Bo Yan? Si Bo Yan?

Isn’t that my uncle? My grandmother thought of him when she saw her?

Nan Yan frowned and raised his head, but saw that Tong Yuhua had closed her eyes, and the wrinkles on her face exuded an indescribable sorrow under the dim light.

She murmured unconsciously: "I thought of him again..."

Then, her cry came.

She fell asleep.

Nan Yan looked at her quietly for a while. Although she was full of doubts, she still reached out and gently pulled the quilt up, covering it tightly for her grandmother.

However, I couldn't sleep any longer.

As the daughter of the Si family, she certainly knew her uncle and her father's feats, but perhaps because of some unwritten orders from the emperor, even the people in the family were a little secret.

So, she didn't know more about the inside story.

The uncle whose whereabouts of unknown origin also became a figure covered with a mysterious veil.

Why did my grandmother say that when she saw herself, she thought of him?

Is there anything I like him?

She doesn't understand.

Turning over to face outside, she saw the candlestick beside the bed, and the swaying candlelight made the spacious room light slightly brighter. She couldn't help but think of Zhu Feng again.

How is he doing now?

Must be comfortable, right?

The Chinese New Year is already coming, and there are so many concubines in the harem, so I definitely don’t know how lively or happy it is.

Thinking of this, she let out a sigh and reached out to cover her eyes

Don't think about him, go to bed!

I slept in a daze, and the next day, it was New Year's Eve.

This day was the most lively. All the servants in the house would change into new clothes, paste Spring Festival couplets at the door, paste windows with window flowers, and lanterns would also be replaced with bright red colors. Early in the morning, servants would be busy, and the sound of killing chickens and geese could be heard from a distance from the kitchen.

However, when I was a child, these excitement had nothing to do with me.

On the contrary, she will be unlucky on this day.

Although the grandmother would happily take herself to the main table for dinner, after dinner, Si Muyun and Si Mulan would come to cause trouble for her. She was looking for her. Once, she threw firecrackers into her clothes.

The new clothes I changed into had a big hole.

Her back was so frying that it was so painful that she cried.

Later, the aunt scolded her again, saying that she was in trouble and cried during the Chinese New Year. She asked her to kneel in front of her ancestor's spiritual throne until the first day of the Chinese New Year.

"Nan Yan, why are you stunned?"

As soon as he heard the voice of his grandmother, Nan Yan hurriedly came to his senses.

At this moment, she was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, and a little maid came to comb her hair. The old grandmother stood aside, looked at the pretty face in the bronze mirror, and smiled and said, "My Nanyan is getting more and more beautiful. I don't know when, what kind of prince will come to marry you."

Nan Yan's face turned red and he hurriedly said, "Grandma, don't talk about this."

"What's wrong with this," the grandmother smiled and said, "You are not young anymore, so it's time to find a family in-laws."

“…”

"Which young master do you like?"

“…”

For some reason, Nan Yan thought of the erectile slight face that would be furious at her at any time.

Zhu Feng.

Fortunately, he didn't hear this.

Before, I just heard that Jian Tongguang wanted to help him leave the palace, so he got so angry. If he knew, his grandmother would help him find his in-laws...

Didn't he strangle himself to death?
Chapter completed!