Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 3 Chapter 3: Rebirth Returns

Yan Jinxiu's sneer suddenly froze on her face, she watched Yan Qingcheng sit up suddenly with beautiful eyes, raised her hand and quickly grabbed her by the neck, pulled her into the coffin and strangled her to death.

"court death!"

Before Yan Jinxiu had time to call for help, she was frightened and fainted on the spot.

"Tom, tom, tom..."

Several concubine sisters who followed closely fainted to the ground together.

Yan Jiujiu suddenly let go and pushed Yan Jinxiu who was fainting away, lying on the side of the coffin, as if the breath had finally flowed back into his chest, his chest and abdomen rose and fell exaggeratedly, and he roared with an extremely distorted expression, the dizziness of the rapid fall finally stopped down.

At this time, Yan Jiujiu, who was on the edge of the coffin and still didn't know what was going on, raised his head and glanced at the scene in front of him in a daze after returning to his soul. One was dumbfounded, his face was pale, and he stared blankly at her as if he had seen a ghost.

Immediately afterwards, someone howled ghostly: "Fake corpse! Ghost!"

It sounded like a bomb, waking up all the people present and began to swarm you, squeeze you, and run out desperately. After a while, only Yan Jiujiu, who was awake, was left in the crowded mourning hall, and the coffin Several ancient women who passed out outside the museum.

Yan Jiujiu turned his head and looked around, the silent mourning hall, the strange red coffin, himself in Fengguanxiapei.

The brain short-circuited for a while, and then suddenly there was a ghostly scream of "Ah!...".

Yan Jiujiu quickly jumped out of Seeren's coffin.

It's just that the wide sleeves were too big and too long, and the phoenix crown was too heavy. Yan Jiujiu's head was so crushed that he couldn't find his way, and he stumbled and bumped against the white silk. Tearing off the heavy phoenix crown on her head, she was accidentally pricked by the pearl flower tip.

hiss--

Yan Jiujiu looked at the blood beads on his fingertips, and his heart clearly felt the tingling pain from the peripheral nerves.

Yan Qingcheng turned his head again and looked around carefully. There were red wood carvings and flowers. In the center of the antique lobby, there was an exquisite red coffin, and a dark "Dian" was clustered in the center of the white silk and large flowers all over the yard.

This is a mourning hall, an ancient mourning hall. On the tablet in front of the mourning hall, there is written the spiritual tablet of Yan Qingcheng, the daughter of the Yan family...

Yan Jiujiu's eyes rolled quickly.

she……

A moment ago, he was still chasing the criminal suspect in a speeding car on the Minpu Bridge...

There was a buzzing in her head, something exploded, and in the flames, her car flipped several times and rolled into the river...

Then... Then, when I opened my eyes again, I saw the scene in front of me...

But at this moment, she was wearing a phoenix coronet and Xiapei, crawling out of the coffin like a ghost...

Could it be?She crossed...

After being stunned for three seconds, he suddenly remembered something.

Then she has traveled through time, does it mean that she is dead in this world?
The ghosts of the Yan family only give birth to boys and not girls, and the number of males and females is no more than 33, and it is likely to stop at three.

It is said that the children of Guimen Yanjia can't live to be thirty, and the longest one is only 33 years old.

She is Yan Jiujiu, the only daughter of the Guimen Yan family, and the only woman among dozens of generations of the Guimen family. She was born with ghost eyes. His mother divination for her, saying that she is the person sent by heaven to save the Yan family's children from dying.

Unexpectedly, the brothers failed to save them, and instead lost their own lives. This loss even happened in ancient times.

Thinking of this, Yan Qingcheng felt ironic, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitched a bit of self-deprecation, a little reconciled to his fate.

(End of this chapter)