Since Concubine Yan was not present, Concubine Lin should have sat in the third seat on the left.
——Is your aunt here today?
Yan Cheng's gaze moved from the right to the left, sweeping across the queen at the top, then passing the first and second seats on the left, and finally landing on the third seat on the left.
She is a strange woman. Concubine Yan is not here today.
The one sitting three places to the right is Lu Zhaoyuan, who gave birth to the third prince.
His gaze moved again imperceptibly. Yan Cheng intended to continue looking at the concubines sitting on the right. His gaze passed from the left and stopped when it reached Concubine Yun Shu's face.
A fair hand suddenly pressed against the chest where the heart was beating rapidly.
——That person just now... gave him a strange feeling.
It didn't look familiar. He confirmed that he had never seen Yang Guifei (left) before. Why was that?
Yan Cheng stared at the face he had never seen before. The blood in his body seemed to flow faster and faster, and his heartbeat frequency continued to rise.
My brain also aches dully.
It seems like something is about to break through the barrier and come into this world.
This feeling is even stronger than when I met the Ninth Prince just now.
The quarrel between Concubine Yun Shu and Concubine Jiang Xian gradually reached its climax, and both sides became more and more outspoken.
"...If I want him to die, he must die, not to mention he's not dead yet."
——Death, who died?
——Is he dead?
His brain was throbbing violently, and images flashed through his mind.
In the dark prison, the bars blocked everyone's way out; on the busy streets, the prison vans trapped everyone's way out; on the cold and lonely execution ground, the executioner's sword reflected a dazzling light.
The hand rose, the knife fell, and the ground was covered with blood.
The colors of the world faded at the speed of light, forming a black and white painting, and finally turned into eternal darkness.
The sun shone brightly that day, and tomorrow it will shine on the lingering injustice.
"puff--"
A mouthful of blood that had been stuck in his chest for a long time finally saw the light, and the last scene in Yan Cheng's eyes was a very familiar face.
In a trance, he felt that it was the face he saw in the mirror every day.
The soul is out of the body?
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