There is a low small tomb under the tall hill, the small tomb is not noticeable, the tombstone is made of plates, it says the tomb of Liu Qianse, there is a person squatting next to him to burn paper money, after burning the paper money Pan Jin got up and patted the ashes on his hands.

Pan Jin didn't want to care about Liu Qianse's affairs, but the two of them had been masters and servants for a while. I always felt that my conscience was disturbed, so I went to the mass grave to bury her body under a hill not far away, and when I got on the horse, I looked back again, and then wandered away.

Yunluo half-squinted, her eyebrows trembled slightly, she felt that she had slept for a long time, she felt a little sour all over her body, but it didn't hurt, her fingers moved slightly, Yunluo used all her strength, and finally opened her eyes, and the goal was no longer the cold, bloody cell, but the bedroom of the Frightening Feather Academy.

She didn't know how she had come back, she just remembered it, but she couldn't remember what had happened.

The body has been changed, and the pure white obscene clothes are worn on Yunluo's body, without a trace of being dirty. Yunluo's head hurts, but his thinking is very clear.

The hand moved to the bed, touched something, and touched it to the ground, making a "clang" sound, and Yunluo turned his head to see only the traces of water on a stool.

The door was suddenly pushed open, one person hurriedly walked to the head of Yunluo's bed, and the other person checked the surrounding situation and saw that there was no suspect, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

The two of them, Yunluo is very familiar, one is her cheap brother, and the other is Song Weiwei.

"Yunluo, are you okay, where is there any discomfort?" Fortunately, there were no accidents, otherwise she would have blamed herself to death.

Fang Cai had been listening to the sounds inside or around the door with his ears pointed out, and suddenly he heard something fall on the ground, and the sound seemed to be broken, Song Weiwei and Yunlin's hearts were shorny, and the two scrambled to open the door, and after entering, they found that there was no one who breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that Yunluo woke up.

It's been so long, and when I finally woke up, Song was so happy that it took a long time to squirm out these words.

Yun Lin picked up the pieces of the cup that fell on the ground and put them on the table, and then looked at Yun Luo, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he smiled very really.

"How long have I been unconscious?" Yunluo asked, looking a little absent-minded.

Song Weiwei pursed his lips before saying, "It's been three days." ”

"How did you find me?" Yunluo couldn't help but ask again.

"Dead son?" Yunluo repeated, remembering in his mind who the dead son was, Yunluo rarely called him by name, so he didn't think about it for a while.

Yun Lin had already opened his mouth to explain.

Yunluo then remembered the demon, and had some good feelings for him in his heart, and let out an oh in his mouth.

Yunluo is now saying that he wants to catch the culprit who hurt her, he has tortured her for so long, and he is still using such cruel methods, Yunluo is not in a good mood.

"Yunluo, you've been in a coma for so long, I'll ask someone to cook you some porridge, right?" Song asked slightly worriedly, his hand touched the back of Yunluo's hand, as if he had been electrified, and withdrew his hand, Song Weiwei's strangeness, Yunluo and Yunlin didn't notice it.

Yunluo looked at them, shook his head, he had no appetite at all, and just wanted to say some trivial things, but when he glanced at his eyes, he happened to see a small shadow outside the window, covered the different colors in his eyes, and the words that came out of his mouth became: "I'm a little tired, I'm lying down for a while, right?"

Yunlin saw that his sister was so tired, and immediately said, "Let's go out first, let Luo'er lie down well." ”

Song Wei looked at Yunluo and stopped talking, in fact, he didn't want to leave, and said a little uneasily: "We are outside, if you have anything, call us directly." ”

Could it be that they were outside all the time she was unconscious? If that's the case, then ......

A trace of guilt flashed in Yunluo's eyes, and then he said, "I'm fine, you all go back." ”

Song Weiwei wanted to say something, but as soon as he touched the look in Yunluo's eyes, he immediately closed his mouth and could only bow his head: "Okay, then you are sleeping."

Yun Lin reached out and grabbed Song Weiwei's five fingers and took her away, leaving Yun Luo's sight.

When he arrived outside the door, Song Weiwei realized something, looked down, and broke free of his hand without a trace.

Yunluo saw that they had already left, so he lifted the quilt, took a long shirt and put it on, and opened the window.

A white dove fluttered its wings and flew in front of Yunluo, Yunluo's hand stretched forward, and the white dove flew directly to Yunluo's hand and stopped, looking very well-behaved.

There is no doubt that the white pigeon has been trained by Xiu Ming, and the white pigeon has seen Yunluo before, so he is not afraid of Yunluo's master at all, but is still very affectionate.

Yunluo didn't linger too long, so he directly took down the letter on the white pigeon's hind legs, and opened it to look a little surprised, but quickly regained his calm.

muttered in his mouth: It seems that I still have to go back after all.

It's just that the idea is quite easy, but how to get the consent of the academy, it's a problem, and it hasn't been long since I've been here, and suddenly I propose to go back, which ...... After all, it will still make the academy embarrassed......

said silently in my heart: Weiwei, it seems that I still need to rely on you this time......

Yunluo walked to the front of a few cases, spread out a piece of rice paper, and rendered a row of words with ink: dust, the concubine will return.

Payment: Yunluo.

So brief, so imaginative, so ......

In fact, it all comes down to the fact that Yunluo is not good at calligraphy and writing, so he will write such a little bit of words so simply.

Yunluo looked at the words on the rice paper, rolled it into a ball and placed it in the place where the white dove loaded the letter.

Then he slowly lifted the white dove and let it fly into the distance, so that he could bring the letter to Jun Wuchen, who was far away in the Fengyu Dynasty......