The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 904 That voice just now...was my sister?

A gust of wind blew the surrounding vegetation slightly, and the air was faintly mixed with the faint fragrance of peach blossoms.

Other than that, it was empty.

She scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes, and slowly closed her eyes after confirming that no one had sharp eyes.

Yan Xiang, who was lying on her back, sensed what was wrong with Feng Canglan just now, and asked softly, "Yun Chao, what's the matter?"

Feng Canglan withdrew her thoughts and shook her head, "It's okay."

After saying that, she turned around and continued walking in the direction Yan Xiang was pointing at, her slender eyelashes were half down, covering the deep sadness and coldness in her eyes.

It was really an auditory hallucination.

An Ran died in her arms, and disappeared little by little before her eyes.

How could it be possible to hear An Ran's voice again.

Thoughts by day and dreams by night, she is starting to have auditory hallucinations now.

must!Resuscitate An Ran as soon as possible!
Although... Duo Ni Lin's method of raising spiritual power is not proper, but... she can't care about that much anymore.

If it's not right, it's not right, she's never been a good person.

After Feng Canglan carried Yan Xiang on his back seven turns and eight turns, his figure gradually disappeared.

After the figures of the two disappeared completely, two maids in green clothes came out holding a ragged woman covered in blood.

One of the maids raised her head and looked in the direction where the two figures disappeared, "Didn't Di Ji see you just now?"

"Mr. Long said that Diji Jianjian once made good friends with her again. We must not let Diji have any contact with her again, and we must not let her lead Diji badly."

Another maid in green clothes looked sideways at the man covered in scars and bruises who was held in her hands, and sneered, "Our Dragon Lord is the most beautiful man in the entire Eight Deserted Islands, and the leader of the Dragon Clan. , this person dared to run away in the bridal chamber!"

"Even if she is from the Phoenix Clan, so what? The Phoenix Clan came today, and they want to obediently make amends to our Dragon Clan."

"Hurry up and take her away, she can't die after Mr. Long has spoken, we will be unlucky if we die."

After the exchange, the two maids left with the woman in ragged clothes covered in blood.

It is more accurate to say that it is dragging than walking.

The woman who was dragged away was covered in blood, and she looked weak and weak.

The messy hair covered her entire face, and the hair was stuck together with blood, exuding a disgusting bloody smell.

The pair of deer eyes covered by the hair moved slightly, and a gleam of light flashed in the gray pupils.

She struggled slightly to raise her head, but was restrained by two maids as soon as she walked.

She was already covered in wounds like gossamer, that bit of strength and resistance was no different from a mayfly shaking a tree.

"I still have the strength to move, it seems that I can't die!" The person who was supporting him pushed violently, and the blood-soaked person staggered forward and fell to the ground.

Another maid hurriedly stepped forward to support his shoulder, and looked at the pushing companion disapprovingly, "What are you doing? After all, she is also married by Long Jun Mingmei..." The word Junfei did not dare to say it out of her mouth .

The pushing maid smiled sarcastically when she heard this sentence, her face was full of disdain, "The Ming media is marrying?"

"She escaped in the bridal chamber!"

"This is hitting the face of the Dragon King, trampling the face of the entire Dragon Clan on the ground!"

"But even so, her identity is still there, don't be fooled." The maid said while helping her up.

Hearing this sentence, the man seemed to hear some big joke, "Where is your identity?"

"Don't worry, she will be nothing in a long time."

"In the past, Lord Long really had a deep-rooted affection for her, even disregarding the grievances between the dragon and the phoenix, he had already forced her to marry her."

"But! That was all in the past!"

"Now there is Concubine Yao by Longjun's side, she will be nothing soon."

The two argued, and the person who was lifted up was limp as if all his strength had been taken away.

She turned her head back with difficulty, looking in the direction where the voice sounded just now.

As soon as he turned his head and didn't see it, he was held up by two maids and dragged away.

Xiaolu's eyes were stained with mist, full of anxiety, but unable to express, unable to make a sound.

That voice just now...was...my sister?
Did she get it wrong?
Yes.

I must have misheard, this is Bahuang Island, how could my sister appear here.

When she disappeared at that time, my sister must have been very sad and painful.

She wants to leave Bahuang Island quickly, please hurry up to that lunatic, and hurry up to find her sister!
The deer eyes that cried out tears were full of determination, and the same emotion as Feng Canglan just appeared on his face.

"It's here~"

Yan Xiang's soft voice sounded, and Feng Canglan slowly placed it on the soft bed beside her.

"This is my home. I will trouble you to stay here during this time."

Yan Xiang looked at Feng Canglan, her wet eyes were full of anticipation, she was dressed in a goose-yellow gauze dress, she was playful and agile, she couldn't tell that the coquettish and haughty voice came from her mouth at all.

No matter how you look at it now, she is a little princess who has been held in the palm of her hand since childhood, has never seen darkness, and has never experienced severe beatings.

too.

She is the Empress of the Dragon Clan, and her elder brother is the leader of the Dragon Clan, Dragon Lord.

It seems that he was well protected by the Dragon Lord.

"How disturbing."

Feng Canglan's cold voice was neither humble nor overbearing, like pines and cypresses, respectful but not doggy.

Yan Xiang stared blankly, pursing her small cherry mouth and her cheeks were slightly red.

This person knew that she was Di Ji, but she still looked like this.

Because the elder brother was strict, the clansmen were too scared to speak when they heard about Dragon Lord and Emperor Ji.

This person is not only good-looking, but also courageous.

His appearance is not inferior to that of his brother, and his temperament and courage are good. If he is a member of the clan, he will not have so many problems.

Yan Xiang was fascinated by the look and didn't respond for a long time. After a while, she realized that her cheeks were "brushed" with blush.

she!I was stunned!
Yan Xiang quickly moved her gaze away, her gaze flickered, and her voice was a little hasty, "No...don't bother, you are also helping me heal my leg."

"Then I'll take a closer look at the injury."

Feng Canglan walked over, lifted the brocade robe and squatted down, pinched Yan Xiang's ankle with one hand and slowly took off the embroidered shoes with the other.

It would be vulgar for someone else to do such an action, and even be regarded as a servant directly.

But he is completely different.

The matter of taking off his shoes was done gracefully by him, as if he was doing a very important thing.

Yan Xiang's heartbeat accelerated as he watched with great vigor.

Feng Canglan carefully inspected the ankle, inspecting the white and soft feet inch by inch.

Yan Xiang saw that her eyes were focused on her feet, her presence was too strong to be ignored, her cheeks flushed a little more.

"How...how?" Her voice trembled a little, Feng Canglan put down the jade feet in her hand, "In my preliminary judgment, it should be fine."

As soon as Feng Canglan's voice fell, a look of anxiety appeared on Yan Xiang's face. He was struggling with how to speak when Feng Canglan's cold and peaceful voice sounded again, "I don't know if it hurt the inside. I need to observe it for a few more days."

"exactly!"

Yan Xiang immediately covered her chest, her pale face looked extremely painful, "Maybe I got an internal injury from a fall, my head hurts so much."

She clutched her chest and said seriously that her head hurts.

Feng Canglan's eyes flickered slightly under the half-drowned eyelids, and the cold voice sounded again, "I'll show it to Di Ji."

Her hand landed on top of his head, Yan Xiang realized belatedly that she was covering her chest.

thump——

She only felt a thump in her head, and her face was so red that it was smoking.

Forcibly pretending that nothing happened, she secretly raised her eyes to look at Feng Canglan.

Yan Xiang was sitting, Feng Canglan was standing. With such a tricky vision, what he showed was still a flawless face.

Withdrawing her gaze, she realized that the two of them were almost touching each other, a faint fragrance penetrated into the tip of her nose, and her already blush cheeks were so red at this moment that they seemed to be dripping blood.

"Xiang'er, what are you doing!"

(End of this chapter)