The beauty in the mirror is beautiful, look closely, there is a little more evil between the eyebrows and eyes, and the eyes are drooping, adding a little weaker and more delicate feeling of the cool breeze.

Holding a self-portrait in the mirror, the corners of the eyes are hooked, and the pure and petite face adds a bit of charm. Meng Zhaoyue looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction, with her beauty, she would not worry about glory and wealth in the future.

As long as she firmly grasps His Royal Highness King Xin, she will see who dares to underestimate her in the future.

"After the second son's funeral is over, according to the behavior of the Guogong Mansion, the young lady will definitely not be allowed to stay, and when the time comes, what will the young lady do." Mama Li said.

"Don't worry, I have my own plans for this." Meng Zhaoyue didn't care.

"What about the eldest prince?"

At the mention of Meng Caiguang, Meng Zhaoyue had a look on her face, but this little bit of emotional fluctuation was fleeting, and it did not affect her happy mood at the moment.

"Mama don't have to worry, as long as the Guogong Mansion is not in a day, no one will dare to do anything to my brother, even if my father is angry, he can only endure it, and now the Meng family only has one son, the eldest brother, and the father can't let the Meng family cut off his children and grandchildren!"

"That's the way to say, Ling Niangzi's temper, I'm afraid that this thing can't be so easy to be good, I don't dare to do anything on the surface, I'm afraid that someone will secretly make it bad, and I want me to say that the eldest son's temperament is too gentle, a little tougher, and he won't be bullied like this." Mama Li sighed, she grew up watching Meng Caiguang and Meng Zhaoyue grow up, and seeing them fall step by step to where they are today, she felt an indescribable sadness in her heart.

Meng Zhaoyue didn't speak, and called Xiaoqing to come over and wait for her to freshen up and fall asleep.

In the middle of the night, there was a wind outside.

The whistling cold wind accompanied by the whimpering sound of the mourning hall was terrifying and eerie.

Meng Zhaoyue hugged the quilt, listened to the crying outside, couldn't fall asleep for a long time, and flipped it for a long time before she fell asleep.

Halfway through her sleep, she woke up from the nightmare with a sudden excitement all over her body, Meng Zhaoyue covered her chest and gasped for breath, exhaling in one breath, but she almost forgot to breathe and held herself.

In the dark silence, the faint gasp was clearly audible.

She froze and slowly turned her head away, all of her hairs exploding when she saw the blurred black shadow not far away.

Meng Zhaoyue's heart beat wildly, her face turned pale as death in an instant, her throat seemed to be pinched by someone's hand, her breathing stopped, and her blood was blocked.

The black shadow stayed motionless, only to see two pairs of red eyes staring at her gloomily, and the resentful eyes made people's scalps tingle and tremble.

The black shadow approached step by step, and as he got closer, he could vaguely see the bright red blood oozing from his eye sockets, as well as the bloody hole the size of a fist in his abdomen......

That face, as well as the clothes on his body, are clearly Meng Qiwen who should be lying in the coffin, and he can't die anymore!

Ahh————h

The screams resounded throughout the night, Meng Zhaoyue hugged the quilt and shrank into the bed one by one, while screaming with fear in her mouth.

Help, help-

There are ghosts, help, Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing help-

The incoherent screams seemed to be able to tear the roof over, and Meng Zhaoyue pulled her throat and screamed with all the strength of her body.

The strange thing is that there was a deathly silence outside, no one responded, Xiaoqing who was keeping vigil in the house, and everyone in the courtyard seemed to have disappeared.

No one heard her screams, and no one heard her cries.

It was as if she had fallen into a new nightmare, full of ghosts and demons, empty and terrifying, except for the shadowy gasps in her ears.

The black shadow, step by step, approached.

The sound of ticking, ticking, blood dripping to the ground.

“…… I died so miserably, you give me back my life, Meng Zhaoyue, you give me back my life! ”

The hollow and eerie voice of resentment seems to come from the underworld.

"You return my life, Meng Zhaoyue, you return my life......"

"It's not me, it's not me, don't come to me, don't come to me......" Meng Zhaoyue trembled like a leaf blown by the wind, her head shrunk in the quilt, holding her head with both hands, and tried her best to shrink and shrink again.

"It was my eldest brother who killed you, if you want to find him, go to him, don't do my business, don't do my business." Meng Zhaoyue's voice trembled, her head was blank, and half of the three souls and six spirits were gone.

"You give me back my life, give me back my life......"

The eerie sound echoed in my ears in a loop.

The cold fingers pulled at her body, the stinking blood filled her nose, and the ghost in front of her seemed to drag her into the Infernal Hell in an instant.

“…… Don't, don't! ”。

Meng Zhaoyue completely collapsed, waving her hands and crying: "You can't blame me, you can't blame me, if you want to blame, blame yourself, everything is your own doing, you brute, you deserve to go to hell, I'm right, that's right." ”