"Princess, are you awake?!" I don't know how long it took, but I heard someone whispering in my ear, and a pair of soft little hands gently stroked my forehead, Murong Huan was startled and opened his eyes.

Red, shocking red, everywhere you look, why is it red?!

It hurts, it hurts deep into the bone marrow, how can it hurt so much in the chest?!

Murong was about to sit up as soon as she held her hand, and immediately pulled on the wound on her left chest, which hurt so much that her mouth cracked, and she covered her chest with her hand and "hissed".

"Princess, you don't matter, right?!" A small face suddenly appeared in front of Murong Huan, her face was full of anxiety, and a little maid dressed in ancient costume, eleven or twelve years old, carefully supported Murong Huan's shoulders and asked her to lie back on the soft couch, "Princess, you have just been injured and can't move!"

Princess, ancient costume,, sister still crossed over! Murong Huan kept cursing in his heart the person who caught him to cross. Is it really good for the gods to be so willful? Throw a weak woman like my sister who is powerless to send a chicken to ancient times. Fortunately, my sister is a princess, and she didn't wear any green ^ floor women.

It's just that what kind of crossing is this, as soon as she comes, she runs into a sedan chair, since she is a princess, shouldn't she be in a big palace, with delicacies from the mountains and seas, silk and satin, and clothes to reach out for food and open your mouth? Why is it stupid to lie in a sedan chair and be injured?

Murong Huan just broke her thoughts in her heart, her head suddenly hurt, and she couldn't help frowning as if some information that didn't belong to her suddenly came out of her mind.

"Princess, you've been in a coma for three days. Are you still in pain? Where are you uncomfortable? Is this part of the road a little bumpy? Or else, the slave maid told them to stop the sedan car and rest for a while. It can be seen that the little maid is very nervous about herself as a princess.

"It's okay, I just forgot for a moment that I was injured. Murong Huan shook his head slightly, then rolled his eyes, "This piece of red is really dazzling, can you change the color?" In this big sedan chair, except for this little maid who is wearing a plain long skirt, the rest of the sedan chair is red, not only the top of the sedan chair is tied with red silk, but even the tea set on the low table is tied with red silk. Could it be that this princess has a penchant for red?

"Princess, this can't be helped, this is your wedding sedan chair! According to the rules, the friendly team must be dressed up in a festive manner, otherwise Xilin will think that we Yelan is not polite!" The little maid shook her head, and just wanted to say something more, when suddenly a low voice came from outside the sedan chair, "There is an ambush, protect the princess!"

Immediately afterwards, the sedan chair moved slightly, and a colorful light flashed in the sedan chair that was not easy to find. The little maid immediately straightened up, "Don't be afraid, princess, it's just some assassins!" When leaving the capital, the general had already ordered all the masters of the eighth level of telekinesis in the send-off team to protect both sides of the princess's sedan chair. The princess will be fine!"

After speaking, the little maid reversed her hands in front of her chest, and then pushed forward, a small red ball of light appeared in her hand, she pushed the ball of light towards Murong Huan, and the ball of light gradually became larger, covering Murong Huan.

Murong Huan couldn't help but roll his eyes again. Damn, what's going on here? What level 8 of telekinesis? Could it be that the people in this place are the same as in fantasy novels? God, I asked the heavens speechlessly, I have a grudge against you, I have a grudge against you, I will cross over, why do I want to throw my sister into such a ghost place?