The imperial concubine, she murdered with beauty

Chapter 432

Yan Chen regretted it, he should hide Ye Wanwan completely so that no one can see it.

In the end, Zhao Zhuo still saw Ye Wanwan, even if it was just a glance.

Zhao Zhuo knew that there was a disguise technique, that corpses could be faked, and he had also read about the medicine for suspended animation in his miscellaneous journals.

He didn't believe that Ye Wanwan was dead. After all, Yan Chen couldn't see much pain like that. If Ye Wanwan really died, how could he still be so calm.

The Ye Wanwan lying in the coffin looked so alive, it didn't look like she was dead at all, she was just sleeping, she just fell asleep.

"puff!"

Before he could get on the carriage, Zhao Yan suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and fell to his knees on the ground, his heart seemed to be torn apart.

His reason is still there, the brain can deceive itself, but the heart cannot.

"Your Majesty!" Lin Zheng was startled by him, and subconsciously supported the person. It seemed to be fine just now, but it turned out to be all hard support.

Zhao Zhuo clasped Lin Zheng's hand, resisting the darkness in front of him, and another mouthful of blood spilled out: "Go back to the palace."

Zhao Zhuo didn't admit that Ye Wanwan was dead, and he couldn't admit it, but his body seemed to be separated from reason.

The more soberly he told himself it was fake, the more painful his body became, his heart seemed to be pinched, and finally he fainted in pain.

"Mrs. Wanwan," the unconscious emperor murmured in a low voice, calling for grief and grief.

Lin Zheng drove away all the palace servants, and personally guarded the unconscious emperor. The emperor called the name of Mrs. Anguo in a coma. This must not be spread.

Zhao Zhuo was lying on the bed, he was sitting on the ground, and the picture he just saw kept popping up in his mind.

The emperor didn't want to admit it, and he didn't want to admit it, but the fact was in front of him, it was indeed Ye Wanwan, and it was indeed gone.

Clenching his knees and curling up together, he remembered the time when he was next to Ye Wanwan, as if he could feel the pain of the emperor at this moment. He knew that this was not the emperor's, but his own. Just pity each other.

The emperor was so reclusive that he didn't dare to express his thoughts, so how could he dare to let people know that he shouldn't be delusional.

When people are there, it is a relief to meet once in a while;
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Ye Wanwan. She knew that she was dead, and it was not the first time that her soul had been pulled out of her body.

Every time I leave the body and go back, it's like dying and coming back to life.
But this time was different, she knew she couldn't go back.

The lungs and heart were shattered, the blood in the whole body flowed cleanly, the body was completely cold, and it was impossible to die again.

Even if you go back, you won't be able to survive, that's called cheating.

She saw Yan Chen's pain in her eyes, watched him wipe her body and slept with her, watched him make antiseptic herbs to keep her body from rot, watched him put on her wedding dress and live her life. Marry to death.

It was very strange, she was the one who died, but the pain in her heart was no less than that of Yan Chen.

Unlike the last time she died in Zhao Yi's hands, this time she also died aggrieved and was killed by Ye Zhaoru, but she did not complain.

The father-daughter family relationship has long since faded, and the only thing that makes her care about is the blood relationship. After all, she is Ye Zhaoru's daughter.

Now this sword has completely cut off all kinship, and since then she has nothing to do with the Ye family, and one life is enough.

Even Ye Shaoyang doesn't want to care anymore, now she only has Yan Chen, she is Yan Chen's wife.

After throwing everything away, Ye Wanwan felt that her heart was filled with Yan Chen, and she no longer needed to keep her love for him.

There is no resentment and unwillingness in the past life, no restraint in this life, and no longer feel that her feelings are weak, and she always feels that she is controlled by fate, and her throat can't breathe.

At this moment, she was completely dead, the resentment dissipated, and the pressure disappeared. She seemed to have become a complete self, and her emotions and desires had completely returned.

But she is dead!

Everyone was dead, and the corpse was so cold that she couldn't go back even if she tried her best, and she couldn't even deceive the corpse.

Ghosts have no tears, but she really wants to cry.

Floating in front of her coffin, Ye Wanwan remembered the scene in her previous life, Zhao Yi, Ye Zhaoru and the Queen Mother were sullen in front of her coffin. They gave her hell on earth, but they still used the tone of a benefactor, which was extremely hypocritical.

At that time, she was full of resentment, wishing to turn into a ghost and die with them.

Now, in the same scene, she dies again.

She still wanted to struggle, but not for revenge, no resentment, she just wanted to touch the husband who was so sad that he was about to break and tell him that she was still there.

There are different ways for people and ghosts, and she can't break that barrier.

Even because of the lack of resentment, she couldn't even blow out the candlestick by blowing the yin wind.

Sad and uncomfortable, especially seeing the tenderness and grief in Yan Chen's eyes, she felt so distressed, but in the end she was disappointed.

Depressed, helpless, numb.

Yan Chen asked people to calculate the day of her burial. He was willing to let her be buried in the ground in peace. In three days, he just wanted to be with her and didn't want to leave for a moment.

He didn't take Ye Wanwan out of the coffin, he was just here to accompany him. When he was really sleepy, he leaned against the coffin and fell asleep, but even when he was asleep, his brows were still furrowed, as if he had a very bad dream. , In a short while, the whole person was sweating profusely, but he couldn't wake up with an uncomfortable face, as if he was trapped in a nightmare.

Ye Wanwan let her body slowly float down. She wanted to wake him up and save him from pain, but she couldn't touch him at all.

"what?"

Ye Wanwan raised her hand. There was a red mark on her wrist. It had been there before, and even in the soul of the dead. The red petals of the flower on the other side were even more dazzling and dazzling on her wrist, as if they were fresh flowers. generally.

But what really surprised her was the red string-like thing that was linked along the red seal.

One end was attached to her hand, while the other end spread toward Yan Chen, and finally appeared and wrapped around his ring finger.

One is a living person and the other is a ghost, and it is incredible that they are linked together at this moment.

Obviously not two days ago.

Ye Wanwan was puzzled, but suddenly she saw the wedding dress on Yan Chen's body, and then looked at the red silk on the side, could it be a ghost marriage! ?
Because Yan Chen married her in a ghost, so she accidentally tied the red thread to her hand?

Yes, from the moment she died, her soul left her body, and there was a force that always wanted to take her away. After that, that power is gone.

Every time she leaves the body, she will be pulled, it is impossible to disappear for no reason, it must be related to Yan Chen.

Ye Wanwan felt that she had found what she really wanted, and she was instantly shocked. If that was the case, since she and Yan Chen had a connection, she shouldn't be able to do anything.

She quickly grabbed the red line and kept pulling it towards herself, but the line was very strange, she could stretch it infinitely, but she couldn't feel the power involved.

Sure enough, this ghost thing cannot be concluded with common sense.

She looked at Yan Chen, he was still in a nightmare, his body trembled in pain, even if he didn't know what he was dreaming about, he intuitively told her that it must have something to do with him.

"Ah Chen." Ye Wanwan approached him slowly, reaching out to overlap his red-lined hand, but still couldn't touch it.

She lowered her head and approached, unwilling that she couldn't do anything, condensed all the power gathered in her body, followed her own thoughts, and rushed into Yan Chen's body.

(End of this chapter)