Bangzi struck three times, and the two monks who were invited to recite the scriptures couldn't resist the sleepiness and went down to rest.

There are only two stout girls burning paper money in the entire mourning hall.

One of them yawned, picked up the white silk in hand, got up, and said, "Get up!" ”

The other casually threw a wad of paper money into the brazier and stood up.

The night wind blew, the paper was blown rattling, and the snow-white mourning hall seemed empty and inexplicably a little infiltrating.

The two girls didn't even lift their eyelids, and walked straight to the unsealed coffin parked in the middle.

Stepping on the stool that held the coffin, the two looked at the person lying in the coffin.

The snow-skinned and jade-looking girl was lying quietly inside, and under the dim candlelight of the mourning hall, her appearance was even more dazzling and lifelike.

"Little lady Wen?" One of the girls called.

The girl lying in the coffin opened her eyes and sat up.

It turned out that it was not lifelike, but that the girl in the coffin was originally a living person.

Looking at the person who suddenly sat up in the coffin, there was no surprise on the faces of the two girls, and one of them said with a smile: "I have wronged Little Lady Wen." ”

The girl let out a soft "um" and looked up.

The two stout girls who looked at this move couldn't help but pause: the girl sitting in the coffin raised her eyes and looked around. The moving beauty is more alive than when she was asleep.

With such a beauty, no wonder the son was reluctant and refused to let go. It's no wonder that the one is not at ease and wants to do everything possible to order someone to solve her.

The two glanced at each other, and one of them stretched out his hand to the girl: "Little lady Wen, the slave will help you up!" ”

The girl did not suspect him, and stretched out her hand, and the next moment, with a "hmm", her face changed sharply.

The white silk wrapped around the girl's neck and strangled it back.

The candlelight flickered, stretching the shadows of the three people in the mourning hall to the ground infinitely, and the two stout girls tightly strangled the girl's neck, and the girl struggled to resist.

The shadow staggered, from struggling to letting go, from a living beauty to a cold corpse in a blink of an eye.

The two stout girls poked around the girl's neck for a long time, and after making sure that she was indeed dead, they let go of the cloth and put the girl back in the coffin.

The mourning hall has been set up, of course, there will be dead people, how can a fake dead person be enough?

After doing all this, the two stout girls stepped down the bench and returned to the brazier, and threw a large handful of paper money into the brazier with a solemn expression.

has done something wrong, in the end he is not as fearless as Fang Cai.

"Don't blame us, if you want to blame, it's only your Wen family's people who block the way of others!" A girl babbled.

"With that identity, how could he allow Gongzi to have someone else in his heart?"

"It's also to blame you Wen family for not knowing how to lift, if not...... Eh, you won't be convicted of raiding your home, and you will shout that you have no way out, so that you will fall from a good lady of a good family to this! ”

……

I've had this dream many times, from the beginning of being like a marionette repeating what happened in front of me over and over again, to gradually starting to be able to control my body when I was on the verge of waking up from a dream.

The two girls who had their backs to her, not daring to look at her babbling, did not notice that the girl who had just been strangled by them suddenly opened her eyes, and then sat up quietly.

She knew that the dream was almost over, and there was not much more she could do.

The girl thought for a moment, stretched out her hand to the coffin, and shook the paper bundle next to the coffin.

The two stout girls who didn't even lift their eyelids at the sound of the paper were startled by the shaking paper at this time, and instinctively looked back.

But seeing the girl who was still lying in the coffin, she sat up at some point, grinned and showed Sensen's white teeth, and stretched out her hand to them with a smile: "Is it okay to take a handle?" ”

Two screams pierced the air above the mourning hall.

Also...... Woke Wen Mingtang from her sleep, she yawned and sat up from the bed.

Scared the two stout girls so badly, she felt refreshed and in a good mood.

I don't know how many times I have had this dream, and I have been doing it since I crossed over and became an eight-year-old Wen Mingtang.

At first, it was only once or twice a year, but as the day of leaving the palace approached, it became more and more frequent. I often have to leave the palace today, and I still have this dream all night.

It's all like a warning.

Looking at the sky that was gradually revealing the white of the fish's belly, Wen Mingtang got out of bed and took out the pile of letters in the baggage.

The neat seven letters are written with six big characters "Sister Mingtang personally opened", and a seal with leaf characters is engraved in the lower right corner.

After becoming this Wen Mingtang, she also inherited the scattered memories of the girl before she was eight years old.

Before the Wen family was raided, the girl had a family affair with the Ye family in Jinling. Of course, due to his young age, the marriage certificate has not been made, and it is just a verbal promise.

Later, the Wen family had an accident, and the family affairs of this verbal promise were no longer counted. The people of the Ye family personally went on a trip before Lord Wen was beheaded, and sent a sumptuous meal of severed heads, so that the promise of marriage in Lord Wen's handwritten book would not be counted, and with the promise in black and white, it could be regarded as a complete line with the Wen family.

However, the little son of the Ye family who married her every year has sent letters, although he did not mention the marriage in the letters, but he still remembered a little bit of childhood friendship between the lines. The last letter was sent at the end of the year, and Dao heard that she could leave the palace and invited her to Jinling to see the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

Wen Mingtang looked at the bronze mirror beside him.

A palm-sized face appeared in the bronze mirror, with thick bangs covering most of the face, and also covering most of the girl's special color.

Wen Mingtang stretched out his hand and lifted the heavy bangs.

There are no bangs to cover the eyebrows, and a beautiful thrilling face appears in the bronze mirror.

She frowned, the beauty in the mirror frowned slightly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the moment she raised her eyes to look in the mirror, she revealed a pair of eyes shaped like peach blossoms. The eyes are watery, with a little wetness, and between the lowered eyes, the water is shining, this is a pair of extremely charming eyes.

Under the eyes are the same eyebrows, Qiong's nose and red lips, with natural snow skin and black hair, beautiful and moving.

If such a face is fully displayed in front of people and enters the palace, don't think about leaving the palace.

Wen Mingtang let go of her heavy bangs and lowered her eyelids: this is what she usually looks like when she appears in Shangshi Palace.

The appearance is beautiful, but ...... There are many beauties like this in the palace, and they are not outstanding.

Wen Mingtang didn't look at himself in the bronze mirror anymore, turned around and packed his luggage seriously.

At the moment when the dawn drum in the palace was beaten, Wen Mingtang put the three packed bags on his back and pushed open the door.

It's been five years! From the sudden death of the first emperor to the new emperor's accession to the throne, she was finally able to leave the palace!