MTL - The Legend of the Ghost Concubine-Chapter 139 ::The world is no longer red.

The showdown between the master and the master, the benevolent sees the benevolence.

Dragon Six is ​​not discouraged, and the opponent must have a day that reveals the pony tail.

On the morning of the next day, the Dragon Six people posted a notice that the Jiuzhong Building was burned and no one was still alive. The few burnt bodies that were found were placed in the garbage heap of the Jiuzhong Building.

This announcement has been passed on here, and the hotspot has overshadowed the headline gossip of the emperor’s birthday in the palace for the birth of the seven kings.

Numerous loyal fans of Jiuzhonglou Shuanghuai can't believe this fact. Everyone went to the burnt-out Jiuzhonglou waste to worship the double squad.

The Jiuzhong Building changed from a bustling and bustling building to a pile of ruins overnight. Many frequent customers shook their heads and sighed. Some sensitive frequent customers also secretly shed tears. For so many years, for Jiuzhonglou, for the double-flowered squad, there has been an indelible feeling.

The people still couldn’t accept that the beautiful and beautiful people became a burnt and dark dead body overnight.

Accidents are always impossible to prevent.

Yu Xiangfu, backyard.

Wake up in the phoenix, remembering the last night, the moment I was wearing shoes and dressing, I refused to wash it. The black body was removed.

In the corpses of Feng Xiaoer, one of the bodies had a thing like a piano in his hand. Feng Xiaoer looked at it carefully and recalled that the ancient piano could only be red nine. Only one person in the Jiuzhong Building is playing the piano.

Someone on the crowd sighed: "All said that the nine girls love the piano as a life..." He said with a sad head: "While the nine girls are dead, the nine girls will never die in the spirit of art."

Many people agree and agree: "Yes, never die, Jiuzhonglou is always the best brothel, Shuanghuaku is always in our hearts, Nine Girls are always the nine girls we are proud of"

Feng Xiaoer rushed to the front of the officers and soldiers who carried the dead body, and sincerely pleaded: "Let me take a look, just take a look"

Feng Yuer reached out to touch the guqin, and then touched the corpse holding the guqin. Is this Ajiu? It has been completely unrecognizable. At this moment, Feng Xiaoer is still lucky to think about it, this may not be Hongjiu.

However, she saw the red nine in the fire, and the guqin belonging to the red nine is a living cruel evidence.

She hasn't had time to ask the doubts in her heart. There are still a lot of questions in Feng Xiaoer. I haven't had time to ask about Hong Jiu. Why is this all the way?

The officers and men pushed the phoenix and lifted the body away.

Feng Xiaoer asked in anxiously: "Where do you want to carry the body? How do you deal with these bodies?"

The officers and men answered her: "The six princes like the piano skills of the nine girls, and they will certainly bury her. The six princes understand the feelings of many people on the Jiuzhong Building and will bury them in a thick place."

Feng Yuer looked at the corps of the officers and men carrying the red nine and went farther and farther. The heart was like a soul. It seemed that the whole person had no soul. The little potato helped her. Feng Xiaoer wants to chase, but finds that it does not work.

The whole person will collapse.

In the past few days, the blows, encounters, injuries, rushing, tired, sad, and sorrowful, Feng Xiaoer never felt so fragile, unbearable and unbearable, and the red nine went, her world collapsed instantly.

Is there no red nine in this world?

Red nine is gone, what is the significance of her living?

Feng Xiaoer is like a withered puppet, his eyes are a godless, decadent, dead, and when the original is difficult to receive the ultimate, tears can not flow out. As a result of ruin, there is no love.

"Miss, don't scare the slaves, cheer up, cheer up, we have to go to the palace to give the seven princes a banquet." The little potatoes helped the phoenix, and they worried that they would cry.

Feng Xiaoer patted his face and ordered himself to compete. She has never been such a dead person.

If you die, you will die, you must live, you must not die.

Marrying Dragon Seven, it is better to let her go to death. She is no longer willing to fight like this, but she is living in the dynasty, and Hongjiu is dead. She has nothing to worry about. Feng Xiaoer strengthened this idea.

Little potatoes looked at the sudden recovery of the calm lady, I felt very upset. Worried: "Miss, no matter what, don't do stupid things, for the sake of your wife, you must live well."

Feng Xiaoer had an idea in his heart, wiped his eyes and smiled at the potato: "Well, let’s go back to the palace and prepare to enter the palace."

The master and the servant returned to the palace, Feng Zhengde blackened his face, his face was gray and stood at the door and glared at Feng Xiaoer. He replied: "How many times have you told me, you have to prepare earlier, if you delay the palace? At the time, how do you tell the emperor, eh?"

Feng Xiaoer did not listen to it, and walked in. The face is gray.

"Isn't it too much to dress up for your lady?" Feng Zhengde angered the little potatoes.

His children, who were originally crazy, crazy, stupid, and abolished, now only the one whose most unsatisfactory daughter is still normal, is very good. Take his father out of his eyes. The son has become disabled again. Feng Zhengde's mood is complicated and uncomfortable. By her daughter, I am afraid that I can’t rely on it.

After half an hour, the little potatoes will dress up the phoenix, and they are not glamorous. They are still gorgeous, but the style is simple, the light blue simple skirt is covered with beige beige shirt. Light makeup, pink lips.

Light makeup is always appropriate, or light makeup is suitable for her lady. The small potatoes put the golden scorpion on the hair of the phoenix. "Although I don't like too fancy, but today is the birth of the Seven Kings, it can't be too shabby."

Feng Xiaoer nodded and kept quiet and did not speak.

The little potato went to hold the cold hand of Feng Xiaoer and firmly said: "Miss, no matter what you do, the slave will support you, but... don't leave the slave alone in this world."

Ah Jiu, you left me alone in this world.

Dressed up, Feng Xiaoer got on the carriage. Along the way, always quietly leaned in the corner of the carriage and closed his eyes to sleep.

Not silent in silence, it breaks out in silence.

Feng Yuer should replenish his vitality and prepare psychologically for the purpose of resisting the disease in advance.

Enter the palace gate and get ready.

At noon, I arrived at the palace and stepped out of the gate of the palace again. Feng Xiaoer’s heart was not afraid at the moment, was it life or death? Then give it to God.

The birthday banquet was held in the main hall, showing the emperor's love for the dragon seven.

When Feng Xiaoer entered the hall, all the people were all together, only one of her. When she crossed the threshold, many people cast a dissatisfied and contemptuous or satirical look on her.

Feng Xiaoer does not care. Calm down to the most remote corner and sat down.

Dragon Seven sat on the side of the emperor and secretly looked at Feng Xiaoer. His heart was satisfied with doubts and worries. He was deeply impressed by Feng Xiao’s reluctant temper, but now it’s the most scary.

What happened? Dragon seven secretly doubts.

Ann Tianhuang is a good mood announcement: "Today, please come to the ministers, one is to celebrate for the seven children, the second is to take advantage of this good day, there is a good thing to announce, as for what is a good thing, huh, everyone, first celebrate for the seven children, Good news announced later"