The King's Killer Mad Concubine

Pain, the whole head hurts, Yu You'er rubbed the tip of her eyebrows in a daze.

At this time, a girl dressed as a girl just walked to the door with a water basin, and when she woke up, she was so shocked that she could hardly even hold the water basin steadily, "Little...Miss, you...you..."

Hearing the voice, Yu You'er forced herself to sit up and looked at the weird girl in front of her with a blank face, "Who are you?"

It's weird, it's really weird, because she looks very much like a maid on TV, with a pink round face, an advection comb on her forehead, two buns on her small head, and a wide green hair. The long skirt dragged the floor, like a Korean dress.

"Miss, you... have you forgotten your servant? The servant is Luliu." Luliu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, ran to her bed in panic, and said with a pale face, "Miss, run away, wait for the prince Send someone to deliver the coffin to find that you are not dead, he... he he he he will definitely not let you go."

Yu You'er stared at Lu Liu in a daze, not knowing what she was talking about for a while, what prince, why did you find out that you are not dead?

She suddenly raised her eyes and realized that she was in a strange place, with antique decorations, gauze curtains as thin as cicada wings, classically carved rosewood canopy beds, although the place was a bit dilapidated, she knew that this palace had once been Majestic and magnificent.

palace?

Yu You'er's expression was shocked, her eyes widened in disbelief, and a silhouette that was sometimes evil and sometimes cold flashed in her mind.

"Miss, what's wrong with you? You look so ugly?" Lu Liu looked at her worriedly.

Yu You'er clenched her fists tightly as if she was muttering something, her face turned blue and white.

"Ah! It hurts..." Yu You'er suddenly pushed her away like crazy, her face was pale, and she crazily hammered her head.

At this moment, she felt as if thousands of ants were desperately gnawing at her brain in her brain. She kept struggling and rolling on the bed, with an extremely painful expression, and rolled off the bed directly after rubbing a few times.

She fell to the ground, holding her head and groaning and groaning continuously, Dou Da's cold sweat kept breaking out.

The pain in the head was unbearable, as if there was a lack of oxygen.