Five-year-pregnant concubine: the emperor's favor is too much

Chapter 53

Tianhua is 13 years old.

In March, the venomous sunshine seems to burn everything on the earth, wantonly drilling into every corner.

There are big gaps in the fields, and the fish are panting in the shallow water that can't cover them in the deep ravines.

The farmer in the soil opened his mouth dry, and breathed in the humid air that drifted indistinctly with the wind and escaped the scorching sun by chance.

Farmers gathered in the fields, scolding the deadly weather.The sound of crying and sighing was swept into the sky with the wind.

That night, the dark clouds suddenly changed, and a huge lightning flashed earth-shatteringly on the land of Shenzhou, and then a shock of thunder broke the tranquility of the night sky.

The people were all awakened, and they ran out of the room excitedly, cheering, and their faces were filled with joy.

The bean-sized raindrops are like a wonderful movement, nourishing everyone's heart.

The raindrops formed a line, began to become a small stream, and finally merged into a large stream, flowing rapidly on the ground.

At this time, in the depths of the woods, relying on the nourishment of the dead, soaring weeds grew wantonly on the tombs, lush and green. There was only one tomb. The sand slid down, exposing the old stones, but not a single grass grew. It looked extremely weird.

The squeaking bird, who has lived here for five years, observed everything here carefully, always chatting with new creatures about the legend about this tomb.

Another earth-shattering thunder struck, frighteningly frightened groups of creaking birds scattered all over the ground.

The heavy rain hit like a flood, swarms of black ants began to emerge on the tomb, and the stones on the tomb began to slowly collapse, revealing a bronze-colored, gray-stained coffin with most of the wood eroded away.

At this time, there was a sound of heavy breathing in the coffin.The creatures in the woods felt all this sensitively and fled in a panic.

The people in the coffin seemed to be infected by the fresh water, and their bodies, which had been sleeping for five years, began to respond.

Breathing the long-lost air vigorously, the lungs seemed to be injected with fresh blood, and the whole body was suddenly full of strength.

The long eyelashes were slowly lifted up, and the eyes were as black as lacquer, emitting two faint rays of light.

Breath slowly flowed out of the small nostrils, and the wing-thin red lips slowly opened.

The face that was as pale as a zombie began to gradually recover blood color, but it was still---white as paper.

Her jet-black hair was wantonly scattered around her waist, it was so black that it glowed, and it was so refreshing.

This is where?

She couldn't see her fingers in front of her eyes, and the difficulty in breathing from her lungs made her realize that she was staying in a small space.

The stiff body has been lying there for five years and now it can hardly move. It is very difficult to reach out and touch the surrounding things.

As the consciousness becomes clear, the oxygen demand of the lungs increases, and the breathing becomes heavier and heavier, and finally the oxygen is slowly exhausted under such breathing.

An uncomfortable feeling came, and the desire to survive prompted her to desperately want to move her body.

The fingers start to scratch around -- can they move?

A moment of joy is followed by endless pain.

It feels like wood everywhere, and the body cannot be curled up, and it just fits my own body. Such a shape——coffin? !
Oh Mega!
As soon as he moved his body vigorously, his head immediately hit the coffin board. He felt a headache, and suddenly felt dizzy.

Why do you stay here?

The long-decayed head began to turn, and every nerve began to ache with the memory.

Difficulty in breathing stimulates the nerves, prompting the door of memory to be opened, and the memory floods in like a tide...
(End of this chapter)