Nongmen tranquility

Chapter 320 She Is A Princess?

"Just this little cowardice?" Ning Fangyuan teased.

"What do you mean by being so timid, I almost..."

Speaking of this, An An rolled her eyes, "I almost talked to her."

Ning Fangyuan's eyes changed, "And then."

An An covered her mouth and smiled, "And then, before I finished speaking, she jumped up and wanted to hit me~ That's a real lunatic, I probably couldn't understand what I said, I really did, it was about writing a storybook I've ruined my brain, yet I still expect a lunatic to speak well."

"It was my carelessness that frightened you. Why don't you... go to my courtyard and have some snacks and tea for a short rest, and take it as my apology for you."

An An squinted at Ning Fangyuan, she didn't know whether Ning Fangyuan really didn't know about that lunatic woman pretending to be crazy or not.

However, whether he knew it or not, she was not eligible to participate anyway.

She is very upset now, and she really wants to be alone. After talking nonsense with a smile, she said in a frightened and angry way, "There is no need to apologize. I originally wanted to come by myself, and I have to find it by myself like this." If you feel guilty, you come here secretly, and if you are a little surprised, you deserve it."

Ning Fangyuan raised his eyebrows.

An An said again, "If brother Fang Yuan has to make amends in order to feel at ease, why not ask Changshi to drive me back in a carriage. I feel a little dizzy after all this trouble, and I want to go back and go to bed early."

Ning Fangyuan glanced at her silently, his dark eyes were like an abyss, bottomless, he looked at An An with a guilty conscience, so he turned his gaze away and said, "That's fine."

An hour later, An An lay on her little bed.

From the moment she turned Cheng Si into a pig, she was brewing a serial plot.

That lunatic is really not in her chain.

She didn't want to think of her again, but those eyes always appeared in front of her eyes inadvertently.

Crazy girls are dirty.

However, the dirt only covers the skin color, not the facial features, especially the eyes.

When she saw her just now, she looked pleasantly surprised, her facial features were not distorted, and she looked familiar.

those eyes...

Those eyes seemed...as if I had seen them somewhere.

An An stood up abruptly and sat up, facing the basin of wash water that she drank at night under the moonlight.

Those eyebrows...

The facial features of that crazy woman are somewhat similar to hers, especially those eyes.

Is it difficult?
A pot of dog blood poured over her head, and An An directly mixed up the water in the washbasin. She must be crazy.

An, who was lying on the bed, tossed and turned like a salted fish, and finally fell asleep.

No one saw that the moment she fell asleep, the red mole on her finger flickered again.

As An An fell asleep, her eyeballs began to roll slowly.

She was dreaming again.

This time, she didn't dream of anyone else.

She dreamed of herself.

However, the self in the dream was someone she had never seen before.

There is no hatred of broken legs, no hatred of broken palms, and no hatred of being tortured to death by disgusting old perverts.

In the dream, she was also thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in gorgeous clothes, wearing a gold hairpin on her head, a pearl around her neck, and a green jade bracelet on her wrist. Linger in the garden.

At this time, some women came, and those women were followed by servants, and they knew that they were of good status, but those women looked at her and knelt down to salute her, saying...

That scene, repeated over and over again.

This was repeated throughout the night.

However, no matter how hard An An struggled, she couldn't hear what those women called her.

(End of this chapter)