The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1880 is fireworks, but not just fireworks

It's fireworks, but it's not just fireworks.

The completely extinguished bright lights slowly dissipated in mid-air, as did the painting style in the river, turning into smoke and disappearing.

At this moment, the Three Realms seemed to fall into boundless silence.

In the Prince Regent's Mansion, things that have remained unchanged for thousands of years are also disappearing little by little.

The traces of her existence, the things left behind.

It was still there one second, and it all turned into a cloud of smoke in the next second.

The recorded history books were turned wildly by the wind, and finally stopped at a page recording the Regent Princess and Empress Xingyun.

On the yellowed paper, the words disappeared inch by inch, leaving a blank page at the end.

In Master Xinghe's mansion, the jacaranda that existed for thousands of years disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

All traces of Feng Canglan's existence in the world, with her demise, were gradually eliminated and erased.

until it disappears.

She has existed, but there is no trace of her existence in the world.

The creatures of the Three Realms don't have her memory.

Feng Anran looked around in confusion for a moment, "When did I... come here?"

Looking at the boundless night, Feng Anran only felt a dull pain in her chest.

There are also empty ones.

As if something was lost, something was missing.

Sensing the wetness on her face, she reached out to wipe it away.

Looking down at the tears on her hands, Feng Anran fell into deep thought, "I..."

As soon as he uttered a word, he noticed the strange voice and frowned.

Looking at the hands again, they are not as slender and tender as before.

The well-articulated hands were full of strength, and she lowered her eyes to scan her whole body. She frowned, confused, and murmured softly, "I, how did I become a male body..."

The softness and sweetness of the past are no longer, and the deep voice is full of masculinity.

When did she become a man?

Countless question marks hovered above his head, his eyes focused on the tears on his hands, and he felt more and more weird.

Feng Anran's brows were stained with seriousness, and disappeared in place.

The same is true for the races from the Three Realms who chased after Xinghe, confused and puzzled.

After Feng Anran left, she also left one after another.

The various races of the Three Realms scattered in the air completely disappeared, and the people kneeling on the ground moved slightly.

Looking up, I saw that not only I was kneeling, but other people were also kneeling, with a strange expression on their faces, "Why am I kneeling?"

Patted the dust on his body, said something curiously and continued to welcome the New Year's carnival.

Others also withdraw from doubts and continue to wait for the dawn of the new year.

New Year's fireworks bloom again.

It is colorful and beautiful.

In the bustling city, people come and go, and the congratulations are endless.

As in the beginning, it was not affected in any way.

The crowd dispersed, and there was only one cyan figure sitting on the ground in the overcrowded street just now.

Tsing Yi Huafa, sitting on the brightly lit street.

He was stunned, motionless.

The evening wind blew across the imperial city, and on the hill, the jacarandas that Feng Canglan had personally planted swayed in the cold wind.

In the Three Realms, all traces of her existence were erased.

Only here, the jacaranda saplings stand firm in the cold wind.

If you don't want to come to time and space, you will leave nothing.

This is the only trace in the Three Realms that proves that Feng Canglan existed.

But no one knows.

Planting jacarandas all over the mountain, I will not be able to accompany you in the coming year.

Hope, one day.

The people who meet each other can see the jacarandas all over the mountains and plains, even if they don't remember or know each other.

This is the trace of her existence left by her, and it is also the mountain of flowers left for him.

In the coming year, there will be no flowers and no one to enjoy the flowers.

But he hoped that one day, Zong Zhengyu would be able to see the sea of ​​flowers that she had planted with her own hands.

(End of this chapter)