Pregnant concubine divorces her husband: Concubine Ai withdraws the divorce letter

Chapter 1

Chu Li slowly opened her eyes. She felt that she seemed to have slept for a thousand years, and her head was heavy. After blinking her eyes twice, she realized that someone had covered her head with a sheet!
What was even worse was that his whole body was numb and stiff, and he didn't even have the strength to pull the sheets off.

Just when she was about to shout, she felt something hard in her mouth. She moved her tongue, trying to push the thing out.

Damn, what is this thing? , spit it out, and had to flow down the corner of his mouth, when Chu Li was depressed.

I heard someone say: "Dong Lan, hold back your tears too. If Princess Jing is alive in the sky, she will sense your heart. Don't cry and damage your eyes."

Then came a sobbing voice: "Poor concubine...why can't you think about it... Huh... I haven't served you enough yet..."

What's happening here?
TV drama?
Chuli sniffed, and smelled a burnt smell?Is it on fire?Through the thick quilt, she could feel the light flickering outside, maybe it was a flame.

At this time, the previous person said again: "Hey, those of us who are servants, just do our own things well and don't care about other things. In the huge King Jing's Mansion, what is it like to do such a small thing?"

"It's not your master, you speak lightly... Hey, I have never met such a good-tempered master, who always speaks so softly and politely, without any airs of a princess..."

It was Dong Lan's voice just now.

"Hey, maybe your master is here to enjoy the blessings, and you will be reborn into a good family in your next life..."

"What good family do you want? The princess of this world is the daughter of King Beiming, and she married into the mansion of Chi Yan Guojing. Who can say that this is not a good family? It's just a pity..."

"Yeah, a daughter's family, what exactly is a good background." Someone next to him continued to sigh.

"As far as I'm concerned, no matter what your background is, it's only when a man loves you."

What palace?princess?Which TV show is this?The lines are so bad that there is not even a soundtrack.

Where did everyone go?No one even cares about the fire, I don't want to die here.

"Hey, is there anyone? I want to get up!" Chu Li yelled loudly, regardless of whether the saliva in his mouth would fly.

Before her voice fell, she heard screams one after another, and the tinkling of the basin. She stretched out her hand to lift the quilt and sat up, only to realize that she had regained consciousness in her hands and feet at some point.

At the same time, I also discovered that the fire just now was not a fire, but someone was burning paper money. The sparks in the copper basin rose and fell, and those that floated outside the basin turned into ashes, but the red flames in the basin licked the remaining pieces of paper...

These people on the ground were staring with terrified eyes. Several of them huddled together, wearing white cloth with hemp rope tied around their waists, but their hair was combed in an ancient hairstyle.
"Who are you?" Chu Li muttered in a daze for a moment, why didn't he know any of them?
It's just that her words were thrown into the gasoline barrel like a match...

With a bang, the crowd exploded, and the screams hit Chuli's eardrums. Those people shouted ghosts and fake corpses, scratched and danced with their hands, and ran outside, like a low-level comedy. Laughing point, the actor is exaggerated and pretentious.

She covered her ears and watched until all of them escaped before she had a chance to look around.

Oh, this is a mourning hall.she said to herself.

What?mourning hall?

It really is a hall of mourning.A house full of white!

Chuli jumped out of the bed, only to hear a crisp sound on the ground, a piece of jade fell to the ground, and it was broken in two. She picked it up, and it was still wet on the ground. The pattern reminds that this is what the ancients used to press the mouth.

Looking around, there were a few white lanterns hanging in the house, and she recognized the black inscriptions on them. What she was lying on just now was not a bed, but a mortuary board. The red face is red, the white cloth in the room is dancing with the wind, and the flames of the ever-burning lamp are jumping and flickering...

No wonder these people are like ghosts.

She stepped forward to touch the virgin's face, and nodded slightly. The paper maker's craftsmanship is not bad, and the paper is also high-quality.

Looking at my clothes again, wow, it's a high-quality brocade. The picture of longevity and auspicious clouds is also embroidered by hand, and the gold thread on the edge is probably pure gold. Judging by the workmanship and stitches, it should be worth some money.

It's just how did it come to itself?

They were calling ghosts and fake corpses just now.

Could it be that he is that corpse?

Someone is having a funeral for himself?
It turned out that he was really dead!

She pouted, thinking in a daze.

But something seems wrong.

She touched her lower back through the clothes, and felt no pain, only a slight numbness. She untied the belt three layers in and out, and stretched her hand in. After a lot of effort, she finally touched the smooth waist. After touching the skin up and down, left and right for a long time, I still can't find any scars.

What about the wound?What about your own wounds?How can you die without wounds?

She tilted her head, raising her eyebrows in thought.

Just do it for yourself when you have a funeral. Why do you dress yourself like this? This dress is clearly an ancient costume. Is it becoming popular now?
But they also wear ancient costumes and pretend to be old-fashioned for Mao?What are you talking about about princes and concubines, as if it was the real thing?
Play house?
Wouldn't it be so naive and boring?
Make TV?
Chu Li frowned slightly and looked around. There was no machine, no drama, and everyone had run away. I should catch someone and ask, what happened?
She thought as she walked outside.At the same time, I was recalling, and suddenly remembered my last memory: it was an ancient tomb in the Han Dynasty, with no trace of damage, and I was about to enter the tomb, but I didn’t want to be hit by a chain flip on that unremarkable tomb passage. Rolling down the deep pit, the pain of the sharp knife piercing my body in the pit, now thinking about it, it's really...

Thinking of this, she couldn't help shivering twice, the pain was so painful that she didn't want to think about it anymore.

In fact, I really blamed myself, because I was too careless. Although the arrow mechanism at the entrance of the tomb was abolished, the tomb should be the tomb of the nobles of the Han Dynasty. How could there be only one mechanism?
In the final analysis, he was ashamed and thrown home.As a descendant of a family of tomb robbers, one should not act like an inexperienced tomb robber. At least one should think that moving a ladder in would solve all problems?
But, there is nothing but, life is like this.

I just died like this?

Maybe it's been lying down for too long, but Chu Li's head is still not working.

She sighed and left the mourning hall. The night sky was full of stars, and the white lanterns on both sides of the road were hung on the trees, shining a dim yellow light. The winding road was full of towers, pavilions, hanging corners and cornices, repeating corridors and halls. At the end of the day, the nearby tree shadows and flower branches are swaying in the wind...

She was a little dazed, staring blankly at her shadow on the ground for half a minute, and found that things didn't seem to be what she thought.

Who will hold a funeral for themselves in the 'Forbidden City'?
Although it was a dark night, based on her experience, she could still see the general outline. This was an ancient-style mansion, quite large.For such a big man, she didn't know what else she could think of besides the Forbidden City.

She pinched her arm, it hurt, it hurt!

Since it was not a TV series just now, it is not a dream now, there are still shadows on the ground.The words they said were obviously not meant to deceive themselves, so this is King Jing's Mansion?
And she is the princess?

Are you a princess?So it was the princess who died?
Chuli is a little clear-headed now, she is sure that she is a living person now, because she has all the feelings of a living person.

So who is dead, and who is alive?How could the self who was supposed to die be here?

Now she really wants to see what she looks like. Did she survive the trap in the tomb?
(End of this chapter)