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    The girl sobbed sadly intermittently, and the crowd gathered for a while and then dispersed.

    A thin coffin costs at least two taels of silver and other expenses. To bury an old man, it will cost at least four taels of silver.  The people who came to the market were all farmers. They didn't need a girl at home, and they couldn't bear to spend such a sum of money.

    The girl¡¯s helpless cry could be heard far away, and although the people behind her stopped for a moment, most of them left in a hurry.

    Although the weather in March is still a little cool, the people on the trolleys are already emitting a bad smell.  In this bustling crowd, the girl just knelt helplessly, and even her cries were diluted by the shouts one after another.

    Qi Yan stood there and was pushed by people passing by from time to time. The pain in his heart was hard to calm down.  She glanced at the girl again and turned to leave.

    Back in the small courtyard, Qi Yan cut paper and studied ink. He randomly grabbed an article in his mind and started writing it. The sharp edges of each word revealed a suppressed violence. It was not until he had filled three large pages that he regained his former gentleness and mellowness.  pen style.

    Qi Yan put down his brush and exhaled the turbid air in his chest. He looked at the two different manuscripts on the desk and felt a little irritated: he just lost control after seeing the son of his enemy.

    She sighed again, picked up the manuscript and threw it into the stove in the main room, then returned to the room and lay down on the bed.

    The weather in Yunzhou in March can change at any time. It is still sunny and windy during the day, but it rains heavily in the evening.  Qi Yan, who was lying on the bed as a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, suddenly sat up and covered his ears.

    "Boom!"

    The thunder seemed to explode the sky, Qi Yan shrank to the corner of the bed and her face turned pale.  A pungent smell of livestock floated out of thin air in the tidy room, and Qi Yan lay on the bedside in pain and retched.

    Qiyan Agula, the prince of the prairie, is not afraid of thunder. Wind, fire, thunder and lightning are all gifts from the gods.  But Qi Yan, a "Wei countryman", was afraid of thunder and lightning to his core.

    During the five years that Qi Yan has been a teacher, the masked man would come to her house every thunderstorm, and take advantage of the thunder to question her: What did she see when she returned to the grassland again?  The black mask flickered on and off under the lightning, and the hoarse and unpleasant voice was like a sharp knife stabbing Qi Yan's chest.

    I don¡¯t know how many times it rained during this period, and thunderstorms completely became Qi Yan¡¯s living nightmare.  To this day, if Qi Yan's mood is unstable, he will even hallucinate while listening to the thunder.

    "Where is the king's tent?" A scene from five years ago flashed before Qi Yan's eyes. Countless animals were trampling the thick excrement. The smell of livestock in the air was strong, but she couldn't find the familiar king's tent. Her home  .

    Qi Yan shook his head in pain and stumbled out.  The heavy raindrops hitting her face dispelled her illusion.

    She tired from running aimlessly and lay down on the muddy ground, letting the mud soak half of her body and flow into her ears.

    She respects, fears, and hates the masked man The masked man often falls into madness but never embarrasses Ding You. He only picks on Qi Yan.

    In fact, Qi Yan has rarely lost her composure in the past year or two, and can restrain herself even if she sees hallucinations.  It's just that seeing the son of her enemy today disturbed her mood, and there was another thing that she suppressed and didn't face.

    Qi Yan got up and walked toward the city with staggering steps.  The market had dispersed due to heavy rain, and she saw the girl just now at a glance: she was struggling to move forward with the reins of a cart wrapped around her body.  Qi Yan breathed out a sigh of relief, and an unknown corner of his heart felt much more relaxed.  She walked up quickly and called out: "Girl."

    The girl stopped and raised her hand to wipe her eyes, and there was an embarrassed young man standing in front of her.  Judging from his stature, he must be sixteen or seventeen years old, but his childlike facial features don't look like him.

    Seeing that the girl was silent, Qi Yan took the initiative and said, "I have rented a small courtyard on the outskirts of the city. If you can trust me, please go back with me to take shelter from the rain."

    Hearing this, the girl's nose turned sour and she replied sadly: "But my dad" She had been nowhere to stay for several days because others thought it was unlucky.

    "The deceased are respected. I don't know how long this rain will last. Girl, would you like to come with me?"

    The girl nodded, Qi Yan took the reins and tied it to her body and grabbed the handrail. The girl exclaimed: "Young master, you must not do this, let me do it!"

    "My steps are faster, and the girl is following closely."

    The girl was extremely tired, so she hesitated for a moment before refusing, and walked along the side of the cart step by step, wiping tears from time to time.

    When they returned to the courtyard, the girl refused to carry the body into the house. The two moved the firewood from the shed to the main room and pushed the cart into the shed before returning to the house.

    The girl thanked her and folded her arms and shrank aside. Her thin clothes were soaked by the rain. It was inevitable for a man and a woman to be alone in a room.Now this year.

    Why is this Princess Zhenzhen so favored?  Even ordinary people know a little about the reason.

    The current emperor Nangong Rang had nine sons and three daughters. Nangong Jingnu was the only direct descendant, so her status was naturally very noble.

    When Nangong Rang was still the Prime Minister, he had a deep love with his wife Ma and his wife. After many years of marriage, they had a daughter, Princess Zhenzhen.

    Unfortunately, Ma¡¯s daughter died of illness shortly after giving birth. Nangong asked Da Ming to stay away from court for a day to pay homage to his deceased wife. Afterwards, the East Palace of the previous dynasty was restructured and renamed "Weiyang Palace" for Nangong Jingnu to live in.

    ? It has been nearly ten years since Queen Ma passed away, and Nangong Rang¡¯s throne has been vacant. I heard that a noble concubine was in charge of the harem affairs, but it seemed that she had no plans to establish a queen.

    Nangong Jingnu also has two sisters who were born as concubines, respectively called Su Nu and Shu Nu. Both of them have passed the age of hairpins but have not received titles, let alone established a government.  Even the people said: If this Princess Zhenzhen were a man, she would be the perfect candidate for the crown prince's position.

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