Fanghua Hall is surrounded by a lotus pond, but no lotus flowers are planted, but the fertile soil is planted with soul-attracting flowers.

When the wind blows, the bewitching flowers, like the messengers of hell are dancing its spirit flags.

Because it is close to the Cold Food Festival, these flowers bloom more vigorously, and the faint fragrance of flowers seems to guide a road of no return to Huangquan.

A white shadow floated from the flowers, and with a lift of his hand, the lights of the palace were extinguished. Strangely, there is no figure of the palace maid shouting and lighting the lamp.

The white shadow was elegant, and a gust of wind entered the innermost palace.

The gauze curtains were fluttering by the wind, and the bead curtains collided with each other to make a crisp sound.

The sleeping beauty in the bath felt cold and wanted to call the palace maid to come in to serve, but found that it was dark all around, and even the palace lights on the corner were extinguished!

I could only barely see the near scene by the moonlight, but I accidentally fell asleep, these palace maids were so unsatisfied!

"Someone! Xiao Cui, where did you die? Come on, light the lamp, and dress the main palace! ”

Raising his hand, he came out of the water and took a shirt and put it on according to the route of his memory.

The door creaked, and Duan Fang knew that someone was coming, and was a little annoyed:

"Why is it so slow, what are you doing!"

The man still knew that he was wrong, so he didn't dare to speak back, took his clothes, and dressed them for her one by one with Duanfang's cooperation.

Duan Fang took the belt herself, "I'll come by myself, you go and light the lamp." ”

Feeling that the palace maid had left, Duan Fang spread out the belt and pulled it smoothly and tied it around the thin waist.

"Xiaocui, why haven't you lit the lights yet?"

The man beside the lamp on the table was embarrassed and said,

"There's no more fire folding."

"Go and find it." Duan Fang said depressedly, what's going on today, it's so dark.

I walked to the table in the dark, put my hand on the table, and overwhelmed a hard object.

Feeling a little familiar, he took a look at it curiously and frowned, "This damn slave, where is the fire fold going here to find it!" ”

Duan Fang stood up angrily, leaned close to the lamp, and planned to light the lamp himself.

I pulled the fire fold, but it didn't pull it open, and then I pulled it, but it still didn't pull it away.

"Damn it!"

Throw the fire fold hard and throw it on the ground. The light on the table "flickered" and lit!

"Ahh Duan Fang was so frightened that she fell out of her chair, "Who, what's going on?" ”

Look around and make sure there is no one, why does the light come on its own?

"Whew~Whew~"

The insects outside the window were loud, and the wind masked the insects, and they came in from outside the window, blowing the curtains like the scene of hell.

The only lamp inside fluttered and swayed, and Duanfang's black shadow also swayed.

She took a deep breath and picked up the only light to close the window.

Standing by the window for a while, I couldn't help but sigh when I saw the darkness outside.

"Whew~" The lights went out.

Duan Fang was shocked, the light in his hand turned out, and he didn't close the window, he bent down to pick up the lamp, "Ah! ”

A pale child's face comes into view! The child's eye frames were gurgling with blood, her eyes were not focused, and she looked at Duan Fang above with her face facing up.

"Fire Excerpt ......"

The child cowered and handed a black box to Duanfang, Duanfang didn't dare to take it, and after retreating, the little girl went further, still handing the black box to Duanfang.

In the end, there was no way to retreat, and Duan Fang had no choice but to tremble and take the box that she had lost.

At this time, there was a burst of moonlight shining in from outside, enough for her to see the box clearly!

The picture on the top of the box is a crooked hand-drawn drawing, and you can roughly see the picture on it:

An adult holds a child in his arms, and they sit on a large stone in the lotus pond to rest.

It was originally an ordinary parent-child picture, but in Duanfang's opinion, it was really shocking and unbelievable.

Because that fire fold is the box that her daughter found when she went to the lotus pond, but the box was not in the lotus pond, but she deliberately lied to her.

Later, she found her daughter's body and made her favorite fire fold as her funeral object, why is this fire fold here!

Duan Fang trembled and held the fire fold, and after seeing the little girl's white and bloodless face, the fire fold fell to the ground again.

"You...... You ......"

Duan Fang pointed at the little girl and stammered speechless.

The little girl slowly picked up the fire fold and wiped it again and again.

"My fire fold, fire fold is not in the water, the water is so cold, there is nothing."

The little girl said complainingly, as if she was complaining, as if she was complaining.

Duan Fang took a breath of cold air, feeling that his nose was full of the cold air of the middle of the night on a spring day.

"Why did the concubine tell Qingping that it was in the water? Qingping is so cold, the mother hugs. ”

"Murong Qingping" said as he opened his hands and walked towards Duanfang, asking her to hug her.

"You...... Qingping, the mother concubine didn't mean it. ”

Duan Fang was shocked and sad, covering her heart and constantly moving to the side.

Murong Xuetian was a little puzzled, why wasn't she afraid?

"Is it okay for the concubine to help Qingping open this fire fold, it's so dark and cold here."

"Okay." Duanfang looked at Murong Qingping and took the box complicatedly.

？？？

What the? This woman is not afraid? Just took the box like that?

Murong Xue was full of questions, but there was no one to verify.

"Qingping, can you help the concubine bring the lamp?"

Duan Fang's expression moved, settled his mind, and quietly moved to the small lattice wall where the vase was placed.

Murong Xue looked at her scared and moved to the side, and was a little puzzled, nodded obediently, bent down and picked up the lamp with her small hand.

"Whew!" "Whew!" "Whew!"

Three short arrows swished towards Murong Xue's small body, and she had also taken medicine to improve her strength and dodged the hidden arrows.

Unfortunately, he was scratched on his body, and he glanced at Duanfang in a haze, and jumped out of the small window towards a side hall.

She didn't pay attention when she went, and two palace maids saw Murong Xuetian's outfit, and their eyes rolled and they were scared to death.

Duanfang's heart was undecided, she was really taken a jump when she first saw "Murong Qingping", and then slowly recovered.

Her daughter is dead, and he doesn't believe in ghosts at all.

Therefore, when Murong Xue asked her to open the fire fold, she pretended to agree and activated the mechanism.

There was no one here, but the surroundings seemed eerily quiet and cold.

There was no light, and Duanfang's mood also calmed down from fright.

She thought about all possible people, and she didn't have any idea about who came today.

Who is she? Why do you know that there is still a matter of Qingping in the fire fold?

And, looking at the sophisticated means, it doesn't look like a three- or four-year-old child.

Just as Duan Fang was thinking about who the person who had come to scare her was the ghost, a black shadow flashed through the window and slashed at Duan Fang's neck.

Then, the black shadow carried Duan Fang away.