Now, she was reborn against the will of heaven and lived again. She had to see a ghost to believe Murong's lies.
Huh, what's hers should be taken back one by one. If anyone blocks her way, she will kill gods and Buddhas.
"Walk."
Dongfang Lian straightened her waist, raised her head and chest, and walked out of her small courtyard.
This courtyard is extremely remote in the location of Zuo Xiangfu. Even the courtyard for a concubine is better than hers.
Ever since she was a child, she had been dissatisfied as to why her mother had given her such a remote yard with poorly furnished furniture.
But Murong was very smart. When she was allocating courtyards to her children, she pretended to find a Feng Shui master to calculate each child's birth date and assign them a courtyard that matched their birth date.
Therefore, she, Dongfang Lian, was assigned to this small courtyard at the far end of the courtyard on the grounds that she was "carrying evil spirits" and should stay away from the main courtyard, otherwise the future of Zuo Xiangfu might be ruined.
After she lived here, everything in the courtyard was simple. According to the words of the Feng Shui master, she was born with evil spirits and should not enjoy luxury. Otherwise, her evil spirits would become even more powerful, which would not only seriously damage her destiny, but
It will also bring disaster to Zuo Xiangfu...
And her father, Mr. Zuo Xiang, actually believed in all this and allowed Murong to arrange it without saying a word.
Well, she believed it in her previous life. She really thought that she was destined to be evil because the Feng Shui master invited by the Murong family was a master Feng Shui master in the Qintian Prison in the palace.
Now that I think about it, this Murong must have bribed someone from the Qintian Prison.
Fortunately, the scenery here was not bad. She just endured it and continued to live here.
…
"Miss, where are we going? You... haven't washed up yet?"
Hua'er saw Dongfang Lian walking quickly and quickly followed.
Dongfang Lian usually walks in a very well-mannered manner, walking in small steps, never running around with her skirt in hand like she does now, as if she has something urgent to do.
"Go see mother."
Dongfang Lian left a word behind.
"What, go to see the eldest lady? The eldest lady hasn't gotten up yet. Miss, if you go to see the eldest lady at this time and disturb her to sleep, she will definitely get angry!"
"Who said I saw her?"
Humph, Madam? Murong Yi? That woman is not her mother, nor is she qualified to be her mother.
Her mother, Long Qimu said, was the little princess of the Yanyue Dynasty.
…
In the corner of the left prime minister's mansion, there is the Buddhist hall.
Although it was early in the morning, the sound of grilled wooden fish could already be heard.
Dongfang Lian was running towards Buddhism. Suddenly, a man rushed out of the kitchen and almost knocked Dongfang Lian to the ground!
"Miss, are you okay?"
Hua'er helped Dongfang Lian.
Dongfang Lian stopped and looked at the person who bumped into him...with disheveled hair and a stench!
"I...I...I'm sorry..."
The smelly man had a steamed bun in his mouth and a piece of rice cake in his hand.
His clothes were in tatters and he seemed to be frightened. When he found Dongfang Lian staring at him, he was so frightened that he jumped up with his head in his hands and shouted:
"Ah, don't hit me, don't hit me... I don't dare to eat it secretly, and I won't dare to do it again..."
"Brother..." Dongfang Lian softly called out one word, and tears instantly flowed from the corners of his eyes.
She couldn't help but step forward and hug this man tightly - the eldest young master of Zuo Xiangfu.
As a young master, his treatment is not as good as that of a beggar.