Sheng Changning was only twenty-eight years old when he died, and the wine was given by his brother the prince, and the wine was very cold, flowing through her throat, sealing her throat inch by inch, and suffocating her breath was a luxury.

She tried hard to raise her eyes, and by the gate of her Changning Palace, the figure standing was still heroic and upright, shining like a scorching sun.

But he just looked at it, and there was no more affection in his eyes, watching her being pressed by the chamberlain, and watching her poisonous wine soak into his heart.

Then he said.

"Minister, send off Princess Changning."

The afterglow gradually faded, and Sheng Changning tilted his head uncontrollably.

"Hey, wake up—"

The beads on the bun shook slightly, and then hit each other again, making a crisp sound, like jade beads falling on a plate.

Sheng Changning raised his head, his eyes gradually returned to clarity, and in front of him was a face magnified several times, that face was as white as a whole piece of fat powder paste, and his lips were scarlet like dripping blood, like a ghost.

Don't look over, Sheng Changning had a hint of disgust in his eyes.

"It's strange that you female ghost can doze off all day." The ghost didn't care about her attitude, and circled around her, with a curious look in his eyes.

Sheng Changning slowly pulled out the big sleeves that were pressed by him, and the hem of the Yunjin sleeve was still stained with her blood before her death, and it had not dried up yet, and it was as bright red as a crushed delicate flower.

"When will Hongu leave?" Maybe it was because the wine before she died was too prickly, and her voice remained hoarse.

Sheng Changning has been in this underworld for a long time, looking at the lonely ghosts coming and going, some of them were able to drink the bowl of soup and cross the Nai He Bridge, and some of them stayed like her.

But if she doesn't leave, she will almost forget who her last name is.

The white-faced ghost doesn't care about Sheng Changning's self-profess, most of the ghosts wandering here have obsessions that they can't let go, and it's normal to have some yang tones.

Just after listening to her words, the white-faced ghost was a little angry: "Go? Am I not letting you go? It's you—" He stretched out his long finger and pointed at Sheng Changning.

Sheng Changning lowered her eyes and looked at the finger in front of her, her face was as pale as her master's, and she was a little stunned.

"Once upon a time...... But no one dared to point to the palace. ”

The white-faced ghost shook his face and smiled miserably, "There is no princess now, you are a living ghost." ”

As soon as the words fell, the white-faced ghost straightened up, revealing his equally snow-white robe, and floated away.

Sheng Changning was stunned, her chest suddenly twitched with a slight pain because of these words, she raised her hand to stroke it in a daze, but she couldn't feel the warm breath, she lowered her long eyelashes, and the expression on her face couldn't be colder.

"Drink?"

A wooden bowl filled with water was handed to him, and a delicate voice fell.

Sheng Changning took it, but she didn't get up.

The waist straightened up, she looked up slightly, the person in front of her was very familiar, Sheng Changning recognized her, it was Meng Niangzi who was distributing soup by the Lechuan River.

Meng Niangzi was born beautiful, and many ghosts came here to see her. Sheng Changning thought of the white-faced ghost who had just left, and slowly thought in his heart, if Xie Bi'an had been more patient to talk to her, maybe he would have seen Meng Niangzi now.

"Can I drink it?"

Sheng Changning asked softly, her eyes were a little confused, she knew that Meng Niangzi's soup was made with eight tears as the lead, and it was very precious, there was only one pot a day, and there would be no ghosts who came late.

It's just that she should have drunk this soup and reincarnated a long time ago, but when Meng Niangzi saw her, she frowned and said that she couldn't drink it.

Otherwise, the underworld will be forever guarded, and the worst will be wiped out.

"When the time comes, you will naturally go to reincarnation with them." Meng Niangzi raised her hand, nodded at the lonely soul by the bridge in front of her, and said so.

Hearing this, Sheng Changning did not hesitate, took the wooden bowl, and swallowed the bowl of clear soup. After several years of waiting, it has long been difficult for her.

The soup slid through her throat, Sheng Changning's consciousness became a little hazy, and she inexplicably remembered the glass of wine she drank before she died.

Changning Changning.

Didn't my brother wish me a long life of happiness and peace?

………………

"Sheng Changqing! Get here—"

"I haven't seen you for many days, and I want this princess to teach you even rolling?"

A sharp sound fell, and before Sheng Changning could react, a burst of gravity hit, and her body couldn't help but rush forward, and her palm was suddenly scraped by the stones on the ground.

Sheng Changning was only surprised, because of this fall, she could find that her chest was beating violently.

It was the warmth she had longed for in the underworld.

didn't wait for Sheng Changning to do something or say something.

The person who kicked her behind had to make up for it regardless of the ground, Sheng Changning endured the discomfort all over his body and turned to the side, but he didn't stabilize his center of gravity, and rolled straight down the steep slope.

Now, it really hurts.

Sheng Changning's face was white, and the sharp pain in her arm made her lie on the ground and didn't get up again, this was the second time she couldn't care about the dignified demeanor engraved in her bones.

The first time was the day he was given death.

"Yes, this princess said that Sheng Changqing is so smart, he can get through it at one point, and he really rolled very well!"

The voice was sarcastic and childish, but also full of disdain, and won the laughter of the crowd.

After a while, the group of people who made trouble with Sheng Changning dispersed one by one, and the princess who kicked her before leaving threw an object down, rolling bonelessly, and smashed it on Sheng Changning's face.

If you want to change to Sheng Changning in the past, this person was taken away by Ananti before she touched her, how could she kick and insult Sheng Changning so recklessly.

It's just that now where is the past.

Princess Changning has long since died, and it is estimated that the grave grass is half a person high.

Sheng Changning got up lightly, and the coldness on her face fell on her hand, she frowned, and picked it up with her uninjured hand.

It's a small silver ingot, weighing as much as one or two.

I don't know what she thought of, Sheng Changning's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and she was silent for a while, she turned over the bottom of the ingot, and as she expected, the word "Jinhua" was engraved there.

"Princess...... Five Princesses ......"

A call that was lower than the other made Sheng Changning's heart move, and before she could think of anything, she had already blurted out: "I'm here." ”

The sound over there was immediately paused, and with the sound of trampling on the fallen leaves, a figure appeared in front of Sheng Changning.

"Yuan'er......" Sheng Changning called her tentatively.

Yuan'er hurriedly mourned and whispered: "It's me, it's me, princess...... What's going on......" she said, her voice already crying.

Sheng Changning was carefully picked up by her, Yuan'er supported her, and tears kept falling, "Is it Princess Anle who did it, how can she do this... You're clearly ......"

She kept crying and talking, and the noise made Sheng Changning's head hurt even more, she missed Anan a little, she never talked too much in front of Sheng Changning, let alone cried.

"How can I compare with her?" Sheng Changning looked at the apricot fallen leaves under his feet, and said sullenly, successfully blocking Yuan'er's words.

The sky gradually darkened, and the large orange that had spread across the sky was covered by ink, and its vivid colors were no longer visible.