From the information received from the brain just now, although the original owner has the same name and surname as herself, she is only twelve years old, and she can't help but be weak.

Although the original owner was a young lady born to the mother of the head of the Hou Mansion, she lived a life of disgust and abandonment after her mother died.

The following year, after her cheap father forcibly promoted Aunt Yun in the house to be a flat wife, the eldest daughter born by the original aunt became Miss Yan, and she could only be relegated to the second miss.

And there is also a second lady in name.

Because there was a gap between this matter and her biological father, she has been even more silent since then, and her cheap father can only let it go.

Based on Yan Ying's analysis, this should also be indispensable to Aunt Yun's warm nephrite pillow wind.

Yun Yishu, the current head of the Hou Mansion, even used an excuse to put her in a small courtyard and let them fend for themselves.

So over the years, the master and servant have lived a life of starvation and ragged clothes.

Today is the death day of the original owner's biological mother, she was crying quietly by the lotus pond, and suddenly her back fell into the water with a fierce push.

Waking up again is the beginning of the scene.

Forget it, if you come here, you will be safe, and then you will slowly figure it out in the future, right? Yan Ying's whole body was thrilled after making up her mind.

Yan Ying, who continued to walk in front for a while, began to notice her clothes, although they were brand new fabrics.

But it is by no means the fabric that Miss Hou Fu should wear, because it is too rough.

It's not even a soft cotton cloth, and it's a bit cutting on her body, and Yan Ying is still a little uncomfortable.

Ziyue looked at her young lady pulling the corner of her clothes with a disgusted face, and a trace of sadness flashed on her face, like a child who had done something wrong.

He lowered his head and said, "Miss, this is the new clothes that the house issued to the slaves and maids last year, and the slaves and maids have not been in the water yet." ”

"This is the best clothes for the slave and maid, because of the hurry, the slave and maid did not have time to go to the lady's house to find clothes, and the slave and maid were afraid that the lady would find out, in that case, the slave and maid would not be able to leave the house."

After explaining, Ziyue's voice became quieter and quieter, with a cringe-grudging grievance, I don't know if it was because of herself or because of Yan Ying.

Yan Ying immediately shook her head, stretched out her hand like a chicken claw and put it on Ziyue's shoulder, and said in a low voice as low as possible, "I'm not disgusted with this dress. ”

Yan Ying paused for a moment and asked, "How do you know that you brought me clothes?" ”

Only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one not be defeated, let alone in this unfamiliar place.

Yan Ying felt that it was always wrong to be cautious, she didn't want to sell it to others, and she helped people count the money.

Ziyue lowered her head and said in horror: "When I came out to look for Miss, I passed by the front hall and heard someone secretly talking, saying that even the second miss could come back alive.

I'm afraid and don't dare to cross the street naked and go back to the Hou Mansion, it's still a dead end. ”

Yan Ying nodded thoughtfully, this era is estimated to be relatively conservative, if she wears a belly pocket to swagger through the market, I am afraid that one person can drown in a mouthful of foam.

"Can you see the man who said this?"

A trace of horror flashed on Ziyue's face, and she hurriedly shook her head and denied: "The slave only heard the voice, but never saw the person clearly, and the voice was noisy at that time, and the slave and maid were worried about the safety of the young lady, so they didn't hear it clearly, let alone see people." ”

Yan Ying didn't want to delve into it, it was important to return to the Hou Mansion openly now, otherwise it would be difficult to move an inch here without any money.

And this is still a hierarchical society, without a mother's family, there is no place for oneself.

Even if you have the courage to go to the end of the world with a sword, you don't have that condition.

After sorting out the ins and outs, Yan Ying said with a lost face: "I have been soaking in the lotus pond for too long in the afternoon, and now my memory is not very good, do you want to see if I have any good friends?" ”

Yan Yingyuan also thought that the good friends of the Hou Mansion's daughters were generally from high-ranking families, so how could they borrow decent clothes or a sedan chair and go home happily together.

Then a good friend helped to whitewash the peace, and he could have survived the catastrophe with a diorama.

Ziyue tilted her head and thought for a moment, shook her head very sincerely and said, "Miss likes to be quiet, she has always been alone, and she has never had friends. ”

Yan Ying pointed to her nose and said angrily: "I like to be quiet? ”

"Yes! The young lady does not go out of the door on weekdays, even if it is a social scene on some scenes, the lady will only take the eldest lady and the third lady there. ”

The more she talked about it, the more she whispered, as if she was afraid that she would irritate her own young lady because of these things.

"I don't have any friends, do I? There's always a relative, right? My grandma, grandpa, uncle, aunt or something, right? Yan Ying has already thought of a way to settle for the next best thing.

Doesn't it mean that all are prosperous? If I go back in the middle of the night without covering my clothes, the people in my grandmother's family shouldn't sit idly by.

Yan Ying's good dreams haven't started yet.

I heard Ziyue's inaudible sigh, and finally dared to reach out and touch Yan Ying's forehead and said, "Isn't Miss scared?" ”

Yan Ying was full of excitement: It can't be that she doesn't even have her mother's family, what kind of lady is this Houfu.

What about the right door? What about the good Feihuang Tengda?

After Ziyue was sure that Yan Ying did not have a fever, she was obviously relieved, and then explained.

"Miss, you have forgotten that your grandfather is in the south, and this is Kyoto, thousands of miles away, I am afraid that it will be beyond the reach of the whip."

Yan Ying hid her face and cried: After going around for a long time, it still can't be dissolved by far water.

Ziyue said and glanced at her young lady worriedly, and the young lady was still thin and thin.

But Ziyue felt that something was wrong, but what was wrong, Ziyue couldn't say it for a while.

Xu is the young lady who didn't talk much before, and sometimes the young lady didn't say a word for a month.

Now the young lady is finally willing to speak, although what she says is the same as that of the duck and the duck.

But as long as the young lady is willing to speak, it is a good thing, Ziyue silently cheered herself up in her heart.

After listening to the little girl's words, Yan Ying is really cold from the same head to the feet, doesn't this Miss Hou Fuyan know how to live a more publicized life?

Isn't this freshness and refinement pushing her to death?

The living will be suffocated to death.

The wind was whining all around, and the shadows of trees and grass were flying wildly in the wind.

Yan Ying looked at her own shadow on the ground and remembered the sentence: Your shadow is a bow, you can pull it by yourself, and you can pull it very full, very full.

You can also stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

Yan Ying shook her thin arms and legs to cheer herself up, even if I am a village girl, even if I put on a sack, I am the most beautiful village girl.

Yan Ying, who had already drunk several bowls of chicken soup for herself, thought that when she was on the move, it would be better to go down the mountain first.

There is a cloudy wind here, and there are dry thunders slashing down, which is still strange and scary to look at.

Yan Ying looked at the trembling little girl who was following her and asked dissatisfiedly, "Why are you a head taller than me?" ”

Ziyue looked confused: I have always been a head taller than you, I used to be taller, and this year, Miss has grown a lot taller.

But Ziyue still replied respectfully: "Miss, the slave maid is three years older than you.

You are only twelve years old, and the slave maid is already fifteen years old, and the young lady must be taller than the slave maid, and I think the lady is 、、、、、、 back then."

Before Ziyue finished speaking, a crow screamed eerily and flew low, with a black feather that was indescribably strange in the night.

Ziyue's legs trembled with fright, and she was still protecting Yan Ying's front like an eagle protecting a chicken.

But his legs trembled, and his eyes seemed to be tightly closed.

"Are you afraid?" Yan Ying saw Ziyue's expression and asked with interest.