"This is your grandfather when he was young in the stall to buy the pigeon blood red connection, it is said to be modeled after Yang Yuhuan's cherished things, although it is an imitation but the workmanship is good, the gem is also pigeon blood red, this thing is not worth much during the war, your grandfather bought it back and sent it to me. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Grandma pouted, her face was full of disgust, there were many worthless things to give her, and she didn't mean to be rare.

Qian Miaoyin looked down at the very complete mahogany box in keep, and couldn't help shaking her head and laughing, this box was polished and shiny, it was obviously a long-term thing, it seemed that grandma was also a hard-mouthed person, in fact, no matter whether it was worth it or not, as long as it was given by grandpa, grandma must like it.

Qian Miaoyin smiled helplessly, and slowly opened the box, inside was a gold necklace, the gold became more and more dull because of the years, and it was precisely because of its dullness that the pigeon blood red in the middle was more and more charming. Qian Miaoyin's eyes lit up, and she reached out and took the connection in her hand, but when her hand touched the pigeon's blood red, Qian Miaoyin's brain buzzed, and she fainted before she understood what was happening.

"Miaoyin!" grandma and Qian's mother exclaimed, and hurriedly supported Qian Miaoyin.

"Zhigao Zhigao, call an ambulance!" Qian's mother's face turned white with fright, and she shouted into the courtyard at the top of her voice.

Qian Miaoyin was lying on the hospital bed frowning tightly, beads of sweat on her porcelain-white face rolled down tremblingly with her shaking of her head, she held the pigeon blood red in her hand with one hand, and the other hand seemed to be grabbing the sheets under her in great pain.

Who is it...... Who is standing there......

The dream was pitch black, only a bleak white lamp hung on a crooked-necked tree, and under the tree stood a woman in a bright red gorgeous palace dress, the woman turned her back to Qian Miaoyin and did not move, this scene made Qian Miaoyin creepy.

Where is this? The woman...... Is it a human or a ghost?

There have been a lot of spiritual things happening around Qian Miaoyin, but it doesn't mean that she is not afraid of ghosts. Ghosts are so terrible for the world to exaggerate, if there really is, and find her...... The hairs on Qian Miaoyin's back stood erect in horror, and her legs were so weak that she could barely bear her weight.

I don't know how long it took, but the woman in the palace dress in front didn't look back, but danced slowly, and the singing voice of sadness, crying, and mockery came from the front.

The Han Emperor is heavy on the country, and Yuyu has been unable to ask for many years.

The Yang family has a girl who has just grown up, and she is raised in the deep boudoir.

It is difficult to give up on the natural beauty, and once she was chosen on the king's side.

Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color......

This is...... Qian Miaoyin was surprised and inexplicable, although the song of long hatred sung in the form of Peking Opera has a unique taste, but there is no music, only a cappella is even more terrifying. Qian Miaoyin's brain teaser turned, her current situation should be inseparable from that pigeon blood red, what did grandma say? This thing is modeled after Yang Guifei's cherished making? It seems that this pigeon blood red has also been around for some years, could it be the favorite thing of which drama in the past?

Qian Miaoyin was anxious, did anyone find out that something was wrong with her, and then take the pigeon blood red...... At this time, she couldn't help but regret it very much, with her kind of spirited situation, she should stay away from those old things, she really didn't know whether to live or die......

As if hearing her heart, after several doctors even checked and did not find a problem, my grandmother looked at the pigeon blood red in her hand. Regardless of whether this thing caused trouble or not, anyway, the anxious and helpless people felt unlucky when they looked at the pigeon's blood red, but no matter how hard they used, they couldn't break Qian Miaoyin's hand. If you push harder, she will hurt her, and now, everyone is really panicked.

"Who are you, why am I here?" Qian Miaoyin tried to speak to the woman, because she was even more scared when she stood dry. But the woman didn't know whether she couldn't see her, or didn't want to pay attention to her, so she still sang as she sang. Qian Miaoyin tried several times to no avail, so she could only quiet down and listen to her sing.

The so-called extreme things must be reversed, once people are afraid to a certain extent, they will break the jar and fall, anyway, to this point, she can only passively bear it. This let go of fear, Qian Miaoyin slowly saw the taste. Not to mention, this woman sings really well, that mood, that voice, that gesture, even the real Yang Guifei is nothing more than that.

Who is this woman? It stands to reason that if she has such a skill, even if she is famous, she should leave her name, the more Qian Miaoyin listened, the more intoxicated she became, and she couldn't help but move with the woman.

Parting and re-sending the word, there is an oath in the word.

On the seventh day of the seventh month, when no one whispered in the middle of the night.

In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch.

The days are long and the days are endless, and this hatred is endless......

The more she sang, the stronger the hatred in the woman's singing, the singing seemed to manipulate Qian Miaoyin, her eyes were red when she listened to it, and there was nowhere to vent the monstrous hatred, Qian Miaoyin stood there and felt that her hair was standing on end.

After the woman finished singing, her movements froze there, and she turned her head to look at Qian Miaoyin for a long time, "You kid is quite spiritual." The woman turned her head to look at Qian Miaoyin, her voice was cold and with a touch of gentleness, which sounded extremely comfortable.

Qian Miaoyin finally came back to her senses, only to find that her emotions were controlled, and she couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. But when I thought about the woman's beautiful voice, that fear dispelled a lot. Qian Miaoyin didn't move, and raised her head to meet the woman's gaze, "Who are you?

"Who am I?" the woman repeated the question softly, a cold light flashed in her eyes, she didn't answer, but looked at Qian Miaoyin again. "This is the space in the necklace, probably because of the spiritual energy in your body, you touched the mechanism of the necklace, so you were sucked in. ”

"Sure enough, it's a necklace!" Qian Miaoyin exclaimed, "Then how do I get out?"

"Get out?" the woman sneered, then looked up at the white light overhead, "I've been trapped here for more than 1,200 years and I've never been out." ”

More than 1,200 years! Qian Miaoyin looked at her in disbelief, "No...... No way!"

"How is it impossible?" the woman's phoenix eyes glanced at each other, and there were thousands of styles.

"The song of long hatred was composed by Bai Juyi in 806 AD, and even if Peking Opera is counted from the Hui class entering Beijing, it is only about 200 years, but Yang Yuhuan died in 756 AD!" Qian Miaoyin talked eloquently, even if she was not interested in this thing, but she knew a thing or two about it.

The woman smiled sarcastically, "yes...... This is really sad, because I am trapped here and can't go to the underworld to be reincarnated, I have even learned the song of long hatred and Peking Opera, don't talk about these, I can also sing pop songs, do you want to sing a piece of it for you?"

Qian Miaoyin's eyes widened, and she shook her hand stiffly, "No...... No need. "What the hell is going on......