The Legend of the Ghost Concubine

Dragon Eight concealed the regret and smiled: "Missy is not willing to marry the Seven Brothers, then she will marry her Highness. This Highness does not care about the appearance of Missy. Missy is married to her Highness, and she is responsible for rectifying those intriguing days. Women, since they are not free, why not join forces to disturb the palace?"

The small potatoes were so scared that they could quickly check the doors and windows. The Royal Highness Prince and Miss Dad really dared to speak anything.

Feng Xiaoer smiled and shrugged: "Hey, those women's drama, I can't hide too much, how can I be stupid to provoke them? If I really marry my Royal Highness, I guess those scorpions are beaten by me... Even they don’t recognize it."

Long Baguo really takes her as a real friend, and can make fun of jokes.

The dragon eight imaginary Feng Xiaoer rides on the funny pictures of those women who are beaten, smiles, and clenches their fists and says: "The big land is big, or Shaolin Temple is suitable for me. Maybe someday I really tired of this palace, then I will go back. Shaolin Temple became a monk and followed the Zhikong Master to make a six clean family..."

Who would have expected that the words that were spoken casually would become true in the future?

In the mind of Feng Xiaoer’s mind, I imagined that the dragon eight shaved head held the Buddha beads and read the picture of Amitabha. He couldn’t help but smile and smiled. He said: “I might be tired of the rivers and lakes, I went to the nuns and cut them into Nepal. A dazzling nun looking at the red dust

Long Ba looked at Feng Xiaoer’s smiling eyebrows and bent. Listening to Feng Yu’s naughty words, he couldn’t help but grin. “Nun and abbot can also make a pair. In the end, Missy and Benjamin are both born. , can't escape the edge of the ah"

Feng Xiaoer opened his mouth and laughed. It was too heavy a few days ago. It was rare for His Royal Highness to play a joke. Feng Xiaoer smiled and said that he would definitely agree with Long Ba: "I began to think that His Royal Highness is a vicious and cold person. I did not expect His Royal Highness. So kind, humorous and funny, it turns out that you are such a Prince."

The laughter twitched the wound, and the phoenix licked the pain and frowned. The lips that had already been bitten suddenly overflowed with red blood. The small potatoes hurriedly walked over to hold Feng Xiaoer, and said in his mouth: "My big lady, you can't be safe."

Long Ba was shocked. He helped to support Feng Xiaoer, and the small potato helped Feng Xiaoer back to the bed. He took out Jinpa and carefully helped Feng Xiaoer to wipe the blood of the lips and gently blew it. Feng Yuer’s toothache hurts.

The dragon eight was slightly embarrassed, and coughed softly and said: "Missy is good to heal, and I will come to see you when you have time."

Feng Xiaoer nodded. Looking at the back of the lonely eight lonely, can not help but give birth to sympathy, Long eight character is very good, the heart is also very good, but like her to yearn for freedom, but was born in the emperor's house.

The small potato re-processed the wound for Feng Qier. When Feng Xiaoer remembered the matter of Jiuzhonglou, he asked: "How about the small potato, Jiuzhonglou? How did those remains?"

The little potato distressed and blew the wound of the phoenix, and sighed: "The Jiuzhonglou was burned into ruins. It was temporarily blocked by the Six Kings. The six princes buried those people. As for where they were buried, the Six Kings did not announce it."

Seeing the cockroaches in the eyes of Feng Xiaoer, the little potatoes gently pressed the shoulders of Feng Xiaoer and said: "Miss, the death of a man can't be resurrected. The slaves believe that the Aji must hope that the lady is alive. If he is spiritual in the sky, he must Will bless Miss's"

Feng Yuer focuses on the head.

Although I can't bury the red nine by myself, the dragon six iron face is selfless. Since it is said that the scenery will bury the red nine, they will not be wronged by the red nine. He will not be a ghost or a ghost. At least there are several after death. Accompanied by this, I think that Feng Xiaoer has a lot of peace of mind.

Yunxiao asked the emperor to leave Feng Xiaoer in the temple of Yunxiao Palace to rehabilitate. Feng Xiaoer lived in the small hall. The prince invited the royal doctor for the phoenix. Every day, the phoenix children looked hard at the wound, and the wound was good. Very fast, Long Qi did not come to her, Feng Xiao Erle quiet, and small potatoes stay in the temple every day to chat, look at medical books, draw pictures, occasionally stunned, time is very fast.

The whip marks and wounds on the body were slowly repaired, and the ten fingers gradually faded away, but the ugly scar on the forehead became more and more horrible. The burnt rotten meat began to puff and flow out of black pus, and the wound spread to the temple, pus Falling on one side of the eyebrows, sometimes falling into the eyes. I can't open my eyes if I have a painful phoenix.

Yu medical a lot of medicine, eliminating the pus, or leaving a very serious scar, the small potatoes looked at Feng Yu's forehead all day like a sorrowful woman, sorrowful, distressed and helpless, only mouth vent.

Feng Xiaoer didn't want to stay in the small room all day, let the small potatoes cut their own bangs, covered a lot of ugly scars, and there were slight scars on the corners of the eyes, but it didn't look so scary.

The face of the Lord is 360 degrees without a dead angle. It looks like a golden proportion of the face, so I cut a bang, and I don’t pull down the beauty. Although I didn’t have the same color as before, I also had a lovely taste.

On this day, Feng Xiaoer took advantage of the good weather, took medicine, and after eating, let the small potatoes accompany her to the lotus pond behind the small hall to see the sunset.

In the evening, the sun father quietly hid behind the white cloud grandmother, Feng Xiaoer leaned on the fence, looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and gradually dimly flaming sunset. Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Over the past few days of exhaustion, contradiction, melancholy, depressed souls have been released, and in the past few days in the small hall, boring to suffocate her, now feel the fresh and comfortable air, open your eyes, smile and look at the wipe in the sky The sunset glow that is about to disappear, Feng Xiaoer feels that she is really happy.

It’s good to be alive.

"Yeah, sister, who is the woman in front? How is it like a ghost? It’s so horrible..." Feng Xiaoer was awakened by these disappointing words, and turned back to God, looking at the face, and two dresses were expensive. The woman twisted and swayed in the form of a woman, and she swayed Juan Pa.

The two men talked as they walked around, one red and one green clothes, dressed up, swaying, arrogant, and arrogant, and the movements of Juanpa seem to be fascinating, giving people the feeling of being arrogant and rude.

The green beauty responded to the question of the red-dressed beauty, the eyebrows of the eyebrows were stunned with a sneer, and the corner of the mouth twitched slightly. The irony said: "Oh... my sister still doesn't know? The big lady in the previous days is in the seven kings. The blatant refusal of marriage at the birthday party shocked the entire palace. The emperor took the woman into the dungeon, and did not know what means the woman used to confuse the imperial concubine, so that the imperial elders would plead for the woman. ”

The red beauty is obviously an unsuspecting look, curiously asked: "Later, what happened later?"

The green beauty pulled up the decibel and ridiculed: "Then the woman was beaten into the dungeon. It was used by our queen empress to use the lynching torture to die. No, it is disfigured. Hey, whoever provokes, don't provoke Our Queen Empress"

The beauty of the green clothes is the sweet and smooth lotus roots on the weekdays. It is always arrogant and arrogant, and it is always arrogant and arrogant. It is not allowed to be with the queen. Now the queen is beaten into the cold palace. How can it be less than a stone?