Manqing 692 years

The night is like paint, there is not even a star, leading to the western suburbs of the barren mound mausoleum, there is a forest, the towering trees that stand in the dense forest, the sparse branches fall obliquely into a cloud of mist, occasionally the crow swishs, provokes the rustling of the forest, and it is a few hares that come out of nowhere, and suddenly feel that the forest is desolate, and the wind is blowing.

Out of the forest, in the darkness several figures in a panic carried a bird black and shiny coffin up the hill, to the top of the mountain, a few people put the coffin aside, took out a shovel and planed, after a while, a few people panicked and threw the coffin down, only floating covered with a layer of soil, and left in a hurry.

Not long after, the side door of Maocheng Flower Mansion was slowly pushed open with a creak, and several mermaids entered, dressed in black, entering the mansion, and several people tore off the black cloth covering their faces, and hurriedly walked to the backyard, the door, creaked, and closed again, and it was silent as if nothing had happened.

After the fourth watch, it rained in Maocheng, it was already the late autumn season, and suddenly a lightning bolt, like a dragon panning the sky, and then a thunderbolt, which seemed to blow the sky in half.

"Palm lamp!" In an elegant room in Huafu, a young woman was suddenly awakened by the thunder outside, sat up in a trembling manner, and hurriedly whispered.

"Miss Eight, what's wrong?" The two personal girls hurriedly stepped forward cautiously, everyone only knew that Miss Eight in the flower mansion had a bright and bright face, who knew that her heart was like a poisonous scorpion?

"Help me call the housekeeper to ask me about something. "Hua Chuyan half leans on the embroidered fragrance pillow, the golden thread red peony thin jacket is half hung on the chest, as if unintentional, revealing half of the crisp white on the chest, more lazy style, charming and delicate, only a little sharp in the eyes, and disappears in a flash.

"Miss Eight, how many times has this changed?" Mo Die next to him said with some embarrassment, the rain outside was getting heavier, and the horn was knocking on the window frame.

"Lazy girl~" Before Mo Die finished speaking, a fragrant fan had already been thrown over, Mo Die didn't dare to avoid it, and the bamboo strip fell directly on Mo Die's pink face, scratching a red and swollen mark, burning half of the cheeks.

"The slave is guilty. Before she could shed tears, Mo Die hurriedly bent down to salute, humbly bent down and exited the room, and before she even had time to prepare the lamp and rain, she hurriedly stepped out of the boudoir and drowned in the darkness.

"It's cold in autumn, Miss, I'll pour you ginseng tea to warm up. The incense next to him didn't dare to move forward, only to see that Hua Chuyan had closed his eyes, and his thick eyelashes seemed to fly, fluttering in the faint candlelight, with a quiet demeanor, pouring incense was not close, nor was he away, tightly entangled with his fingers, holding his breath.

At this time, in the western suburbs of the barren mound cemetery, the new mound just now was afraid that the soil was too empty, or it happened to be the place where the thunder fell, only to see the black coffin above, Bo Shi was flying, and the electric light flashed, directly splitting the coffin, and a white burning light was like a dragon, and it exploded in the center of the forehead of the woman sleeping in the coffin.

In the split coffin, a woman was lying inside, lightly dressed in coarse cloth, without any precious ornaments on her body, even inferior to ordinary people, and it seemed that the coffin was very desolate, the woman's face was unusually delicate and soft, her full red lips had gradually faded to blood, her thin chin was as thin as a knife wing, and her tall nose was even more carefully carved, only the blood stains on her forehead were a little dry, and she was a little aggrieved.