I began to count down the time every day, counting how many days I had left to live, and when I thought that I couldn't perform anything on the day of Qianlong's birthday banquet, everyone found out that I was a fake Lan Yun. What happened to the bullier? Whether it's to cut off my head, give me poisonous wine, or reward me with three feet of white silk.

I casually picked up a copy of "Song Ci" on the desk and rummaged through it. It's also strange to think about it, everyone says that Niu Hulu Lan Yun is a lady of all people, showing off her wisdom and being a good woman. But he also ran out secretly every day, and unknowingly fell in love with the seventeenth elder brother. But he was only fifteen years old, and he was already proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. But I'm twenty-six years old, and I don't even recognize the contents of the book. Anyway, I'm a college student in modern times! Ran here and became half illiterate. What's even more hateful is that he actually made me Niu Hulu Lanyun. Doesn't that just make me ashamed of myself?

I suddenly stood up and shouted, "No, I can't give up on myself, I want to learn, I want to struggle, I want to go back to 2019!" Jin Ruihan, you are the best! Come on! ”

I casually glanced at it and found Yongyan and Satsuki standing at the door. Startled, he took a step back and knocked down the mahogany stool behind him. I don't know how long he stood there, did I listen to what I said just now, Xiao Yue walked in, didn't dare to look up, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Xiao Yue originally wanted to tell Miss that Prince Jia was here, but ······"

Yongyan intercepted: "This king does not allow her to inform you, this king wants to take you to a place." ”

I stared at Yongyan, speechless.

Yongyan and I walked to the door, a carriage was parked, and a childish-looking little guy greeted him, who looked like he was only in his teens. Yongyan ignored it and jumped directly into the carriage. The little guy hurriedly knelt on the ground and made me a pedal. I stared at his back and thought to myself, everyone is flesh and blood, raised by his father and mother. How can you let others trample on it casually? I never had the courage to lift my feet up.

Yongyan sat on the left side of the carriage with half-squinted eyes, and saw that I hadn't moved for a long time, so he opened his eyes and looked at me, glanced at the little guy kneeling on the ground, and said coldly: "You have to get used to it." ”

In desperation, I closed my eyes, lifted my feet, got into the car, and sat down opposite Yongyan

"Dare to ask the fifteenth master, where are we going now?" I asked tentatively. Yongyan kept his eyes closed, as if he was asleep, and ignored me.

I first looked around the carriage, where the seats on both sides were covered with pure white soft fox fur, and the soft embroidered pillows were placed under the board, which was very comfortable to lean on. Looks like this Devil Fifteen is quite capable of enjoying it.

I leaned on the window and kept looking out, the streets of old Beijing were lined with shops, and people were all kinds of people coming and going. The speed of the carriage became faster and faster, and in a blink of an eye it had reached the suburbs where the trees were lined up, and seeing that there was nothing to see, he turned his head around. As soon as I turned my head, I couldn't help but be startled, I don't know when Yongyan turned his head over, and I didn't have the slightest alertness. When he turned his head, he was almost face to face with him, lips to lips. I was a little shy, and my face was unconsciously crimson and hot. I leaned back deliberately, carefully moving to the side to avoid his face.

Seeing that I moved away, Yongyan had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he also leaned back and said, "You are shy······"

I blushed, turned my head, and whispered, "Didn't you?" ”

He didn't ask any more questions, and he didn't say anything more. We are always speechless when we sit in each other, only occasionally our eyes wander, we will unconsciously look at each other, and then hurriedly avoid them.

With the bumpy carriage, my body also felt like it was shaking. Thinking that Hao Ren stayed in 2019, when I might not be able to go back, I was sitting in the same carriage with a man who looked exactly like him, but with a little more imperial domineering. The mottled memories have shattered the lovesick sky, there is nothing to hide, there is no plan to eliminate, the fatigue accumulated in the body is on the road of missing, the wandering hesitation of the virtual and the real, the torment of pain and loneliness, and the words become dead. Amorous verses, bribing a pale imagination, everything in the past still grows luxuriantly. Maybe God knows that I still love him, and I am reluctant to him, so I will deliberately arrange for me to meet him more than 200 years ago.

The carriage suddenly stopped suddenly, I didn't sit still, leaned forward, and almost fell, but fortunately Yongyan helped me in time and pulled me to sit next to him.

Yongyan lifted the curtain and looked in front of him, and asked loudly, "Why did you stop?" ”

"Back to the prince, the road ahead is blocked by a pile of stones, and it can't be crossed, so the slave will move it." The coachman replied.

Yongyan answered and jumped out of the carriage. I opened the curtain through a gap, looked at the pile of stones not far away, raised my eyebrows slightly, sighed softly, lowered the curtain, and continued to look around the carriage. Suddenly, I heard the sound of ping-pong banging outside the carriage, I lifted the curtain and looked out, but I didn't see Yongyan, and the sound of fighting was endless. My heart tightened, and I thought, "Could it be that Yongyan is in danger?" I jumped out of the carriage and felt numbness in the back of my neck, and fainted.

When I opened my eyes, my head was a little dizzy. A dull ache in the back of the neck. Finding myself lying on the straw-covered floor, I looked up and saw that the walls were yellowed and the corners were covered with large and small cobwebs. The clumsy spiders were also industriously weaving their webs to catch insects, the roofs were shining with light, the tiles were broken, and the windows were sealed with two wooden crossings. Looking out the window through the gap, there seemed to be no human habitation. Trees are forested and weeds are overgrown. There is no end in sight. Presumably, it has long been in disrepair and uninhabited, and has become an abandoned house. I continued to look around the room, and when I turned around, I saw a particularly luxurious and noble bed of fine rosewood lying horizontally by the wall behind me, somewhat similar to the one I had slept, the purple veil, the veil was scattered and opened, the autumn wind rose suddenly, and the cool breeze slowly blew in through the window, and the gauze curtain on the bed was blown up and down by the wind, and I looked at the bed through the gap between the veils and curtains. It's as if I saw a woman's delicate back.

I walked tentatively towards the bed, slowly lifting the veil, and a woman in a pink flag suit was lying with her back to me, a little thin, and a flag suit was extraordinarily wide. On the bed, there are two brocade embroidered quilts and a pair of mandarin duck pillows. In the corner of the head of the bed are two small rosewood boxes, which are filled with some daily necessities. I looked at what was in front of me and how out of place in the room. I was a little worried. I whispered, "Wake up, girl, where is this!" ”

The woman didn't react, my heart tightened, a little scared, hesitated, or reached out to touch her, her light body as a feather followed the direction of my hand strength, turned sideways, I followed the line of sight, looked at her face, suddenly my heart trembled, my face was blue, my hands and feet were numb, the blood was almost coagulated, and my heart seemed to be suffocating. It was as if a sharp knife had passed through my chest, and my body was a little unsteady on my feet, as if I was about to lean over, but a force behind me held me back.

I turned around in the direction of strength, it was Yongyan, no longer dressed in Qing Dynasty clothes, a white shirt with a black casual suit, and neat short hair instead of braids. It seems to be better-looking, and he hasn't lost his heroic face at all.

Xiaohan ······ I've had a hard time looking for you. ”

Xiao Han, he actually called me Xiao Han, so, is he ---- Hao Ren? I covered my eyes with my trembling hands, afraid that I was dreaming. It took a long time before I slowly moved away. A series of tears flowed silently from my sad and joyful face, and there was no crying at all, just let the tears continue to flow down.

Hao Ren took me into his arms, and it felt so real and warm. My hands became more and more forceful, I had some difficulty breathing, Hao Ren felt my discomfort, and slowly let me go, my crying eyes looked at his deep eyes, I didn't care to ask him how he came here, let alone interrogate him, who was the woman holding his arm? I turned to look at the delicate figure on the bed and asked with a slight trembling, "······Who is she?"

Hao Ren intercepted: "Niu Hulu Lan Yun." The person you impostor is now dead. ”

I died, and I fainted again with my excitement and nervousness. It feels like I'm floating in a dark river, painful and sad.

"Wake up, wake up, Niu Hulu Lan Yun, Niu Hu Lu Lan Yun." I opened my eyes weakly and looked at him with braids in front of me, wearing a navy blue robe, and a cold look in his eyes. I know that he is Yongyan. I looked up at the room, and everything was the same except for the bed, and my eyes fell to a certain corner, no longer walking, tears sliding down the corners of my eyes and flowing to my lips.

Seeing me like this, Yongyan was a little overwhelmed, "But what's uncomfortable?" Or ······" He paused, his tone flattened again, and continued, "Who died?" ”

I was startled at first, then my face returned to calm and flat, and I said, "I." Presumably I said the dream words when I was dreaming just now, and he listened to it, Yongyan looked at me with disgust and said, "If you don't want to escape again, then what you just did is not a dream." ”

I looked at Yongyan with a look of surprise on my face, and Yongyan straightened up and looked behind me. I turned my head and looked behind me, two masked men, standing with large knives in their hands, guarding the doorway. I let out a frightened "ah", jumped up, hid behind Yongyan, exposed half of my head, and asked tremblingly, "Who are they!" Are we being kidnapped? Won't it be torn apart?" he said, holding his hand around his arm.

Yongyan slanted his eyes and looked down at my hand, with a disdainful smile on his face: "Aren't you very bold?" Even the dignified prince of the Qing Dynasty dares to fight, and he is not afraid of things that lose his head, and he will be afraid of them? ”

I was angry and angry, and said angrily: "You bullied me, I beat you, that is legitimate defense, and it should be." But they're different! Look at their shape, their dress, their ····· And the knife in his hand, he doesn't look like a good person no matter how you look at it! How could it not be afraid! ”

The vocabulary I said was too modern, Yongyan obviously couldn't understand it, every word I said, to his ears, the expression on his face was disdain and disgust, he must have thought that I was not lightly ill, and he wanted to catch a doctor to heal me now.

"Shut up" he lengthened his voice in disgust, and I immediately clamped my lips tightly, deliberately opened my eyes wide, stared at him tightly, and did not forget to blink. Yongyan's disgusted eyes were overflowing, and I was about to speak again, but I hurriedly pointed at the man guarding the door with my finger and shouted, "Hey, you, you, you two." Call your boss out of here. I have something to say to him. ”

"What is it called, if you call it again, I will sell you to Changchun Pavilion" As he spoke, one of the big men came over with a knife. I shrank behind Yongyan in fright, and couldn't help but wonder a little, and asked in a low voice, "What is the place of Changchun Pavilion?" ”

Yongyan pursed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "Qinglou." I widened my eyes, gasped, and nodded at the big man, laughing. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he squinted at Yongyan and asked, "Have you been there!" Yongyan turned his head sharply, his eyebrows furrowed and glared at me, I suddenly realized that I had said the wrong thing, and only when I saw his aura and eyes did I remember that he was the prince and the future emperor of the Qing Dynasty. Even if I get out of here safely, I don't necessarily think he'll let me go. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in my heart.