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

Upon hearing his words, Smulan's face suddenly turned pale.

On the other side, Gu Tingchun had a pimple between her eyebrows. She looked at her eldest son and said, "Mu Yun, if this is the case, what should we do?"

"..."

"Looking like this, that dead girl doesn't want to help."

A little haze flashed in Si Muyun's eyes.

He said coldly: "Don't worry, mother, I have one more trick."

After speaking, he turned and walked out.

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The two little maids walked slowly in the Si's mansion with Nan Yan, Nan Yan's face was still a little pale, and seeing the familiar and unfamiliar scenery around her, her eyes gradually became a little confused.

She is almost forgetting this passage of herself.

Perhaps it was because she herself was in the palace, which was the new beginning of life.

And all the humiliation and discomfort she had experienced in this place were all left behind by her, and it was only now that she remembered it again when she returned to this place.

She also saw a small wood house in the corner of the garden.

Although as the second young lady, she has her own room, in fact, she seldom can live in it. For most of her childhood, she was punished to spend in the small wood room with ventilation on all sides.

Mosquito bites in summer and bitter winds in winter.

These memories suddenly became alive.

The little maid who walked in front said softly: "Second Miss, here it is."

Nan Yan retracted his mind, looked up, and finally arrived at the Xirong Hall where his grandmother lived.

This place is not as brightly lit as the main hall, but the two red lanterns symbolizing the New Year in front of the door still decorate it with joy and warmth.

When I was young, this was my temporary safe haven.

She walked in, the room was very warm, a kind-faced, gray-haired old woman was dozing off on the couch.

Her clothes are also gorgeous, with pearls on her head that match her identity. She looks like a graceful and luxurious old lady, but the wrinkles on her face and the frowning of her brows also reveal her life. The hardship experienced.

She is the old lady of the Si family——Tong Yuhua.

Nan Yan walked over gently.

The old man slept very shallowly. He woke up immediately when he heard Nan Yan's footsteps, opened some muddy eyes and looked up at her: "You are--"

Nan Yan knelt down and whispered, "Old grandmother..."

Mrs. Tong looked at her for a while, and finally recognized her, and a loving smile appeared on her wrinkled face: "Nan Yan, my Nan Yan is back!"

While talking, he wanted to reach out and hug her.

Nan Yan also got into her arms along the way, feeling the withered and feeble arms embracing her as hard as she could, as if she had embraced countless times in the past.

She whispered: "Old grandmother, granddaughter is back."

"Where have you been?" While hugging her, Mrs. Tong patted her on the back, staggeringly like when she was sleeping when she was a child, "I have not come back to see me for so long, do you dislike me? Old lady?"

"Where is your granddaughter? Granddaughter misses you too."

"They said you went out to do errands, what do you do?"

"..."

"I think you want to..."

Nan Yan's tears flowed out.

She whispered: "The granddaughter is not filial..."

At this moment, Si Muyun followed and walked into Xirong Hall. When he saw this scene, a little smile appeared on his face, then he walked over and said happily: "Grandma, Nan Yan is now a glorious lintel. ."