The Reborn Noble Girl is Hard to Find

Fu Yunxi in the crowd squinted her eyes. The little girl seemed to have grown up a bit. She didn't hide herself like this. Is this the real her?

Han Yan bent his eyes, and winked at Fu Yunxi from a distance, clearly saying: "Why, I didn't embarrass you, did I?" But Fu Yunxi showed a faint smile. From such a distance, Han Yan seemed to be able to feel his eyes full of deep meaning, and quickly turned away, pretending to be attracted by other things.

Ji Lan covered her mouth and started laughing, Han Yan followed Zhuang Shiyang to where the officials were standing, and saw that the high platform was full of sacrificial items, and the red silk on the table was dragging cattle and sheep heads and other items, a mage-like man People stand on top.

The patterns of the spring festival are different every year, so it is also a fun to watch. Zhuang Hanming was still following Yingzi, and Ji Lan had been paying attention to Yingzi's every move. Ever since something happened last time, Ji Lan was full of defense against Yingzi. But Yingzi just followed Zhuang Hanming with his head down, obedient and timid, not daring to speak, and could not see any unusual movements.

I heard the wooden stake hit the huge copper bell three times: "Dang, Dang, Dang." The spring festival began.

Holding a wooden sword in one hand, the mage chanted something to the altar, then knelt down and put his head on the ground. Suddenly, some people wearing masks of gods popped up around them, dancing a sacrificial dance, with red bells on their wrists and ankles, looking very festive.

Ji Lan looked at it with gusto, but Han Yan felt that something was wrong, and he had a very subtle feeling in his heart. Although he couldn't explain it clearly, this anxiety was gradually amplifying, and his instinct was dangerous. She quietly looked away and looked elsewhere.

Yingzi was very close to Zhuang Hanming, and she was also staring at the ritual ceremony on the stage. She couldn't see anything wrong. Zhou was leaning against Zhuang Shiyang, but her body still had the root of the disease, so she looked a little pale and weak. Han Yan frowned, and couldn't see it any further. She raised her head and glanced at the tall tower where the royal family stayed in the distance. Is the Queen Mother coming too?

Time passed quickly, and the ceremony on the stage was coming to an end. The mage suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a ball of fire on the sacrificial wine barrel, burning bright flames, and then cheered. Announcing the end of the entire ritual, the surrounding people also cheered.

Ji Lan couldn't get enough of it: "Miss, this spring festival is really beautiful."

Han Yan was noncommittal, looking around, it was full of crowded people, it was very easy for something to happen in such a chaotic scene. With this worry in his heart, Han Yan couldn't tell what it was like. But seeing that the ceremony on the stage was over, there were many wonderful programs again.

After the Spring Sacrifice Ceremony, skilled craftsmen will perform some festive programs. These programs are the most popular among the common people, and they are the most novel and lively. At this time, the performance on the stage is the dragon and lion dance. Today, the dragon and lion dance are very delicate and vivid, and the dragon and lion dancers are also skilled. Those funny moves made people lean forward and backward.

The emperor on the high platform also showed a smile, the world is prosperous, this is the scene that the emperor most wants to see.

But is the world really prosperous?

The show went on for quite a while, but no surprises were found. Han Yan's heart gradually relaxed. Thinking that there are hidden guards protecting the royal family here, he was overwhelmed. In public, who would be so bold as to act. Sensing a bunch of eyes falling on her, Han Yan raised her head to look, and happened to see Fu Yunxi looking down. He and himself are separated from the crowd, but they can still see each other. Han Yan smiled at him, Fu Yunxi raised her lips, Han Yan turned her head to watch the performance on the high platform.

The show was in the midst of juggling. Several men with big knives jumped onto the back of the woman, holding the dishes with the tip of the knives, and the dishes kept spinning. This required a certain skill, and the people around were amazed, and Han Yan was also attracted. At this moment, the man who was beating the drum gave a heavy hammer, and when the program reached its climax, one of the men suddenly turned over and swung the long knife in his hand at the woman, blood splattered everywhere, and only heard "grunt" With a sound, the woman's head was cut off abruptly and fell to the ground.

The common people in the audience were silent for a moment, and suddenly fled in all directions as if they were frightened: "Help, you're killing someone!" A few men with knives on the stage suddenly turned over and jumped down, rushed into the crowd, raised their knives and dropped them. For a time, the blood was scattered, and there were cries and cries everywhere.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden change. In just a short quarter of an hour, the crowd became a commotion and crowded into a ball. No one could see who was beside them. The guard in charge of protecting the emperor was the first to react: "The crossbowmen are ready to protect the emperor!"

Tens of thousands of bows and crossbows were ready to go, but the problem came again. It was indeed easy to identify the men with knives just now, but they found that among the crowd, there were people dressed as ordinary people who held up butcher knives. These people were mixed with the crowd, and it was impossible to tell who was who. What was even more helpless was that they couldn't directly point their bows and crossbows at the whole crowd. In this case, too many innocent people would die.

Someone got into the crowd and created such a mess! In an instant, the surroundings were crowded with people. Han Yan was petite and couldn't move at all. He could only be squeezed into other places with the crowd, and his ears were full of people's cries and pleas for help. The bloody smell spread over the tip of his nose. Very pungent. She tried her best to find Zhuang Hanming and Ji Lan, but all she could see was a dense crowd, and there were no traces of Zhuang Hanming and the others. At this moment, she felt an inexplicable tension in her heart, and suddenly felt that danger was approaching.

Who created this chaos? What is the purpose? Hanyan knew that such a big handwriting must not be able to be done by the Zhou family, and it would not be the big Zhou family, because she didn't have the guts. Could it be the queen mother again, but if it was the queen mother, what did she want to do? Even if it is to poison oneself, there is no need to make such a big show.

At this moment, Han Yan suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Master, Master!"

Hanyan remembered that voice very clearly, it was Yingzi's voice, and her voice was anxious at the moment, did something happen to Zhuang Hanming? Thinking of this, Hanyan suddenly became nervous, and tried her best to get close to the voice, but the crowd was crowded, and it was not easy to get close. Although Zhuang Hanming argued with her, he was the only blood relative in this world after all, should he just watch him die? Thinking of this, Han Yan desperately ran over there, his hair was scrambled and scattered by the crowd, and he rushed out all of a sudden, but saw a scene that made him lose his mind.

The man holding the big knife stood behind Zhuang Hanming. Zhuang Hanming was thrown to the ground at this moment, his whole body was covered with scars, and there was no trace of resistance. The big knife was about to slash at Zhuang Hanming's head. His heart was clenched into a ball, and the tragedy of his previous life was completely presented in front of him.