The royal family of the Marquis of Yichun in the Western Han Dynasty

In the middle of the night, the lights were bright, and from time to time there were several sounds of women crying. The old doctor with a goatee carrying a medicine box was hurriedly invited.

The servant led the way, through the winding corridor, to the lady's boudoir. As soon as I entered, I was surrounded by several people.

The old man of the Wang family trembled a little when he spoke, holding the old doctor's hand, "Doctor Zhang, please show the little girl!" ”

"Doctor Zhang, please save my daughter!" Madame Wang walked out of the cubicle.

The beautiful woman who had been dressed in a dignified and decent manner during the day could not stand on her feet now, but now she could only be supported by a few girls, looking at the old doctor with pleading eyes.

"Madam, get out of the way first, let Dr. Zhang show Yan'er!" In front of the bed, the two little girls, including Lychee, lowered their heads and wept, seeing that the doctor was coming, they quickly stood up and let the old doctor in.

The girl lying on the bed was Wang Jingyan, who was still eccentric during the day, and now she was lying there quietly, where was there still half of the day's life.

The old doctor stepped forward, probed the girl's snort, put his hand on his neck and probed, and shook his head helplessly.

"Master Wang, Miss is no longer breathing, please mourn and change!"

Old Man Wang froze there, his eyes straightened, Mrs. Wang collapsed to the ground all of a sudden, and the maids also cried bitterly.

"Yan'er, my life, wake up quickly, as long as you wake up, your father and mother will never force you to marry again!"

Master Wang seems to have aged many years all of a sudden, and his back doesn't look as straight as before, and he is blowing his shoulders.

"I can't imagine that I, Wang Xian, have been happy and good all my life, but now I have ended up with a white-haired person sending a black-haired person, and even this only daughter will leave me."

Seeing a few girls crying, anger rushed to his head!

"It's all you who don't take good care of Yan'er, you go and bury my Yan'er! Come on, drag these down and kill them with a cane! ”

A few maids were paralyzed on the ground, but they couldn't even beg for mercy.

The lychee next to the bed was just about to be dragged away by the guards, but suddenly found that the throat of the girl lying on the bed seemed to move, and then her eyelids began to tremble, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Ahh

Screams rang out from the room, and a few cowardly servants even rolled out of the room.

Sitting up from the bed was the eldest lady who had been told by the doctor that she was powerless, and I saw her frowning and looking at everything in front of her, a little confused and a little confused.

Jingyan felt that she had reached the underworld, otherwise how could she see a group of people in ancient costumes crying and crying in the house, and there was a beautiful woman holding herself in her arms, constantly screaming with her heart and liver.

The last memory of himself in the yang world is the terrifying smile and shrill voice of that demon sister.

That's what hell looks like! But the tingling sensation in her neck made her feel a little puzzled, can you still feel pain when you die? Doesn't it mean that ghosts don't feel anything?

"My Yan'er, my father and mother won't force you to marry anymore, if you like Langya Yu, I'll be cheeky to go to the Langya family to discuss these days, as long as you live!" Mrs. Wang wiped her tears and hugged her daughter and cried continuously.

Master Wang also stood next to him, his eyes were red, and he secretly thought that God still took pity on him, knowing that he was a lone seedling, and then returned his daughter to himself from the ghost gate! At the same time, he secretly made up his mind that he would continue to do good deeds and accumulate happiness in the future.

Feeling the body temperature of the woman holding her, Jingyan's doubts became deeper and deeper, could it be that ghosts also have body temperature? She wanted to speak, but found that her throat was so hot and painful that she could only babble.

Mrs. Wang hurriedly instructed the maid to bring her a glass of water, and when the water was in her mouth, something was wrong, and it was getting more and more wrong.

The taste of the water is so real, and the throat that can't make a sound in pain, and the warm embrace, and then look at the antique arrangements around and the cumbersome ancients wearing headdresses, an amazing thought flashed through my mind, could it be that my soul has returned to ancient times?