"Your Highness said that you can't move away, if you move away, then there is no place for you to stay in Beijing, after all, Beijing is full of His Highness's informants, he can make you can't get along in Beijing, as for returning to Xizhou, if you are not afraid of going up the mountain alone and meeting bandits again, then go back early!" Chang Feng retold it truthfully word by word.

"It's... This..."An Yiran was dumbfounded when she heard this, and wanted to refute but was speechless.

This is simply an overlord clause, An Yiran's whole heart is trembling at the moment, and now she is afraid that she will get into big trouble, and she has nowhere to hide.

The most fearful thing in life is to encounter this kind of domineering and unreasonable powerful and evil forces.

After all, this Nanyue is the world of the Song family, and she just happened to crash into the tiger mouth of the Song family's sister-in-law, this time she can't get out no matter what!

Who called her unlucky and didn't know Huizhu? Because of his recklessness, he rushed the wolf, and as a result, the wolf showed his true colors and jumped up and took a big mouthful.

Now she can only admit that she is unlucky, and endure this breath to accept all kinds of unreasonable strongmen from him.

After lunch, An Yiran began a long process of copying books, and the "Female Virtue" was full of provisions that bound women, which were more stringent than the books that her eldest brother required her to memorize.

Although this world requires women to abide by the rules and keep to themselves, she is free and unrestrained by nature, and she still does not approve of some of the contents of the book.

Now, she had to complete the orders given by the noble overlord, and if she didn't complete these tasks, she was afraid that she would suffer even more in the future.

An Yiran instantly regretted that she was reckless and went into Beijing alone, although she was often messing around at home and was harshly scolded by her eldest brother, but she still accommodated her, and she was reluctant to let her do the hard work, but now she not only has to do hard work, but also copy and memorize such a difficult book.

After An Yiran complained sadly, she still cheered up, spread the pen, ink, paper and inkstone prepared for her by Chang Feng, and then sharpened the ink and copied the complicated book of "Female Virtue", and memorized it silently in her heart while copying.

She has been learning basic witchcraft from her mother since she was a child, and often needs to memorize long lists of spells, so she has practiced it since she was a child, and she can recite it smoothly.

After the end of the day, she continued to copy the book without stopping, and the room was so quiet that only the sound of a brush sliding on rice paper remained.

She felt that she hadn't copied books so quietly for a long time, and now the handwriting she wrote seemed a little rusty, but fortunately, her calligraphy skills were not bad, and the font she wrote was beautiful and powerful, neat and appreciative.

An Yiran has been copying from the end of the afternoon to the late night, and she has not stopped writing, she is engrossed in the pen, and her wrist is already a little numb, but she doesn't want to stop, she just wants to finish copying early, she even ignores dinner, and she doesn't have the heart to fill her stomach at all.

It was not until late in the night that she finished copying the book, and stretched her waist lazily, only then did she feel hungry.

Su Qianli went to Yuguan Nunnery to give porridge today, and she had to come back tomorrow, she was hungry and could only rely on herself, but at this time, the sky outside the house looked dark and terrifyingly silent.

She was a little frightened in her heart, and after the end of the wind, she went to Beijing to do errands, and before she returned, she was left alone in this huge suburb of Beijing, which couldn't help but make people feel hairy.

But now she was so hungry that her stomach was rumbling, and if she didn't look for some food to fill her stomach, she was afraid that she would faint from hunger and no one would notice.

In desperation, she could only muster up the courage, take out the self-defense knife she carried in her suite, and carefully open the door and step out of the house.

There was a dark silence in the courtyard outside the house, and the faint white moonlight was projected from the night sky, faintly shining on the small stone path in the courtyard, and the crescent moon in the air was like a hook, surrounded by sparse stars, appearing alone.

The breeze blew slightly, and the shrill chirping of Xia Chan came from the branches, and everything seemed a little desolate in such an empty night.

An Yiran was bold, quickened her pace and ran straight in the direction of the dining room, not daring to look away at all, just staring at the path ahead.

At the moment when she was about to step into the dining room, she was keenly aware of a flickering man's breath in the distance behind her, and she was afraid that she did not dare to look back, so she rushed into the dining room in a panic, lit a candle, and hurriedly closed the door.

She comforted herself in her heart: maybe it was a delusion.

But having practiced basic witchcraft, she actually knew in her heart that the breath she had just felt was not an illusion, but a real person passing by, which reminded her of the night when she first arrived here, when a dark night person passed by the window of the wing room where she lived.

In her moment of panic, her stomach rumbled unseasonably, and she remembered that she had come to the dining room to forage for food, and she instantly put her fear behind her, and defeated her fear with hunger.

She used the existing ingredients in the dining room, and learned to make a bowl of clear soup noodles for herself according to the cooking lady in Anfu on weekdays, thinking that she could fill her stomach without caring about the result.

When she boiled the water in the pot on the stove and raised the spoon to prepare it underneath, the wooden door of the dining room was suddenly slowly pushed open from the outside.

An Yiran's sense of hearing and smell is already very sensitive, and she can detect a little movement, at this time she was a little panicked, and once again remembered that she just stepped into the dining room and felt the breath of a man rushing behind her, she panicked and guessed that it might be the man in black who broke into the courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing last night, maybe he took advantage of the fact that she was the only one in the courtyard tonight, and broke in again to plot against her.

An Yiran tried her best to suppress her panic, slowly closed the crown of the kettle to the mouth of the pot, and walked lightly to the back of the door, holding the big spoon in her hand, holding her breath, and waiting for the man in black outside the house to break in.

She had secretly planned in her mind that as soon as the man in black broke into the dining room, she would pick up the spoon in her hand and smack the man's head, so that he would have no chance to resist, and she would take the opportunity to escape again.

As she cowered vigilantly behind the door, the wooden door of the dining room was completely pushed open by someone outside.

An Yiran's heart jumped out in shock, she didn't say a word, she didn't see anything clearly, she stepped forward and slammed it on the back of the head of the uninvited guest.

She kept her eyes closed due to fear, and she didn't dare to open her eyes to look at this uninvited guest, at this time she only knew that her life would be lost if she was not careful.

As soon as he stepped into the dining room, the man was slammed on the back of the head by An Yiran, and instantly felt that his eyes were full of stars, and he reflexively shouted: "Ah! ”。

He raised his hand to touch the wound on the back of his head, and he felt a large swollen bag, which ached faintly as soon as he touched it.

An Yiran kept her eyes closed, and when she wanted to knock again, when she heard the familiar scream, she quickly opened her eyes to look at the person, but she was even more frightened, and she found that the person who had just been knocked on the back of her head was Song Moyu!

An Yiran was so frightened that she took a few steps back, quickly threw down the "murder weapon" in her hand, and looked at Song Moyu with a guilty face who was caressing the back of her head with a painful expression.

"Temple... Your Highness, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! An Yiran hurriedly waved her hand and explained, she felt that she was really in trouble now, not only had the previous charge of speaking disrespectfully to him, but also the charge of violence against him this time!

Although she really wanted to beat him up, she would never dare to be so blatant, people are under the roof, saving their lives is the most important thing, and they can only think about this kind of thing.

With Song Moyu's current approach to retribution to her, I am afraid that after tonight, her life in this courtyard will be even more difficult, and he will definitely make a big fuss about it, give her more problems, and take the opportunity to torture her fiercely.

"Are you trying to take revenge?" Song Moyu endured the pain in the back of his head, frowned, glared at her fiercely, and crusaded indifferently.

"No, it's not! Your Highness, please believe me, even if you borrow ten guts from me, I don't dare to hurt you, just because I was too scared! Mistakenly thinking you're a thief, that's why you're hurting by mistake! An Yiran tried her best to argue for herself, leaned down and picked up the big spoon that fell on the ground, her body stayed in place and didn't dare to move at all, and she waited for Song Moyu to scold her with low eyebrows.

Besides, who told you to sneak in without saying a word? You deserve to be beaten!

An Yiran cursed indignantly in her heart, of course she didn't dare to say it to her face, after all, she had offended him again just now, and she didn't have the courage to talk back again!

"This king's Beijing suburb courtyard has always been very safe, how can there be thieves?" Song Moyu narrowed his eyes and stared at An Yiran's panicked face, questioning.

"It's true! I... A few days ago, I found that the man in black haunted the window of the wing where I lived, and when I chased him out, I couldn't find anyone, but I was still sure that it was the man in black, and I was different from ordinary people in this aspect, I used ....." An Yiran nervously pulled the big spoon in her hand, and suddenly stopped when she talked about the last paragraph.

Because my mother told me that witchcraft should only be used in times of danger and emergency, and that the witchcraft on my body should not be exposed, otherwise it would lead to death.

Therefore, she still didn't have the courage to tell Song Moyu the truth, she was stunned for a while, and continued to explain in a calm tone: "I used my keen insight to find the shadow of the man in black flickering. ”

Song Moyu stared at An Yiran's clear eyes with half-believing eyes, and from her expression, she didn't seem to be lying.

He suddenly remembered that Su Qianli had also mentioned that there were occasional traces of black-clothed people breaking into this Beijing suburb courtyard in the middle of the night, so it seemed that An Yiran was right, and she said that she had keen insight, and he also believed it.

After all, she is the daughter of a witch mother who was once used by the royal family, and she must have been exposed to witchcraft since she was a child, and practicing witchcraft requires a keen insight first.

But what he couldn't figure out was: how could his villa, which was hidden in the suburbs of Beijing, have men in black break in several times? And what is the purpose of this man's incursion?

Song Moyu felt faintly uneasy in his heart at this time.

He suddenly had a bold guess that the man in black might not have come for money, but to spy on and monitor his movements, with the purpose of seizing his handle, so that he would sue him in front of his father, so that he would completely lose the possibility of winning the throne.

After all, the fact that he brought Su Qianli, the Beiluo singer, back to Nanyue Jingzhong had already spread in the palace, and all kinds of rumors that were unfavorable to him were flying all over the sky, so that now the people in the market are spreading his romantic deeds everywhere.

And he was not unaware that all this was the handiwork of his ambitious imperial brother, with the aim of bringing him down so that he could successfully ascend to the throne of the prince......