At the same time, the tyrant on the other side suddenly sneezed three times.
"A-choo, choo, choo!" The tyrant pinched his nose. Who was cursing him behind his back again? Don't let him catch him.
"Your Majesty~ It's been a bit cold in the mornings and evenings recently. You should take more care of your health. It's getting late now, why don't we..." Concubine Xiu was sitting next to the tyrant. When she was about to hug the man's waist, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone.
Perhaps because His Majesty's expression suddenly turned ugly, Concubine Xiu looked a little timid, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
The tyrant looked at Concubine Xiu, whose eyes were gleaming with tears, and suddenly felt a moment of trance. How could he be here? Shouldn't he be in Hibiscus Palace?
"Your Majesty?" Seeing that His Majesty did not respond for a long time, Concubine Xiu called him again.
The next second, the great tyrant sitting on the chair suddenly stood up. Under the puzzled eyes of Concubine Xiu, he said to her lightly: "I suddenly remembered that there are still some memorials to be approved. My beloved concubine, please go to bed early."
After he finished speaking, the tyrant turned around and left without looking back.
This left Concubine Xiu with a confused look on her face. By the time she realized what was happening and wanted to persuade the emperor to stay, the emperor had already disappeared.
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cold palace
Wanwan felt completely dejected when she saw all her treasures being stolen.
Her money!
Her heart is bleeding!
Why would the scumbag dad do this!
Now Wanwan is like a pickled cabbage, so sad, so sad!
"This little brat cries just as much as you do~" The beauty-loving ghost looked at the little kid wiping his tears and said to the crying ghost beside him.
After hearing this, the crying ghost slowly raised his head, looked at Wanwan crying so sadly, reached into his sleeve, took out a handkerchief and handed it to her.
As a result, the handkerchief passed through the little kid's body like a gust of wind.
"Tsk, she's human and we're ghosts. She can't see us and we can't touch her."
Although the beauty-loving ghost said so, the stubborn crybaby was obviously unwilling to give up easily. He stubbornly raised his hand and took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears of the little baby.
Wanwan felt a gust of cool breeze blowing on her head. Although the ghost could not touch her, she could still feel it. Every time they touched her, she felt a chill.
The crying ghost stubbornly tried to wipe her tears, but instead of wiping them away, she got goose bumps from the cold.
I mean, can you please stop wiping it, crying sister?
You are not wiping my tears, but my head, okay?
Wanwan couldn't bear it anymore, so she quickly raised her hand and used her sleeve to wipe away the few tears on her face.
Seeing that the tears had stopped, the crying ghost finally withdrew his hand and stared at the little kid's face with his bloodshot eyes.
Wanwan didn't know if it was her illusion or what, but she actually saw her curl her lips and smile.
But with a face as white as paper, lips as black as ink, and eyes as red as blood, that smile looked a little scary.
No matter how brave Wanwan was, she would still be scared every time she saw her staring at such a close face.
Wanwan dug out the treasure she had just buried and held it in her arms: "We can't hide it here anymore. Mommy will find another place for you to hide."
Wanwan left with the box in her arms. After taking a few steps, she suddenly stepped on something hard and almost tripped.
She looked down and saw a palm-sized piece of wood in the grass. Without thinking, Wanwan kicked it away and said, "Hey, who the hell is this piece of wood trying to kill me? Go to hell!"
The wood flew out, and because the wind was so strong around them, Wanwan didn't notice the faint hum.
The ball of black gas lying on the ground slowly raised its head, revealing Abei's hideous face.
He looked at the wood in front of him, then at the figure of the little kid not far away, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
That bitch Chun Yuan made him become like this. Now that her imperial sister is here, he will kill her too!
Thinking of this, Abei lay on the ground with his limbs in a strange arc, and rushed towards the little milk ball not far away at a rapid speed.
But before he could touch her, his neck suddenly tightened, as if entangled by something sticky, and then his whole body was pulled back suddenly.
His bloodshot eyes suddenly turned back and he saw that it was the hanged man hanging on the tree who was pulling his neck with his tongue.
Ah Bei: "Why did you stop me?"
"Hey, you short-lived ghost! If I hadn't saved you, you would have been chopped to pieces. Didn't you see what's hanging around the little princess' waist? That's a jade pendant with a magic seal. Ghosts can't touch it."
"Ghost?" Ah Bei said in shock, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I be a ghost?"
"We are ghosts, so why don't we speak ghost language? You don't know that you are dead yet, do you?" The beautiful ghost said to him while playing with her long hair.
"I'm dead?" Ah Bei was a little bit incredulous. Wasn't that bitch Chun Yuan the one who broke his legs and threw him here? How could he be dead?
Abei looked down at his bloody legs, and when he looked up at the three scary ghosts present, he was so scared that he couldn't help but scream.
He's dead!
How could he be dead!
Love Beauty Ghost: "You've been dead for almost three days~"
"No... Impossible! How could I die!" Abei didn't believe that he was dead. He crawled on the grass in a strange and twisted manner with a ferocious face.
"Chun Yuan, that bitch! She's so cruel! Even if I become a ghost, I won't let her go! I want to kill her!"
The grumpy ghost hanging from the tree asked, "Who is Chun Yuan?"
"The bitch who killed me!"
Love Beauty Ghost: "But didn't you commit suicide?"
Ah Bei: "I...commit suicide?"
How is this possible?
"Wuwuwuwu..." Seeing that he seemed to have forgotten, the crying ghost beside him floated to his side, took out a dagger from somewhere, and slashed his wrist like he did when he was alive.
At that moment, scenes before his death flashed before his eyes.
He remembered that his leg was broken and when he woke up he was lying on the bed, dying.
He didn't believe that Chunyuan would be so cruel to him. She must have been bewitched by that guy Anan.
Yes, that must be it!
So he prepared to use the self-torture trick again. He first chose to hurt his legs with a wooden hammer, but after just a few hits he felt it was too painful. Then he chose to cut his wrists to prove his innocence. Of course, he didn't really cut his wrists, he just wanted to make the idiot Chun Yuan feel sorry for him.
But unexpectedly, when he was cutting his wrist, his hand suddenly shook and a big cut was made. By the time he wanted to find someone to help, it was too late.
He did commit suicide.
But if it weren’t for that bitch Chun Yuan, how could he have died!
"I'm going to scare her to death!"
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