Boom –

A thunderclap blasted into the night sky, accompanied by silver-white lightning, illuminating the rain-and-blood palace, and plunging into darkness again.

The wind was howling, the cold rain was pouring, and the solemn air was filled with the clanging sound of weapons handing over.

The pure white figure rushed in the dim light and shadow under the lantern of the eaves of the corridor, barefoot, and his long hair fluttering.

The rain flew in diagonally, wetting her left shoulder, cold and biting, but without the slightest pause.

The mourning hall full of mourning flags was empty, the brazier in front of the coffin had long been out of heat, the cold wind was sluggish, the paper ashes were blowing, and the mourning flags were dancing wildly, which was even more gloomy.

She stood still in front of the coffin, hesitated for a while, pushed the coffin lid hard and got in, just closed the coffin lid from the inside, and forced into the mourning hall.

The coffin was so heavy that it blocked out the sound of the fight, and it was not very real to hear.

She lay on her side in the narrow coffin, grabbed half of the coffin's owner's position, and lay down side by side with the coffin's owner.

She pushed the coffin's owner's shoulder with her left hand to keep her lying on her side, and her right hand reached down to lift her legs a little apart, so that her two empty legs had a point of focus.

Just now her legs were crossed, for fear of crushing the owner of the coffin.

"Concubine Niangniang, I'm really sorry, borrow your coffin for a while, don't blame it."

Fu Yingran muttered quietly, listening intently to the situation outside, resisting the urge to twist his body.

The coffin was so cramped that the two were almost close together.

Fortunately, it was cold in winter, and the corpse did not smell too bad.

Feeling the stiff and cold touch in front of her, she had goosebumps all over her body, trying to ignore the fact that the other party was dead, moving her sore arm slightly, and suddenly touched something......

Well? This is......

Fu Yingran touched his entire palm uncertainly, explored up and down again, and gasped in shock.

With such a big belly, is she pregnant?

How could a concubine who has been widowed for more than ten years be pregnant......

Fu Yingran's hand touched upwards and accidentally touched her chin, only to hear a click, the sound of something falling.

After a while, there was a soft knock, like the sound of teeth colliding.

Hearing in the dark is always extra acute.

Fu Ying's left arm went around in front of her, and finally touched a round, smooth object, a little slippery, which should have fallen out of her mouth.

The faint sound of fighting disappeared completely, and the claustrophobic coffin suddenly blew in a breath of fresh air, and the vision of the five fingers that could not be reached brightened.

The crescent moon carried the palace lamp into the coffin, and Fu Chen's worried eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and his hands stretched out.

Fu Tan lifted her out with both hands under her armpits, and as soon as her feet hit the ground, she felt a chill, and the crescent moon immediately put her shoes on.

"It's a rare guest, it's a coincidence to come back."

"You're scared."

Fu Yingran looked up at the person in front of her slightly, and couldn't help but sigh softly, no matter how long she had known each other, every time she saw it, she would be amazed.

What a stunning person.

Dressed in red, dazzling and demonic.

The well-defined facial features are deep and calm, but they are also cold and arrogant, making people dare not look directly and are difficult to approach.

The most eye-catching thing is the restrained Danfeng eyes, which carry endless mysteries and make people can't help but peek into the secrets inside.

Fu Yingran was only wearing a thin undergarment, and Fu Chen took off his coat and put it on her, and his whole body was soaked in cold air.

The mourning hall was full of corpses, and the smell of blood was thick.

"It's not once or twice, I'm not surprised by this kind of thing now."

In the past six months, there have been countless assassinations of all sizes, poisoning, sneak attacks, night attacks, and everything she is used to.

Fu Yingran patted him on the shoulder with a smile, turned his head to the palace lamp and picked up the things in his hand.

It turned out to be a pearl.

However, looking at this aura luster, it is the size of a dragon's eye, and it is definitely impossible for a little concubine to have.

The concubine lying in the coffin was once a maid in the palace, and the emperor was lucky when he came to the palace to travel, but he was not brought back to the palace, and he was only sealed as a low-level entertainment spirit, and he didn't even have a title.

Because of that short-term pampering, he spent his whole life alone in this lonely place, although he had the status of a concubine, he was very poor, and he had to make his own handkerchief and other handmade subsidies to live, which was not more noble than his subordinates.

So where did she get this pearl from?

I'm afraid this color is only available in the palace.

And why is it hidden in the mouth?

"Master, what is this?"

Fu Yingran was woken up by the crescent moon, and directly handed over the pearl to her for safekeeping, and then consciously hugged the cold and stiff shoulders.

"Crescent moon, go make tea, ask for Fu Chen's favorite monttop stone flower, warm him up, and relieve fatigue."

As he spoke, he pulled his shoes and ran out of the mourning hall, and the crescent moon hurriedly caught up with her to show her the way, "Master, the outside hasn't been cleaned up yet." ”

"The Buddha is back, what are you afraid of?"

The small palace lantern swims on the winding corridor, swaying and leisurely, and blends with the surrounding slaughter that has not yet ended, and seems to be separated by mountains and seas.

Two girls ran in front, and all those who wanted to get close were stabbed to death by the man who followed behind.

Back in his dormitory, Fu Yingran threw himself directly to the brazier and hugged the quilt on his body.

When he came in, he saw a silkworm chrysalis with only its head exposed, his face was red from the cold, and when he looked at him, his pupils were clear and clear as if they were soaked in the ocean, and he was smiling.

"Where have you been this time, you haven't been seen for a month."

He sat down at her side, poured the tea from the crescent moon into a cup, and brought it to her.

Fu Yingran saw that he didn't speak, pursed the corners of his mouth, retracted his hand, and took a sip from the teacup.

"Well, don't say it."

After a pause, he spoke again.

"Are you my bodyguard or my father's bodyguard?"

"There are some things that are not the time to tell you......"

"Alright, I have the answer."

Fu Yingran interrupted him, and asked in vain, and he couldn't remember the lesson every time.

The crescent moon soaked her feet in hot water, and kept pouring water on her dirty and frozen red feet, and said in fear, "Fortunately, the guards arrived in time today, otherwise we would have been miserable." The Assassins were more and more ruthless each time, and the guards were rewarded again. ”

Fu Yingran snorted lightly, she had never seen any of the guards so casual, she wanted to come and go, and she didn't greet her as the master.

Fu Tan pretended not to see her complaint, raised the corners of his mouth, and spread his hands, "Ask the master for reward." ”

Fu Yingzhi raised his eyebrows.

This man is quite thick-skinned, and he has to inch in......

With a shrug of his shoulders, the quilt slid to his waist, his back straightened, and his eyes stared straight at him.

The crescent moon pursed her lips and moved uncomfortably.

Then he saw the master raise his right arm, wave it in front of him, and the arm shook in an arc, and rolled up a hair around his left chest.

The onion-like fingers passed through the black hair, and the tail finger hooked and picked one up, wrapped it around the index finger twice, and ripped it off with a gentle stroke.

With a few quick fingers, he wrapped the hair into a butterfly shape and spread it in the palm of his hand.

"I don't know why you like to collect hair, what kind of quirk is this."

The crescent moon said happily, "The habit of the guards is to save money, so the master doesn't have to break the bank." ”

Fu Yingran smiled dryly, "I have to suspect that he is trying to turn me bald." ”

As always, he wrapped his hair in a clean silk silk and carried it into his arms, and his serious appearance gave people a sense of sacredness and piety.

Although Fu Yingran was curious, he didn't ask any more.

He has a very tight mouth, as long as he doesn't want to say it, he can't pry it open, and she doesn't bother to waste that effort.