The Rebirth of an Ill-Fated Consort

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The air on Zhuangzi was very good in the morning, and the gray-winged bird stood on the branch and looked up. It had just snowed last night, the daylight became more and more clear, the grass was covered with thick snow, and the New Year’s atmosphere was very strong.

Jiang Yan got up early, used the simple breakfast and went to the pear garden with the forsythia. When the pear garden is still not flowering, the branches are leafy and the forsythia is somewhat regrettable: "The season is not enough, the weather is warmer, and the pears are all open, so that is good to see."

Jiang Wei smiled faintly, and the flowers and grasses were nothing more than a good color. When she was in the palace, she had seen pear trees full of trees in the palace. It was like a spring breeze blowing the flowers, not only pear flowers, but also Peony, water lily, hibiscus, rose, palace flowers, but all the scenery is only one person to appreciate, then she thought that someone can see flowers and flowers with her, until the time of death, it is only a mirror The scam.

The flowers are like her life. When I look at the glamorous and bright, when I am rotten, I don’t even have any place to live. The dust is dusted, and the only faint fragrance is bitter.

Forsythia found that Jiang Yan’s eyes were a little deep. I didn’t know what I was trying to write, but my expression was sad and cool. I was shocked and worried: “Girl?”

Jiang Wei returned to God and shook his head: "Nothing, let's go."

The two walked around and stopped, and did not pay attention to the dense jungle behind them. One person had already stood for a long time.

The man was covered in a green silk satin with a gold-rimmed long plaque, a cover of eight treasures of colorful vests, azure soap boots, wearing a full of wealth, eyes staring at Jiang Wei's figure, full of obsession.

This person is the youngest son of Zhang Lanjia, Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhaoping likes to sleep in the bottom of the pear garden. Today, as usual, I can’t help but hear a woman’s voice. For him, it’s like a cat who sees a suffocating fish. It will be awkward at first glance.

Jiang Wei was wearing the same as yesterday. Only Bai Hao did not comb her hair. She took a small part of the front hair and took a hibiscus. The rest was draped over her shoulders. It looked older and more. Some glamorous taste.

The pear flower in the pear garden has not been opened yet, but the branches have accumulated a layer of snow, like a blooming pear flower. However, her skin is more white than snow, her face is more chaste than pear flowers, her look is cold, but the light seems to be separated. The clumps of branches are indiscriminately swept over, such as a clear spring water softly licking the heart, the hook is tickle. Her voice was too far apart to hear clearly, but she could imagine the crisp and moving sound. She looked up slightly at the ice crystals hanging on the branches, and the exposed neck was as beautiful as a swan.

Chen Zhao swallowed his mouth and his eyes fell on Jiang Yan’s thin body. The cotton jacket was too wide and covered her waist. Although she was young, she seemed to be a little girl’s body, but there was a kind of life. The fragrance of color and fragrance is as if the style of an adult woman and the tenderness of a little girl are all displayed in her body. It has not been discovered before. Jiang Yan, who was after a serious illness, has such a beautiful quality. It is a natural stunner.

These stunners, if they can be owned by themselves, and mad at night, it is a beautiful thing on earth. Chen Zhao looked uncertain, did not know what to think of, standing in the field of contemplation.

Not far away, Forsythia also found Chen Zhao's figure, his face sinking: "Girl, let's go back earlier, there are people in this garden who are not clean. Carefully don't get into trouble."

Jiang Yan looked at her with her eyes and bent her lips and smiled gently: "Okay."

Chen Zhaozheng stared at Jiang Wei’s ecstasy, and he couldn’t help but see Xiaomei’s smile on his face. This smile contained a meaning that could not be said to be unclear. It’s not like a little girl’s innocence or shame, only one kind. A faint temptation, like a scent of scented scent, short-lived high, but also with the charm of the night.

Chen Zhao could not help but get mad, until Jiang Yi and the two left the pear garden, they did not return from the smile of that smile.

This incident was quickly left behind by Jiang Wei and Forsythia. The days passed calmly for three days. In the past three days, Jiang Yan was walking around Zhuangzi every day, and occasionally he met Chen Zhao, unexpectedly. Chen Zhao is more than the rules of the past, not as sticky as before, and even a lot of fortune. However, there are also things that don't worry, that is, the days of seeing the embroidered parcels are approaching, and Jiang Yi's embroidered parsing is not yet embroidered.

After Jiang Lan fell into the water, Zhang Lan did not mention the embroidered sac. He only wanted to slow down and embroider again. Chen Fang deliberately mentioned it a few days ago, and made the forsythia and the white scorpion difficult.

Now that Jiang Yan’s body is not yet great, the two of them naturally cannot let Jiang Wei do this. Only Jiang Yan himself is not embroidered, and they are not allowed to embroider.

"Girl," Forsythia disapproved and looked at Jiang Wei, who was leaning against the window to read the book: "When you look at it, you have to pay embroidered, how can the girl be so relaxed?"

"Don't worry." Jiang Yan turned a page of books.

"How can I not worry," Lian Biao said with a bitter face: "If it is not possible to pay the embroidered par, those people should find the reason for the demanding girl."

Jiang Yan sighed and closed the pages of his hand. When she first came to Zhuangzi, she brought three boxes, one was a clothing utensil, one was a silver jewellery, and one was a book. These were the things that the mother had left for her. I thought that there was a thought around me, but It was into the tiger wolf's nest, Zhang Lan's greed and ruthlessness, and the secret was secretly robbed. In the end, the only thing left was not taken away.

"We won't be able to wait for the days of usability." Jiang Wei stroked the big words on the written cover: "Don't worry."

The forsythia wrinkled his frown and wanted to say something. I saw the white cockroach pushing the door and coming in: "Girl, Fang girl came."

For a glimpse of Forsythia, a pink figure appeared behind Bai Yu, and Chen Fang smiled and said: "Miss."

Today she is wearing a pink embroidered butterfly cotton jacket, the lower body is a small powder skirt of the same color, pedaling red leather boots. The hair was combed with a delicate stream of clouds, and the ear was a heavy golden-winged earring with a gold thread on the head.

Forsythia sneered, watching Chen Fang's eyes full of contempt. This body from head to toe, all of them are Jiang Yan's things, but also the bottom of her face, and the emperor's wearing these things on the body appeared in front of the owner, and really worthy of the word robber.

Jiang Yan stretched his hand to support his chin, and smiled a little. The robbers were fearless. They have become more and more mad in recent days, but it doesn't matter. Since it is debt collection, and eating her things, there will always be a drop of all that is left to her.

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