Zong Zheng Mo Yin! Wen family! If there is an afterlife, she will definitely return a hundredfold and a thousandfold!

Wen Tianyan bit her lip, "Ah Da, is the soldering iron burned, and I am directly branded on this woman's face." ”

Hum! Ruined this slut's face, see if she can still seduce His Highness!

Wen Wan bit her red lip, and her eyes were full of determination.

Ah Da was holding a soldering iron that was flashing at the stake, Wen was smiling, Wen Wenhao was laughing, and Mrs. Wen was also laughing.

Wen Wan sneered, ah!

The soldering iron, which was smoking hot white smoke, instantly pressed on the gentle cheek.

Wen Wan gritted the crown of her teeth and didn't spit out a word!

Wen stomped his feet anxiously, "Big brother, mother, what should I do if this slut doesn't say it?" If King Chen can't get the map, will he think that our Wen family is useless! ”

At this time, a dark shadow flickered in, and Wen Wenhao's eyes that were about to be fierce suddenly became respectful, "The shadow messenger is what His Royal Highness King Chen commands." ”

As if he hadn't seen the bloody scene at the moment, the shadow messenger said in a difficult voice: "The prince has an order to skin this woman and skin her alive!" ”

Only by skinning this woman alive will the map of Kyushu not be damaged in the slightest.

Yes!

The painful howl resounded throughout the entire Jindu Imperial City.

And a white-clothed jade-faced man in Chenwang's Mansion looked at the orchids in the courtyard, and his eyebrows suddenly stretched, as if time had returned to the early summer of that year.

Seeing a group of people strangle his mother to death, he was like a cold winter under the scorching sun, and he cowered behind the rockery in the cold palace, breathing so humble.

And the little one who was dressed in white was like a nine-day fairy, smiling so gently, warming his heart and refreshing his spleen and stomach, "Are you hungry, my fruit is for you to eat." ”

His heart was instantly lit up, and from then on, Zongzheng Moyin's heart had a lifetime of gentleness.

The orchid is delicate and refreshing, and the fragrance slowly blurs his eyes: "Ah...... Wan ......"

However, by the bridge, on the Wangxiang platform, Wen Wan did not have the slightest expression on her face, and all kinds of things were just jokes before her death.

Walking across the Nai He Bridge, Meng Po handed over a bowl of Meng Po soup and "drank it......"

Wen Wan took it with her hand, and was about to drink it all, but she was suddenly hit by a man in red and knocked over the bowl of Meng Po soup.

The man in red glanced back at Wen Wan, there was not the slightest emotion in his eyes, and even such a change could not make his footsteps stop in the slightest.

Wen Wan smiled, "Trouble my mother-in-law is giving me a bowl." ”

Meng Po looked at Wen Wan for a moment and lost her mind for a long time, but said, "Is it evil or fate...... It's good to stay here and make medicine for my wife......"

Pain...... Wen Wan opened her eyes with difficulty, she slowly looked around, and under her lay a precious bed carved from gold wool, but her body was covered with a coarse linen quilt that no one else wanted to use?

Wen Wan worked hard, she made medicine for Meng Po for a hundred years by the bridge, Meng Po promised her a reincarnation, but why wasn't she in the delivery room?

At this time, a little maid wearing a patched coarse cloth dress walked in with a basin of water, and when she saw Wen Wan sitting on the edge of the bed, her lower hand shook and the whole basin was knocked over.

"Little ...... Miss...... You're awake, you're really awake......"

Saying that, the little maid didn't care about the overturned basin, but rushed towards Wen Wan, "Miss, you're really awake, it's great, it's great, it's really madam's blessing, madam's blessing." ”

Wen Wan frowned slightly, slowly moved her body, and found that her head was still a little groggy.

She has seen a lot and learned a lot over the years by the bridge.

Right now, she is the so-called resurrection of the soul.

Bring the mirror...... "Since it's a resurrection of a corpse, then she must know what this body looks like."

As for what dynasty it is now, she doesn't care very much.

With her pounding medicine by the bridge for a hundred years, turning her hands into poison and taking her hands as doctors, one hand poison technique can gather the strengths of various time and space, and one hand silver needle can solve the world's strange poisons, so no matter what time and space it is, she can live very well.

Although the little maid didn't know what the young lady was going to do, she still obeyed the order and brought a somewhat mutilated bronze mirror.

Wen Wan smiled lightly, it seems that the owner of this body is not living a very good life!

It's just that when she saw herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but shake her hands.

The little maid hurriedly caught the mirror, this was the only thing they could do in Luoyue Xuan that could shine on people, and after being smashed by the young lady, they could only shine with water shadows.

"Miss......" The maid glanced at Wen Wan cautiously, and Miss's appearance was indeed ...... It's ugly, but it's not so freaked out.

Wen Wan's breathing was a little heavy, and after a long time, she suddenly grabbed the little maid's arm, and her eyes were not as indifferent as before, "What time and space is here?" ”

Considering that the little maid might not understand, Wen Wan asked again: "What dynasty is here, and who is the emperor today?" Say! ”

The appearance of this body is indeed not pretty, and even the red rash and blood shadow on the face are a little terrifying, but how can Wen Wan, who has seen countless evil ghosts in hell, be frightened!

And there is only one reason why she is so moved, and that is that she recognizes this face!

She's seen it!

Could it be that she is still in Dongmo after returning to her soul!

The little maid was pinched gently, but she didn't dare to cry, "Miss, Miss, what's wrong with you, this is Dongmo!" "Didn't Miss's head make the fifth miss stupid?