The little guy grinned, a little green, a little silly.

The female voice in the curtain came again, "However, don't worry, the Duchess is the aunt of the painting fan, and she must not be too embarrassed to paint the fan." You don't have to be so anxious, this horse doesn't eat or drink for a long time, and if there is a teahouse in front of you, stop and rest. ”

The little guy scratched his head, smiled embarrassedly, and said, "Yes, the ancient girl is the niece of the lady, and she must not be embarrassed by her, but the slave is too worried."

The female voice in the curtain smiled softly, and then said no more.

The carriage drove lonely on the ancient road, driving away.

Inside the car, a woman in plain clothes was lying reclining, slender and petite. Looking at the figure, she is a girl who has not yet grown up. Three thousand green silks hung softly on the soft collapse and grew to the calves. The head is only slightly decorated with an ice-colored hairpin. At this time, she was lying on the table, her arms supported her rounded chin, her cherry mouth was slightly pursed, and above her upturned nose, she had a pair of big Danfeng eyes, her thick eyelashes flickering, and the corners of her eyes were slightly raised. Typical ancient beauty molds. Only those two sword eyebrows added a heroic spirit to her. At this time, she was holding a water glass, stunned. The eyes don't blink, but if you look closely, they are not in focus. His brows furrowed slightly, as if he was annoyed.

Her name is Gu Hua Fan, she just passed the preliminary round of the 2016 art examination, and when she was going home full of joy to prepare for the rematch, God gave her a big joke. She came across a robbery. Oh, isn't it just a robbery, look at how my invincible young beautiful girl plays the same as in the TV series, fancy subduing you, she used the maximum potential of her body to fight the gangsters for 300 rounds......

Well, she admitted, she was killed. Before she died, she was still thinking,, TV series are all lies, Nima is really stabbing this beauty with a knife. Please note that this beauty is also a beautiful woman, whether you want to be so ruthless, it's too unreasonable, she's only twenty years old, and it's over like this, no reason, no reason, no reason, no reason......

And then, she si!

This made her very sad.

And then, she woke up again!

Huannima was salvaged from the pond!

When she woke up, she had a lot of memories in her head, and those unfamiliar memories that didn't belong to her flooded in. As she slowly digested those memories, her first thought was that she had been resurrected in the same name as her.

She is also called the ancient painting fan.

From memory, she knew that the girl had died because she had jumped into the flower pond herself.

In my memory, she was a girl who was quiet and very cold to people, just because she was sent to this nunnery called Qingyan Nunnery since she was five years old. I stayed for seven years.

Now she is only twelve years old.

Well, she didn't know much about the outside world, and the only reason why she was so determined to jump off the flowerpond was a huge change when she was five years old.

A five-year-old child can't keep a complete memory, she only has that day, her birthday, in her mind. Her brother, who was five years older than her, frolicked with her, her gentle mother and kind father, and the sweet candy and loving birthday wishes. But suddenly there was the light of the fire, the ruins of the walls, and the charred corpses. Those sentences, desperate and helpless screams, filled her mind all the time. From that day on, she had no family, no home. He was sent to this cage-like nunnery. At a young age, she has already been tormented by countless nightmares, and her heart has already been full of holes. just wanted to follow her family, yes, on her birthday, she resolutely jumped off the flower pond.

The memory came to an abrupt end.

The ancient painting straightened up, buried his head deep in his knees, and groaned in pain.

Her head hurts, and she doesn't want to recall that terrible memory anymore, but every time that memory always comes out involuntarily.

Such painful memories made her adult soul in another world a little unbearable, let alone a child who had been tormented by memories for seven years from the age of five. I'm afraid that the dead ancient painting fan must have been depressed and died of pain.

The ancient painting fan slowly raised his head, his immature face looked unusually pale, and sweat oozed from his smooth forehead.

After a long time, he exhaled a long breath of turbidity, and the mood of the ancient painting fan calmed down a little.

Only from the moment she came here, she could always feel an irrepressible hatred in her heart, which could always sway her mind, which was the resentment left by the previous master

Ancient painting fan, how hateful you are, how resentful, even if you die, the resentment still lingers.

But don't worry, although I am not the original you, but now I have taken your body and become you. From now on, you and I will be one, I will live well for you, and I will find the murderer, avenge you, and avenge me.

Killing innocent people is a punishment for everyone!

The ancient painting fan slowly leaned against the soft collapse, relaxing his heart and thinking about the current situation. I think the so-called aunt doesn't like her either. Otherwise, I wouldn't have sent just a little guy to pick her up.