Thief and Concubine: The Princess Attacks the Overlord's Mansion

Chapter 228 The Beauty in the Coffin [2]

The man is tall and tall, with a coquettish face, and his white clothes blend him with the whole snow scene, as if he is a heavenly man who descended from the sky.

She was so startled by such a scene that she even forgot to tremble for a while, and just stared at him blankly.

The man wiped the blood off her head, and said softly, "Will you go back with me?"

She nodded, and then a pair of warm hands held her, and walked forward step by step. The unique light of the snowy night illuminated the backs of the two, and two figures, one long and one short, disappeared into the distance.

Tears slipped from the eye sockets unconsciously, condensed on the chin, and finally fell to the ground, splashing a splash.

Another turn of the picture is the wedding night of the two of them. On that day, a big mansion in the city was noisy with gongs and drums, and the sound of congratulations accompanied by laughter filled the whole sky. Gaotang and his wife bowed to each other, and then sent them to the bridal chamber. He said a few words in front of her, then left the bridal chamber with a smile. He didn't come back until midnight, smelling of alcohol. He lifted her hijab with a scale , what caught her eyes was a piece of festive red. That night, she remembered, it was no longer a new bridal chamber glowing with twenty reds in the vast white world.

Laughter came out of her mouth unknowingly.

The picture turned again, and it was still the same house. The darkness gave the night infinite possibilities. The dark clouds drifted across the sky, as if to indicate that tonight was unusual. Sure enough, after the silence, there was a fight. Many black-clothed killers flew in, and immediately wrestled with the servants. The fresh red blood filled the whole mansion instantly with a stench. Already pregnant, the nine-month-old belly was waiting to be delivered, but she was in such a predicament. Naturally, it was uncomfortable. Soon the men in black surrounded her again, and he placed her under a tree, waving her hands Shengxue's long sword was fighting in the crowd, and Shengxue's white clothes had already been dyed red. Unlike the joy on the day of the wedding, it was full of sorrow at this time.

She only remembered how he fell in a pool of blood, and the last apologetic look in his eyes made her chest hurt like crazy, and when she woke up, she was already in a temple.

A man in gray clothes came in to meet her. She knew it was his hidden guard, but she didn't ask him about his situation. She rubbed her stomach, and she turned her head and said nothing.

Seeing her like this, the man in gray put a picture scroll beside her, and said, this was drawn by the young master before his death.

Three days later, on a cloudless night, she gave birth to a boy. The baby was just out of the mother's womb, and it was still wrinkled, but the demeanor of many years later could be vaguely seen.

She said, live well and don't have any more hatred.

Then he took the knife that cut the umbilical cord and cut it to his own throat.

"Nuannuan!" With a hoarse roar, Lan Yunuan frowned, and as soon as the movements of his hands slowed down, a pair of warm hands grabbed her, "Nuannuan, wake up, wake up."

Lan Yunuan slowly opened her eyes, seeing Xiao Ming's anxious face in front of her eyes, she froze for a while, as if she had just had a long dream.

"What's the matter, what's the matter." After a long while, Lan Yunuan came back to her senses, but saw that she was holding the silkworm in her hand, with some blood stains on it.

"Does it hurt?" Xiao Ming raised her chin and saw the thin scar on her neck.

(End of this chapter)