No way?

A realistic version of the soul out of the body?

Isn't this something you can only see on TV?

The ancient painting fan was circled for a long time, and he reached out and grabbed the curtain on the bed indiscriminately, but there was still no accident, the curtain that was as light as a cicada's wings did not tremble for half a minute.5./books//151/

The demon and sick king marries a dumb concubine.

Is this a joke on her!

"Your Highness is going to kill them! Kill them! But it was the roar of Chunyuan Lanqing, I saw that his forehead was bruised, his fists were clenched, and he ran outside with a stubborn step.

The ancient painting fan was about to chase after it, but suddenly stopped, and turned stiffly to look at the bed that had been fluttering and lifted.

On the big bed, the plain brocade was gently covered on a woman's body, her weak face was a little pale and sickly at the moment, and her lips were pale and bloodless. The chest was covered with thick gauze, and traces of blood could still be seen gushing out.

Seeing the face that had already been very familiar, the ancient painting fan stumbled again, only feeling weird.

I'm dead again?!

Then why is his soul still lingering here, not leaving?

She remembered the last time she died, it hadn't happened!

The ancient painting fan looked at the sky resentfully, his face turned black, and he just wanted to scold his mother in his heart!

Suddenly there was a quarrel outside, and the ancient painting fan was refreshed, and he pulled out his legs and ran out.

The night was dark, through the window, through the door.

On the corridor, Emperor Chunyuan was reprimanding Chunyuan Lanqing who came out recklessly, but Chunyuan Lanqing still gritted his teeth and looked fierce, and his eyes, which were full of banter and cynicism in the past, also became as dark as the sea at this moment.

On the side was Li Xiuwen's calm and calm appearance, but the ancient painting fan could see at a glance that his heart was unstable at the moment.

Suddenly, a gaze went straight through himself to look into the room, the ancient painting fan slowly looked back, the black clothes, like splashing ink, pure abyss blue stood straight, his face was cold, his eyes were dark like the sea, and the depths flashed with bloodthirsty light. The hand hidden in the sleeve was trembling slightly.

Next to him, Chunyuan Lan Mu, who was dressed in white, seemed to have just come back to his senses, and strode towards the house. The ancient painting fan looked at his figure getting closer and closer, and lowered his eyes to his arm. The wound that had just healed there had been badly wounded that night, and there must have been blood on his arm at this moment.

Unsurprisingly, Chunyuan Lanmu walked through his body again and walked towards the house.

On the side, Chunyuan Lan took a stiff step, but then pursed her lips and stopped, looking straight into the room with her eyes, and no longer took a step.

Looking at their actions and their words, the ancient painting fan felt a little like watching a play. Thinking of the person lying on the bed, remembering that he was the protagonist of this play, I felt a little dazed and bitter.

Walking towards the house, the sound of fluttering cries and the whimpering of the rokfus came into his ears, but the ancient painting fan felt extremely calm in his heart.

The white-clothed figure looked straight at the person on the bed through the screen, and the trembling sleeves revealed his disguised calmness.

Drops of blood flowed from his sleeves to the ground, this scene overlapped with the scene in Mingyue Pavilion that year, and the ancient painting fan felt that the mood that had just been a little relaxed was not calm again.

I wanted to go up and wipe it for him, but the ancient painting fan knew that it was useless.

"Woo woo, fan, fan..."

Fluttering frowned, her hands tightly gripping the hands of the person on the bed, in pain.

On the side was Liufu, who hung his head and did not cry, but kept wiping his tears with his hands.

She wanted to go up to comfort them, but looking at such a picture, she still felt awkward in her heart, and stood stunned for a while, looking at the farce-like scene, not knowing what to do.5./books//150/

Tomb robbery notes.

I don't know how long later, a bulletin sounded outside the house.

"Emperor Qi, a monk outside the palace gate claimed to be Master Yiyun of Guyun Temple, and asked to see the emperor. The monk said to show this thing to the emperor, and the emperor will know. ”

The ancient painting fan was stunned when he heard the words, and ran out of the house, and as soon as he arrived outside the house, he saw a big inner guard Xiao Feng kneeling on one knee, and said respectfully, The thing in his hand was caught by Emperor Chunyuan.

These words shocked everyone present, including her, a 'little ghost' who had nowhere to take in!

However, in the hearts of others, they should be thinking about why the Taoist monk who is highly respected and has no end in sight suddenly wants to meet the emperor.

And if you ask her why she was shocked? Thinking of the two unobtrusive masters in Qingquan Temple, the corners of the ancient painting fan's mouth twitched fiercely! Can she add a thriller to the end of the shock!

I don't know what it is, after Emperor Chunyuan started it, his expression changed, he looked at the room, and commanded loudly: "Good life take care of the painting fan!" Then he strode away, and Li Xiuwen on the side also followed.

The ancient painting fan was very grateful to Emperor Chunyuan in his heart, and he was really grateful to this king who was entangled in government affairs and waved his pen to be so concerned about her as a little palace maid.

Turning his head to look at the crying fluttering dance in the room, he also stopped crying after hearing the report, looked at Liufu who also stopped sobbing in a daze, and muttered, "Master Yiyun is here?" Master Yiyun must be able to save the fan, is it for sure? Father-in-law of Lukfook? ”

As if he had suddenly woken up, he pulled his legs and ran out of the room. Seeing that he was about to pass through him again, the ancient painting fan felt awkward, so he got out of the way early.

Chunyuan Lan Mu on the side was still standing straight, looking at himself on the bed through the screen.

The ancient painting fan glanced at the pure abyss blue life outside the room, and then looked at the pure abyss blue mu in the room, and it was not a taste in his heart. When he was hesitating, he was dancing with an exclamation, breaking the silence.

"Sixth Highness, your hand is injured!"

Seeing Chunyuan Lan Mu's bloodstained hands, Piao Wu's face changed drastically, and she quickly got up and reached for a small cabinet on the wardrobe in the house.

It may be that her nervous emotions made her movements a little inflexible, and in the silent exclamation of the ancient painting fan, another small cabinet on the wardrobe was touched by fluttering, and fell to the ground crookedly.

The cabinet was tilted, and the upper buckle was unfastened, and the thick paper inside was immediately scattered to the ground.

A young man dressed in white in the pavilion is standing with his hands in his hands, and the wind raises his hair, flowing incomparably, like a fairy. Although there is only one back, it is clear who the person in the painting is.

There were several letters scattered among the sheets of paper, but they were not signed.

The ancient painting fan ran to Piaowu's side, looking at her smashed red palms, and felt distressed.

Piao Wu was flustered, and quickly reached out to pick it up. But he was blocked by Chunyuan Lan Mu, who had walked to the paper at some point. Fluttering and looking up at Chunyuan Lan Mu, what could not be concealed in his eyes was a strong incomprehensible affection and bitterness.

The ancient painting fan looked at the paintings and letters in a daze, and was picked up by his bone-cut bare hands and watched carefully. Only then did he suddenly come back to his senses, but his face involuntarily had a fever. His eyes suddenly turned to the pure abyss blue who had walked to the door of the room at some point, and at this moment his dark eyes were staring straight at those portraits and letters.

The ancient painting fan whined! Sister Piaowu, you're going to make me miserable now!

Obviously there is nothing, but why does she just have a feeling of being caught in the 'red apricot out of the wall'!

Babies, the little ghost wants to recommend a ticket-