The cloud-embroidered veil floated slightly, and a layer of light milky white smoke lazily rolled up......

A bewitching man was half-soaked in the water, his plain white silk robe was half-open, his delicate collarbones were natural, and his snow-white and strong chest was glowing with a cold light like cold jade. The extremely long green silk is half scattered into the water, the narrow eyes are half open, the eyes are a pure darkness, extremely bewildering, but also revealing a cold and treacherous, as if the god of the nine hells is bathing. Even the clear hot spring water seems to have a fishy glow.

That little girl was so disobedient that she dared to use her body's poisoning.

"Someone."

Father-in-law Yao, who was waiting outside the tent, couldn't help but tremble when he heard this gloomy and indifferent voice. I just saw Miss Yu go out, and she was still holding her head high, walking very vigorously, and her clothes and hair were wet again, presumably ...... Come on, after all, the master is happy. But now that I hear this, it seems that the master is still not very happy.

Lifted the curtain and walked to the hot spring, the pool was full of white smoke, and he faintly saw a hazy figure in front of the pool, and saluted respectfully, "Master Jin'an!" ”

I could hear the crisp sound of cups clashing, and then the familiar and extremely pleasant but cold and terrifying voice, "Call Haoyi back." ”

"Yes." Hurriedly make another salute, and then retreat to do what the master has explained.

The slender fingers that were as white as cold snow gently tapped on the cold jade platform one by one, and the man's delicate face was as cold as frost. Why is the girl so thin, and it feels even worse. He didn't like it very much.

......

Lingyun Pavilion.

"Ah Qiu..... Vomit! Ran Ziyu sat on the bed wrapped in a thick quilt, sneezed, dizzy, and the tip of his nose hurt.

"Miss! Where the hell have you been! Make it look like this! "Xinnu is very angry, obviously not in good health, and still running around. But I still boiled ginger soup in distress.

Cai Wei squatted beside the stove, concentrating on making the stove more prosperous. The young lady was shivering with cold, and I was afraid that she would tremble and get sick again.

Ah Yue went out with Ran Ziyu, and promised Ran Ziyu to keep it secret, but she didn't say anything about what Xin Nu asked her. So he was punished by Xinnu to squat on the corner of the wall and think about it. Ran Ziyu wanted to say a few words for Ah Yue, but he was scolded for his head and face.

"Why hasn't the White Divine Doctor come yet?" Xin Nu carefully fed Ran Ziyu ginger soup, but his eyes looked at the door from time to time.

Ran Ziyu wiped his nose with a handkerchief, and Fang felt more comfortable. "Minor illnesses and minor illnesses, don't bother with burning!"

"Miss!" Xin Nu shook his head helplessly, he looked like this, and he was still sick. Don't argue with her, put down the bowl and go twist the hot hand towel.

Ran Ziyu was about to throw the handkerchief for wiping his nose into the small bamboo basket next to the bed, but saw a bright blood red in the white handkerchief. Quietly hid the handkerchief in the quilt, took the hot hand towel and put it on his face, and raised his head high.

Every pore seems to be opened, and the heat infiltrates from the outside to the inside, which is very comfortable. "Cool!"

Sure enough, I shouldn't have gone to find that big demon, and after so much effort, I was actually infected with the wind cold. Fortunately, I kept an eye on it before I went, and ate a poison that I learned from the pharmacology of the Poison Sutra and spread it in the blood. Who is Xuanyuan Hao? The big demon who eats people and doesn't spit out bones, hiding poison? It's a dream. Dissolving the poison in the blood, he really didn't expect it. So he took advantage of the fact that he couldn't move, and slipped away in a grand manner.

If it hadn't been for poisoning him, maybe he wouldn't have come back now.

"Little Miss!" The door was pushed open, and a woman dressed as a third-class maid came in, it was Xiang'er from Jiyu Pavilion. After slowly saluting, a jade porcelain vase was presented.

"Little Miss is well! The second lady has been seriously ill recently, and the white god doctor can't pull out, so he sent Xiang'er over to deliver medicine to the little lady. ”

Ran Ziyu took the veil and felt refreshed.

Looking at the jade porcelain bottle in Xiang'er's hand, she smiled lightly, "Put it down, thank the second sister and the white divine doctor for me." Sinnu! ”

"Yes. Miss Xiang'er, please come with me. Xinnu led Xiang'er out and rewarded her with two pieces of silver. Xiang'er accepted it, said some kind words and left.

Cai Wei came over, pulled the cork at the mouth of the porcelain bottle, and wanted to serve the young lady to take medicine.

"Caiwei, throw this." Ran Ziyu said lightly: "This is not a blazing medicine. "How can there be a medicine bottle with such a delicate texture in Bai Zhuo.

"Huh?" Cai Wei was shocked, "Yes, yes!" "I really didn't expect to almost hurt Miss!

Looking at Cai Wei's nervous and scared appearance, Ran Ziyu smiled. "Okay, you all go out, I'm tired and want to rest for a while. Call me again at dinner. ”

"Got it, miss." Cai Wei took Ah Yue in the corner and went out together. Although the young lady went out this time, she fell into the water and suffered from the cold. But when I looked at it, I felt a lot better, and there was light in my eyes. That's nice! That's nice!

Ran Ziyu took out the bloody handkerchief, and Qiushui's big eyes were deep.

I really don't have much time, but I haven't found out the truth about the leakage of the Bishan battle map. She still wants to find out the truth, not for Xuanyuan Hao, not for herself, but for the real Ran Ziyu, who has lived for more than ten years in her body, and should help her mother Zhaoxue.

But how many days do you have left to live?

It's time to force Ran Shicang. Xinnu told her everything he knew, but it wasn't enough. Propping himself up, he threw the handkerchief into the stove with a flick of his hand......

Soon it will be the day of the wedding, according to the rules handed down by the ancestors, the daughter who wants to marry must first go back to her home to worship the ancestors, meet the patriarch, and ask the patriarch for blessings.

Ran Ziyu couldn't figure it out, if his family was too far away? Or in the midst of displacement and not knowing where her family is, will the woman not be able to marry for life? Fortunately, the Ran family's home is not far away.

When the news reached the Ran family's own family, the family sent an elder to send a piece of jade. suddenly proposed that since Ran Ziyu was going to become the daughter of the crown princess, she should write her name into the genealogy.

After all, Mrs. Nangong has never been on the genealogy from beginning to end, let alone her daughter. For so many years, it has been forgotten since birth. Now because of the identity of the crown princess, she has to write her name into the genealogy. Didn't she teach her to replace her mother with Mrs. Si?

There were already more than a dozen chariots waiting outside the Guogong Mansion, and Ran Shicang and Mrs. Si had already sat in the most luxurious chariots led by them. Waiting for the daughters to dress up properly one after another, all the way to the house.

Except for Ran Ziwen, who married into the palace, the other daughters went. Including Ran Zirou, who is seriously ill, and Ran Zixian, who is married. Each took a chariot and did not have to see each other.

The Ran family's family is in Fuyu Mountain outside the city, about a day's journey. It was evening, and it was already dark in the middle of winter. Fortunately, the family has already sent someone to arrange the lights on the side of the road, which is also thoughtful.

As soon as the chariot arrived, two majestic stone lions were placed in front of the vermilion gate, symbolizing the glory of the Ran family for generations.

There were already many mothers-in-law and girls standing by the gate, and a few small and chic proud sons were waiting. The middle-aged beauty led by the woman was wearing a dark rose-colored brocade dress, which was the eldest grandson-in-law of the family, Qiu.

She and Mrs. Si politely laughed and laughed, and then sent the little proud son, who was carried by the mother-in-law into the gate.

The ladies also got out of the chariot in turn, turned around and sat down in the little pride again, and carried them into the gate.

Ran Ziyu gently lifted the corner of the curtain, and Qiushui looked at the tall and majestic mansion curiously and calmly with big eyes. Different from the extravagance and delicacy of Xuanyuan Hao's regent mansion, this mansion has eaves and arches, and the corridor has thousands of curves, and there is a deep meaning in the depth. Although there is no luxurious decoration, the tall green tiles and white walls are clean and the snow falls without a trace. Ink Washing Pool, Xuanting Pavilion, Sword Qi Building, Mo Ning Xuan...... The names of all kinds of pavilions are related to calligraphy and ink, swords and knives, and they have accumulated the civil and military traditions of the Ran family since ancient times.

It's just that the servants in this inner courtyard, although they are polite and thoughtful, and their steps are not like the slow and procrastinating manners of the ordinary subordinates in the mansion, but they act neatly and restrainedly, and they are well-trained, but they are like puppets and lack vitality.

"Yo, it's finally here, the old lady has been waiting for a day. Who is the future crown princess of our family, let us take a good look at the vulgar people in the deep mountains and old forests. As soon as I entered the gate of the inner courtyard, I heard a sharp and loud female voice, followed by a group of women's slight laughter.

Ran Ziyu sneered in her heart, she had never been a non-existent family, but today she was enthusiastic. But it is also very clear that the future crown princess they welcome, if it weren't for this identity, how could she take her, a concubine of foreign life, in their eyes.

The proud son stopped, the mother-in-law who was waiting on the side lifted the curtain for her, Ran Ziyu stepped out, and Cai Wei was busy arranging her skirt and tying the thick cloak of the fire fox.

I saw a woman wearing a black embroidered chrysanthemum holding a woman's bun, and a group of girls with lanterns were walking towards her with a smile.

Ran Ziyu stood quietly, the evening breeze gently blew the white skirt of Aya Luo under the cloak, and the blood-red fire fox cloak lined the whole person's skin white and snowy.

Ran Ziming came over and whispered in her ear: "That's Liu Ruyan, Qiu's mother-in-law, originally the concubine of the Linyuan Liu family. Although the Liu family has money, their status is not high, and it is not easy to marry here. The old lady likes it tightly and hands over the power of the family to her agent. ”

Ran Ziyu smiled, how difficult it is. One wants money, the other wants status, and it comes and goes. The family was reduced to marrying an ordinary woman's concubine as a wife, and the economic situation was not very optimistic.

When I look at this magnificent mansion again, I always feel that it is crumbling, and I don't know when it will collapse into a vast ruin.

Ran Zirou and Ran Zixian sisters stood together, quietly waiting for Liu Ruyan to come over. They have to go back to their home at least once a year, and they get along very happily with the lively and enthusiastic Liu Ruyan, who is also their aunt.

No, Liu Ruyan skipped the two of them directly, greeted Ran Ziyu with a smile, and actually blessed her body: "The Liu family asks the princess for peace." ”

Ran Ziyu smiled and stretched out his hand to help, "How does this make Aunt Liu really torment Yu'er like this." ”

The gift is still accepted, she is the crown princess of Emperor Hui, and she can afford this gift in the future. It's just that it doesn't seem like this to others.

In the shadows, the two sisters Ran Zirou and Ran Zixian gathered together with several other young ladies of the "Zi" generation of the family and quietly reprimanded: "Look at her appearance, before she married into the Yue Palace, she was so frivolous that she asked Aunt Liu to salute her." ”

"That's it, I don't look at my identity, the evil fruits of the Northern Xia people, do you really think you're amazing?"

"Hehe......"