There was a loud bang in his head, and his breath was suffocated.

Yes, many years ago, he saw it beside the emperor, that beautiful woman who captivated the city and the country, with a bright body and a proud smile, which was enough to amaze the world.

The ninth girl of the Qin family, who grew up in the deep boudoir, has a bewitching face, a world-class intelligence, and a terrifying courage.

She is the ninth miss of the Qin family, the holy daughter of the hermit clan, and the former mother of the Northern Yan country.

Qin Changhuan!

Even though she is a famous lady, she has her own arrogant demeanor, iron bones, and natural nature, and cannot tolerate anyone's betrayal and trampling.

Even Yan Heng can't!

Qin Changhuan, who has been dead for three years, has finally crawled back from hell.

Qin Changhuan knew that Bai Yuan finally recognized himself, and his body instantly rose in the wind, grabbing Yun Yi's shoulders and fluttering backwards, leaving a sentence of infinite killing: "Deal with this person with a face-to-face punishment and give it to Yan Heng!" ”

Yan Heng once punished her with a face, and disposed of the seventh beloved general under her seat.

Now, she also wants to use this way of death to give back to Yan Heng.

This is the second gift she has given him!

"Ahh

A heart-rending roar suddenly entered the sky, but in an instant, it was drowned in the lips and teeth.

The black-clothed man with the knife had a cold and piercing face, and the blade in his hand was dripping with blood, but his eyes could only be indifferent, and his voice was even more cold: "Send this ungrateful slave to the Yan Heng Palace, in order to show the master's thoughts." ”

Qin Changhuan was kind to Baiyuan to save his life, but Baiyuan ignored his kindness, aided and abused, and personally sent tens of thousands of Qin family troops to Huangquan Road on the grounds of rewarding the Qin family's army.

Damn it!

Bai Yuan was tortured by face-to-face, but his eyes were always staring at the direction Qin Changhuan left.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret.

Emperor...... She...... It's back!

The wind was blowing, and Chang'an Avenue was as dead silent.

"Month by month, you're back......"

A hoarse voice suddenly came from the silver tree, and there was a sour feeling in Qiancheng's eyes, and under the thin moonlight, the man's eyes were full of blood-red streamers, and how much heartbreak and longing were in his whisper.

The golden mask on his face was indescribably weird, he stood on top of the jasper silver tree, his dark robe stretched in the wind, his hair was entangled, and the aura around his body seemed to be much lighter, like an immortal standing under the vast sky.

Stunning in the world.

Chongyue Mansion.

Mourning Hall.

Chongyuejiao's coffin was parked in the hall, surrounded by white curtains, Mrs. Chongyue knelt on the futon, dressed in a plain shirt, without powder on her face, crying into tears, a pair of eyes were almost swollen into walnuts: "Jiaojiao, my Jiaojiao......"

She still doesn't understand, how could a good person suddenly die violently?

The candle flame in the hall was swayed by the cold wind, the branches of the trees outside the house swayed, and the wind swept on the branches, making a whining sound, like a group of demons dancing wildly, and the lights were suddenly blown out by a gust of yin wind, and the gloomy atmosphere suddenly spread.

A black figure fell silently in the mourning hall, and Qin Changhuan's hidden figure disappeared into the darkness.

"Huhuhu......"

The voice like a ghost crying sounded in the gloomy mourning hall, and Mrs. Chongyue, who was guarding her daughter's spirit, suddenly shivered, and the two maidservants next to her were also trembling with fright, rubbing their eyes and looking at the coffin in the center of the mourning hall.

A slender figure was reflected on the screen window, and Mrs. Chongyue asked in an awe-inspiring tone, "Who is it?" ”

"Who am I?"

The figure lowered its head gently, and the slender and emaciated shadow made people feel sad no matter how they looked at it, and said abruptly, "I don't know who I am......"

The figure laughed lowly, and his laughter was hoarse and terrifying like a ghost: "The ninth princess of Nanqin? Miss Qin Jiajiu? The Hidden Saintess? Or, the Empress of Beiyan who died on the night of the seal! ”

"Boom!"

Mrs. Chongyue fell to the ground with a thud, raised her hand trembling slightly, pointed to the figure of the screen window, her lips and teeth trembled: "You...... Who the hell are you to break into the Chongyue Mansion at night......"

The figure outside the window was extremely slender, as if it could be blown away by the wind at any time, his voice was cool and hoarse, with great hatred, and he was angry: "Sixteen years ago, Chongyue He fornicated with Beiyan and killed me in Nanqin. ”

"Why, it's only been sixteen years, and Madame has forgotten who I am?"

"Madame thinks that Yan Heng will skin me and cramp, so I can't turn into a ghost and come back to ask for my life?"

"Chongyuejiao gave me the word 'slut', and I gave her a human skin beauty fan in return."