first concubine

Chapter 117 The Return of the Dead. 7
Usually it was hidden and reluctant to take it out, but today I don't know what happened, but on a whim, I wanted to embroider peonies on the cheeky beauty fan.

The servants were able to see this legendary fan which is the only one in the world.

Finally, Yulan used a handkerchief and carefully took the beauty fan back to her room.

After hesitating for a long time, I started to embroider.

Every time she puts an injection on that face, her hands tremble a little, and she always feels a chill behind her.

Especially in the middle of the night, this cool feeling is more intense.

The oil lamp was as bright as beans. She had been embroidering for a whole day because of rush work, and her eyes were a little dry. She put down her needlework and raised her head to wipe her eyes.

It was at this moment that she suddenly saw a white shadow swiftly passing by the window.

It disappeared in an instant, like a ghost in the dark night.

She remembered the comments of the people all over the world, saying that the ghost of Princess Eleven had appeared, and she turned pale with fright.

The light shone on the screen window, and the white figure stood in front of the window with loose hair, feet off the ground, shoulders drooping, a living wandering soul from hell.

It was eerily cold this night.

Yulan stood up suddenly, and the human skin fan fell to the ground with a bang, and landed at her feet. On the pure white fan surface, the bright red cinnabar mole was as bright as blood.

It was like a person's eyes, looking at her with blood dripping.

"what!!!"

Yulan yelled and jumped back.

"Ghost, the ghost of Princess Eleven is back!!"

She yelled, and ran away from the queen of the human skin fan, as if there was a ghost following her behind her, and she didn't dare to stay in the slightest.

Run out the door, out of the yard.

Just as she ran out of the yard and the figure disappeared, the white figure drifted to the open door, with long hair covering her face, making it impossible to see who it was.

His thin body was shrouded in a wide white robe, making him look extraordinarily lonely.

In this dark and rainy night, it was extraordinarily weird.

The white shadow floated in, slowly knelt down on the ground, stretched out his hand to hold the face fan on the ground upright.

Holding the fan in your hand, it weighs like a thousand catties.

The fair skin is better than snow, and the tear mole is as red as blood, and this face seems to be able to bleed, and he seems to see the Sequoia woman walking enchantingly again.

Her brows are like a hazy landscape painting, and when she smiles, the moles at the corners of her eyes make her look a bit sad.

He felt that she was still alive.

The soul is hidden in this cheeky fan, and he has been looking for this fan.

Because, except for the face of the fan, the other parts of Princess Eleven's remains were collected and buried in a secret place by him, leaving no face alone.

He looked at the skinless face and cried for countless nights.

Qiu Fengyi is very cruel.

His hands trembled slightly, tears slid down his face and dripped onto the floor.

Soaked in this damp air, leaving no trace.

"Princess, this servant will take you home!!"

His voice was crying, very hoarse, and he carefully held the fan in his arms, like a treasure.

Just as he was about to get up, a gust of wind suddenly rushed in behind him.

The light from the torch came in from the doorway behind him, illuminating the room brightly.

Qiu Fengyi's proud and gloomy words sounded extraordinarily weird in this silent night.

"Sure enough, she is a loyal slave. That bitch is gone to death, and you are still so loyal to her."

(End of this chapter)