The reborn princess kills the whole capital

"Knock knock knock!"

There was a knock on the door, and Chu Yan came out of his thoughts.

She stood up and opened the door, and saw Changzhe holding a small brazier, "It's so cold in the room, I'll make some fire for you."

"Thank you."

She moves away.

Chang Zhe placed the brazier at her feet and warned, "The charcoal is in the main room, remember to add it later."

"Although I haven't read many books, if you have any questions you can ask me. Maybe I can also know something."

He looked at the books on the table and said with a smile.

In fact, Changzhe knew it.

He was also surprised that just by seeing the name of the book, he automatically knew what it was about.

Chu Yan smiled, "Okay."

"The desk will be ready soon. I'll move it in for you in the evening."

After saying that, he went out and closed the door again.

He had to go to the mountains in the morning. After Chu Yan saw him leaving, he saw his aunt taking a nap on the kang in the room.

"Auntie, you go to sleep for a while. I'll wake you up later."

Chu Yan simply helped her sleep.

After the whole room fell silent, she took out the white silk she had picked up in the mountains that morning.

After all the dust was shaken off, a bright white color was revealed, like a fine pearl, round and yet cold.

The texture is cool to the touch, like ice.

Chu Yan tightened her grip. It was fine at first, but suddenly she felt a pain in her palm.

She quickly let go and found that there was a cut under the little finger of her palm, and blood was pouring out.

What is this?

A certain picture appeared in her mind unconsciously.

The window of the antique study room was opened, and the yard was full of spring. The man was holding a white silk in his hand. The soft and cold white silk suddenly turned into a sharp sword, and the gentle upward movement seemed to contain turbulent waves.

I seemed to hear a rustling sound, and then, green leaves fell all over the ground, as if they were blown down by a strong wind.

When he opened his eyes, Chu Yan looked at Bai Ling in his hand again and had some thoughts about separation.

Could this be what that person used?

But why does it appear here?

Qinggan Village doesn't have such a beautiful yard, nor does anyone have such a rich and elegant study room, nor does it have such an enchanting man.

Who is he?

During the five years when her soul was trapped in the painting, he appeared in her sight all the time, and occasionally stared at herself in the painting in a daze.

It's really strange.

Chu Yan saw that his aunt had also gone to bed and there was no one in the yard, so he took Bai Ling to the yard.

This Bai Ling looked almost as long as a battle. When she threw Bai Ling out according to the man's movements, it seemed as if she was dancing, without any fierce murderous intent.

wrong.

Chu Yan’s intuition was not like this.

She glanced at the wound on her hand and frowned.

Chu Hong had arrived quietly. She was staring at the material in Chu Yan's hand, thinking it was something strange, so she hurriedly grabbed it when she wasn't paying attention.

"what is this?"

She moved quickly and with great force.

"ah!"

Chu Yan subconsciously tightened her grip, and Chu Hong suddenly screamed.

Immediately afterwards, there were several wounds, large and small, on her hands.

On the other hand, the white silk was still floating softly on the ground, but it was not stained by any dust. Like a holy thing, the dust automatically avoided it.

"Chu Yan!"

Chu Hong's eyes widened and his face was filled with anger.

Chu Yan retracted her surprise, took back all of Bai Ling, and gave her a cold look, "What are you doing here?"

"What is that thing in your hand? Why can it hurt people? Where did you steal it from? Chu Yan, do you want to kill someone?"

Chu Hong asked countless questions in succession, feeling strange in his heart.

She stared intently at Chu Yan, then looked at the soft and silky white silk in her hand. Why could she draw a sharp blade on her hand?

Just horrible!

"It's just ordinary material. What happened to your hands? Don't rely on me."

Chu Yan said lightly, turned around and went to the room.

I thought to myself, this thing is very weird, it’s better not to let others know about it.

"You stop!"

"It's obviously this thing that hurt me, don't think I don't know!"

She grabbed Chu Yan and stared at the thing in her hand, feeling terrified.

Chu Yan stretched out his uninjured hand and said calmly, "Look, why am I not injured?"

"No! Impossible."

Chu Hong quickly went to grab it, but was dodged by the opponent.

"Show me, it must be the problem with this thing, you..."

"how come?"

While she was talking, Chu Yan had already placed Bai Ling on her hand. It was soft and cold, and she knew it must be fine silk.

Chu Hong looked surprised.

"You've seen enough. You go out, Chang Zhe is not here. If you want to see him, come back in the afternoon. My aunt is sleeping. If you wake her up, Chang Zhe will blame you when she comes back."

At the critical moment, Chu Yan could only move out of Changzhe.

The other party really looked into the room and saw that Chang Zhe was indeed not there, and the door to the aunt's room was closed. He immediately looked at her impatiently, snorted and turned around to leave.

Chu Yan returned to the room full of doubts and closed the door.

There were blood stains on Chu Hong's hands, but she searched the whole white silk and couldn't see any dirt.

This thing is really weird.

It looks like fabric, but it's definitely not.

She carefully hid it in the closet.

I can only put this matter aside for the time being and continue reading.

That night, Chu Yan dreamed of the man in white again.

The other party didn't seem to see her.

He stood under the moonlight, holding a rapier in his hand. The rapier glowed coldly in the moonlight and was very similar to the texture of Bai Ling.

suddenly!

He moved, and the rapier changed into countless patterns in his hand.

As he moved, the surrounding leaves fell one after another, and then a strong wind suddenly rose.

Chu Yan watched helplessly as the rapier turned into white silk and hit the tree in the distance, but with a click, the tree split into two halves.

She subconsciously exclaimed!

"Yan Yan!"

"Ok?"

Chu Yan opened his eyes and saw Chang Zhe sitting by the bed with a worried look on his face.

After being stunned for a moment, her eyes returned to clarity, "I...am I dreaming?"

"Were you scared by them during the day?"

Chang Zhe asked softly.

Chu Yan shook his head, "It's okay, it's not a scary dream."

She whispered, then looked at Chang Zhe again, "I'm fine. Sorry, I disturbed you."

Chang Zhe stood up and poured her a glass of water, "It's okay. Go to sleep peacefully."

Chu Yan drank the water and lay down again.

Chang Zhe took a deep look at her, looked sideways at the open window, walked over to help her close it, and then went out.

Chu Yan on the bed opened his eyes again after Chang Zhe left.

She thought about the scene she saw in her dream. Was that person teaching her how to use it?

Martial arts...

This is something that Chang Zhe has, Xiao Yi has, Xi Yunnuo also has, and most of the wealthy nobles in the capital have something of it.

In Chu Yan's heart, this thing seems to be more useful than chess, calligraphy and painting.