"Oh, the emperor must have sent someone to surprise the mother." The palace maid smiled, walked over and pushed the embroidery window open, but before she could react, everyone was already screaming.

The guards hurriedly arrived, and the frightened palace maids eased up a little, and stepped forward to support the concubine: "Niangniang, ah! ”

"This means so good, let's move these flowers back to the house, you can see them every day in the future, and it also means that we are happy every day."

Grateful for a moment's grace, I will rest for the rest of my life.

"Ghost, ghost......" the concubine screamed miserably, and fell to the ground with a pale face.

The head of the waste concubine rested quietly on the window railing, her slightly closed eyes facing the enemy, as if waiting to devour her soul, black and red blood slowly dripped from the edge of the window, extremely weird-

The guards hurriedly arrived, and the frightened palace maids eased up a little, and stepped forward to support the concubine: "Niangniang, ah! ”

The concubine's chest was pierced with a dart, her crimson phoenix robe was stained with blood, and her beautiful eyes were wide open, forever stopping in her queen's dream.

After the book ceremony, the ceremony was ready, and the ministers were waiting at the Yimen, waiting for the worship ceremony, but who knew that the news that the prospective queen was killed by a powerful ghost, Qian Cheng fainted immediately.

"Emperor, what have you done, you have forced Xian Shu's wife into a terrible ghost." The Queen Mother was heartbroken: "The country (fortune) is great, such an ominous thing, how to block the mouth of Youyou." ”

The emperor walked out of the Queen Mother's Buddhist hall with a calm face, and ordered the Imperial (Cha) Division to investigate the matter thoroughly, whether it was a person or a ghost, the murderer would be caught.

Unexpectedly, just an hour, a guard came to report that the murderer had been found in the palace courtyard of the concubine.

"If you don't hurry up and bring people over, I'm going to torture them myself!"

"Your Majesty, the assassin committed suicide by drawing a knife in the garden, and although the ministers stopped the bleeding in time, he was too seriously injured to survive." The guard paused, and his voice became very soft: "He has been holding the head of the waste concubine......"

After the book ceremony, the ceremony was ready, and the ministers were waiting at the Yimen, waiting for the worship ceremony, but who knew that the news that the prospective queen was killed by a powerful ghost, Qian Cheng fainted immediately.

"What!" The emperor was angry and hurried to the palace of the concubine.

The young man lay on the grass, his face as white as paper, but his hands were still guarding the beautiful head, for fear that she would be hurt again.

At that time, he and she were still a sweet couple who comforted each other, and he was upset by the court's deception, so she quietly took him out of the palace and went to the eastern suburbs to enjoy the flowers.

The head of the waste concubine rested quietly on the window railing, her slightly closed eyes facing the enemy, as if waiting to devour her soul, black and red blood slowly dripped from the edge of the window, extremely weird-

After the book ceremony, the ceremony was ready, and the ministers were waiting at the Yimen, waiting for the worship ceremony, but who knew that the news that the prospective queen was killed by a powerful ghost, Qian Cheng fainted immediately.

"Who the hell are you?"

At that time, he and she were still a sweet couple who comforted each other, and he was upset by the court's deception, so she quietly took him out of the palace and went to the eastern suburbs to enjoy the flowers.

"I am a missing jailer, and I killed the concubine." The man used his last strength to explain to the waste concubine: "She didn't kill anyone, let alone become a ghost, she just had a wish, she wanted to see the fireworks blooming in the sun again, so I brought her here." ”

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After the book ceremony, the ceremony was ready, and the ministers were waiting at the Yimen, waiting for the worship ceremony, but who knew that the news that the prospective queen was killed by a powerful ghost, Qian Cheng fainted immediately.

"She doesn't know who I am, but I've received her favor, and I'm going to do my best to repay it."

"Who the hell are you?"

"She doesn't know who I am, but I've received her favor, and I'm going to do my best to repay it."

Grateful for a moment's grace, I will rest for the rest of my life.

"I remember, you were the beaten peddler a few years ago." The emperor's gaze fell on the slightly closed eyes of the waste concubine, and the appearance of falling asleep peacefully, he suddenly felt fear, a fear of falling into the abyss of loneliness.

The man was a little surprised, but he didn't really want to know what happened, anyway, his wish had been fulfilled, and he slept with his eyes closed, and he was in peace forever.

Grateful for a moment's grace, I will rest for the rest of my life.

The emperor stood silently, and the scene of a few years ago flowed in front of him like a picture scroll.

At that time, he and she were still a sweet couple who comforted each other, and he was upset by the court's deception, so she quietly took him out of the palace and went to the eastern suburbs to enjoy the flowers.

"Smoke clouds are my favorite flowers, they bloom in the sun, and the red colors spread to the fullest, as if there is no end." She leaned happily on his shoulder: "Lord Wang, no matter what happens in the future, I will always be with you, I hope your happiness is like this fireworks, endless." ”

"Oh, the emperor must have sent someone to surprise the mother." The palace maid smiled, walked over and pushed the embroidery window open, but before she could react, everyone was already screaming.

"This means so good, let's move these flowers back to the house, you can see them every day in the future, and it also means that we are happy every day."

When she heard this, she smiled, and her soft smile was stunned to compare the gorgeous flowers like the sunset.

A burst of thunder broke the dead silence, and in an instant the rain poured down, and the scorching fireworks were like flames that had been extinguished, and the colorful petals withered and turned into dust like love. The emperor closed his eyes, he knew that many things in his life were gone forever in this heavy rain-

This love has subsided, and this love cannot be returned.

After the book ceremony, the ceremony was ready, and the ministers were waiting at the Yimen, waiting for the worship ceremony, but who knew that the news that the prospective queen was killed by a powerful ghost, Qian Cheng fainted immediately.

The man was a little surprised, but he didn't really want to know what happened, anyway, his wish had been fulfilled, and he slept with his eyes closed, and he was in peace forever.

The rest of his life is empty, and the past cannot be traced.

The rest of his life is empty, and the past cannot be traced.

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