Although Han Boyun's funeral has passed, Han Shuyan's whole person has lost weight, and in the first seven days, Han Shuyan has not slept endlessly, not eating or drinking, and staying in front of the spirit, which makes Yun Niang feel distressed and powerless, and can't help anything.

Because she couldn't go to the mourning hall to guard her father's spirit in the first three months, even so, Yun Niang also lost weight, couldn't eat, and couldn't sleep well.

Now that 7749 days have passed, the white silk of the Han Mansion has also been taken down, but because of the death of Han Boyun, the Han Mansion seems to be a lot quieter all of a sudden, and Zibao is by Yun Niang's side every day, staring at Yun Niang's stomach from time to time.

These days, Yun Niang still sleeps, and as time goes by, Yun Niang's uneasiness in her heart becomes more and more serious.

makes her sometimes wonder whether she is Wang Yun in the 21st century, or Wang Yunniang today, or the princess of Southern Xinjiang in her dreams, pray for joy!

Why did she change from Wang Yun to Wang Yunniang, and then from Wang Yunniang to the princess of Southern Xinjiang, as if there was something implicated in all living beings, like clouds and mist, unreal, real and false, like Nan Ke's dream.

The piles of corpses, converging into a river of blood, slowly flowing at the feet, dyed red and white jade feet, blood and qi soaring, so that Yun Niang's body couldn't help shaking, touched her flat stomach, but was grasped by a pair of cold hands, pulling her forward, she turned her eyes to look, the person around her was dressed in white, the coldness and gentleness between the eyebrows were blended together, stunning Yun Niang's eyes, and her heart couldn't help but tighten.

The ten fingers interlaced each other, and the cold palm gave her the power of peace of mind, and the originally frightened heart also settled down, and the eyes as deep as the night were printed with a pair of silver eyes, like a silver moon, hanging in them, making Yun Niang feel that the people around her were a little familiar and a little strange.

As she walked forward, stepping through the corpses of the Nanjiang tribesmen, the sea of blood, the Nanjiang tribesmen around her said something to her, she couldn't hear it, but she suddenly panicked, this feeling was very bad, so that Yun Niang wanted to escape, but the people in front of the meeting faded like a tide, revealing a purple-clothed man standing in place, with a dagger in his heart, blood like water from a faucet, and it flowed out of his body, and a purple robe was slowly stained by blood and turned black, which made Yun Niang's heart ache greatly, and she was weak, and walked towards the man wearing a mask step by step, But when he saw his pale lips close one by one, he said something, and then fell to the ground, and his beauty withered.

Yun Niang stretched out her hand in disbelief and uncovered the dark iron mask, but found that a beautiful and peerless, even the world was dark, it was so strange and familiar, slowly, that face was imprinted on her face, but there was more silver lotus between the foreheads, and a head full of women's decorations, so that Yun Niang held the corpse and mourned, and her liver and intestines were broken.

Wrong, wrong!

Pray for the moon, pray for music, different words with the same phone!

Connected in the same vein!

Covered with blood, Yun Niang was cold, her heart was also gouged out of a big hole, the cold wind penetrated, making Yun Niang mourn and cry like a little beast, and the people around her began to be confused, the white clothes were like snow, and they slowly became clear in Yun Niang's silver eyes, which was her face engraved in her bones, her facial features were deep and handsome, like an iceberg that could not be melted all year round, making people feel cold, standing in white clothes among everyone, so eye-catching, so cold, and the thick eyes that could not be dissolved were emotions that she could not see.

It was the priest of Southern Xinjiang...... Mo Yan ......

"Girl, girl, wake up, I'm here, don't be afraid......"

Yun Niang lay on the bed and cried bitterly, tears in the corners of her eyes seemed to flow endlessly, the whole person was rolled up, sobbing mournfully, and her body was filled with grief, which made Han Shuyan panic and heartache, and held Yun Niang, who had obviously lost a lot of weight, in her arms, carefully avoided her stomach, lowered her head and kissed Yun Niang's eyes, and murmured.

"Wake up, girl, wake up......"

Yun Niang finally opened her eyes after listening to the words in her ear, looking at the face in her eyes that was similar to the dream, she couldn't help but reach out and push Han Shuyan away, just looked at him like that, panicked in her heart, why did Han Shuyan look so similar to that person, the priests of Southern Xinjiang can see through people's lives, but they can't say it, they only accept oracles, express divine will, and say things that dominate the world, and they can't speak at any time.

That's why it's called Mo Yan, Mo Yan...... Don't open your mouth......

The unfamiliar defense and various emotions in Yun Niang's eyes made Han Shuyan's heart ache, for some reason, such Yun Niang made him panic, as if something was going to be lost, his lips were pale, and he moved, but he saw Yun Niang suddenly pull the quilt and lie on the bed, with her back to him.

Han Shuyan frowned, sighed, took Yun Niang into his arms, and guarded Yun Niang from sleeping.

At this moment, Yun Xiu, who suddenly woke up from his dream, looked at a certain place with shocked eyes, and then slowly came back to his senses, got up in his thin underwear, turned around and walked to the rockery in the courtyard, pressed it, and a stone door appeared, and the faint lights came, and Yun Xiu walked down.

There was a person hanging on the cross in the dark prison, the clothes on his body had already been dyed red by blood, he lowered his head, he could only see the dirty silver threads, and he didn't care about Yun Xiu's arrival, until Yun Xiu stood in front of him, the old man looked up at the person in front of him, and it was the Xuan Shen Doctor that Han Shuyan was looking for.

Yun Xiu stood in front of the Xuan Shen Doctor and was so distracted, he didn't know what to think, he didn't ask about the affairs of Southern Xinjiang as before, but when he left, the people on the shelf moved, looked up at him directly, and the hoarse voice slowly sounded, telling the most secret legend in Southern Xinjiang.

Legend has it that the people of Nanjiang are the descendants of the gods, and they have a mysterious bloodline in their bodies, and the royal family is even more so, the purer the bloodline, the eyes are different from ordinary people, with the same eyes as Yinyue, and can control many unknown secret arts, and control the fate of the common people in the world.

But for thousands of years, there have been no silver-eyed southern Xinjiang people, not even the royal family, and the southern Xinjiang people have slowly begun to be similar to ordinary people, but they have a longer lifespan, good-looking skin, and fewer and fewer bloodlines that can be inherited, and their abilities are also bound, all because of a disaster thousands of years ago, the only princess and prince of the royal family fell at the same time, no one knows how they died, only that since then, the bloodline of southern Xinjiang has begun to decay, the number has plummeted, and even the priests no longer appear, There was a brief period of chaos in southern Xinjiang.

It was from that time that the people of the southern Xinjiang tribe began to shrink in a forbidden place, and a formation appeared around them, that is, a seal set up with a balance of yin and yang, to avoid the intrusion of secular people.

And the prophecy left behind is about the appearance of the princess and the catastrophe in southern Xinjiang!

The people of southern Xinjiang can't give birth to twin sons, because the princess and the prince who once fell are a pair of twins, and legend has it that when the prince fell, he made a curse with his own blood, which will bring irreparable destruction to southern Xinjiang, and for thousands of years, the people of southern Xinjiang will kill the male baby in the twins, which is why he killed Yun Xiu.