Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

Nan Yan left the Wuying Hall, returned to Yeting to clean up, and left a message for Ran Xiaoyu, and then followed Xiao Shunzi.

This time the carriage was still the one that picked her up at Jian's house.

It is spacious and comfortable, and even has a small hand stove.

In the past few days, the city of Jinling has been very cold, with gusts of cold wind blowing human bones and hair pain, but Nan Yan was sitting in a large and comfortable carriage, holding a small hand stove in both hands, and did not feel cold at all.

On the contrary, I feel warm.

That kind of feeling is like being by Zhu Feng's side.

She knew that his body temperature had always been very high, even in the winter, on a bitterly cold morning, he only wore a thin piece to practice swords outside the Wuying Hall, and he was still sweating profusely.

Follow him, never feel cold.

Feeling him, it doesn't seem to be too cold.

However, as the carriage swayed forward, getting closer and closer to Si's house, the sweetness in her heart gradually faded, and what followed was the bitterness in her memory that could not be forgotten.

Some things are fine without touching them.

But when I think about it, everything is alive.

Until the evening, the carriage stopped at the door of a familiar and unfamiliar mansion. The sky was dim and the cold wind roared, and Nan Yan opened the tent and looked out, and saw a brightly lit door.

Someone was already waiting at the door.

Nan Yan was helped by the coachman and got out of the carriage. He walked closer and saw that, as expected, it was Si Muyun who had already met at Jian's house that day and Si Mulan who had a reluctant expression waiting at the door.

I don't know how long she stood in the cold wind, her nose was a little red.

And when he saw this large carriage approaching, his eyes were red.

The servants in the house standing behind them were shocked when they saw such a large and luxurious carriage, and they all watched with wide eyes.

Someone whispered, "Is this second lady rich?"

"Return to hometown, right?"

Although the words were light, they still reached Smuran's ears. She turned her head and stared fiercely, and immediately everyone closed their mouths.

At this time, Nan Yan had already reached the bottom of the steps.

The two lanterns in front of the door illuminate her eyes and let her see this hall clearly—a place where she used to think she would never come back.

Si Muyun walked down immediately: "Nanyan, you have finally arrived."

"..."

"Mulan and I have been waiting for you here for a long time."

His enthusiasm made Nan Yan a little embarrassed.

She held the stove and smiled faintly: "Really?"

Smuran sneered and said, "Yes, but I have waited for you. The people here have been standing there for a long time. If you don't know, why do you want to come to our house?"

"Mulan!"

Si Muyun frowned and glanced at her.

Si Mulan snorted coldly and tilted her head to one side.

At this time, the surrounding servants had already stepped forward, bowed neatly to Nan Yan, and said in unison: "Miss Er."

"..."

Nan Yan looked at this scene, somehow feeling a little strange.

This is obviously the place where she lived since she was a child, and the people here have not changed.

But this time when I came back, everything seemed different.

People here send themselves into the palace, of course, when they are already dead, do they really have "dead" and then become human again?

She was silent for a while, then walked into the Si's mansion surrounded by everyone.

As soon as she walked in, she asked, "Where's grandma? Didn't you say that she missed me very much? I want to see her old man."

Si Muyun was taken aback, and immediately smiled: "This, don't worry. Mother is still waiting for you in front."