In March of the twenty-fifth year of Wei Ming, the ancestral hall of the Wan family.

"Ding-ding-" The bell rang in a curling voice.

Wan Yan reflexively opened her eyes, and then looked around, it was a simple and simple monk's room, "Squeak-" The door was pushed open, "Who is it?" Wan Yan said alertly, "Girl, you are awake, hurry up and fast early." A girl dressed in an autumn-colored silk jacket with hanging buns walked in and placed a plate of pasta on the small table. Wan Yan squinted at it, ancient... Ancient costumes?monk's room?

This...... Why don't you cross over?

She is obviously the heir of the 21st century perfume family, and she "accidentally" fell into the valley during a medicine collection mission, how could she be here?

“...... Can you tell me where this is?" "Girl, this is the ancestral hall of the Wan family, and the slave is forsythia. Girl, you... It can't be a slouch, right?" Wan Yan crossed the forsythia and saw the calendar behind her.

"Wei Ming" "The first day of March 25"

Oh my God!

Suddenly, a memory clearly surfaced in Wan Yan's mind.

Wan Yan, the daughter of the prime minister of the Wei Ming Dynasty, was born to the mother of Mrs. Wan Yan, and died of hemorrhage on the day of childbirth, Wan Lichen, that is, the prime minister, discussed with the second wife Gu to send her to the Wan family ancestral hall, and kept filial piety for the Yan family for three years, and today, it is the day to return home.

Wan Yan did not grow up in the ancestral hall since she was a child, but after she was born, she was sent to Wu's mother's house, and was raised by Wu's mother, Wu's mother's father was a poor relative that Wan Lichen's grandfather recognized when he was an official.

In the twenty-second year of Wei Ming, Wu's mother went to Beijing to visit the Prime Minister's Mansion as usual, and Mingli returned to the second lady, so that night, the Gu family sent 8-year-old Wan Yan to the Wan family ancestral hall, and only pulled out a little girl who was two years older than her, which was Forsythia.

The two little girls depended on each other, survived a year, and finally, three years passed. Wan Yan put on her clothes, got out of bed, and smiled at Forsythia: "Forsythia, help me make up." ”

Prime Minister's Mansion, what are you looking forward to?

"Yanyan" is being reborn in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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