"Not yet, Princess, would you like to bring this lowly slave for your interrogation?" A woman's voice sounded.

The girl snorted softly: "Bring it with you. After eating so many whips, I want to see if my memory has improved."

The woman hurriedly ran out, and Xu Anan and Cheng Huai stood beside the red paint pillar to make way. After a while, a man covered in blood came out, led by an iron chain.

His white prison clothes were torn open, revealing red scars on his flesh and blood. The man's shoes looked like they had been soaked in blood, with one foot deep and one shallow, leaving bloody footprints.

But the man was very handsome. Even though he was tortured into a state of disgrace, his back was still straight and his eyes were filled with unwillingness and stubbornness.

He limped and was roughly pulled into the room. When Cheng Huai saw the man's face, he held Xu Anan's hand tighter.

Xu Anan's hand hurt from being scratched, so she asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Huai also looked unhappy. He shook his head gently: "It's okay."

Xu Anan pulled him and left. When the two of them passed by the door of the house, they saw the man forced to kneel on the ground. The pretty girl stepped on his head hard with her garnet-red pearl embroidered shoes. The girl laughed.

Yi Yin said: "Cry just a little, and I will let you go."

There were many people watching the show in the room, and the voices of ridicule and ridicule were endless.

Xu Anan pulled Cheng Huai and quickly left the area, until the voice became quieter, and Cheng Huai looked back again. He pursed his lips tightly and looked not good.

The two of them stood under a locust tree. Xu Anan looked at the candlelit room in the distance: "Do you know that person?"

Cheng Huai was also a little unsure, but his face was very similar to the portrait in the Cangshuge Pavilion. He hesitated and said: "He looks like Cheng Huan, the founding emperor of Daqi. However, he died of an old illness within two years of the founding of the country. Because of his lifelong

Since he had no heirs, he made a child from a branch of the Cheng family the crown prince, who is also my heavenly grandfather. From then on, our lineage has been the leader of Da Qi."

Heavenly Grandfather? This goes back to the fifth life.

He looked at Xu Anan: "What's going on in this mansion? Why did things happen a hundred years ago?"

Xu Anan sighed softly: "Obsession, the obsession of this mansion is very deep. When the moon is overcast, it will turn into an illusion. The scene before the destruction of Prince Sheng's Mansion will be repeated here. Their previous life will be like

The same story repeats itself over and over again.”

What surprised them was that Cheng Huan, the founding emperor of Daqi, actually had such a past.

If Cheng Huai hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that he had been humiliated by the princess of Prince Sheng's Mansion.

"let's go."

Leaving this place, it becomes dark again, and all the laughter and laughter disappear.

There was a place similar to an ancestral hall. The door frame was crumbling and covered with ants and spiders. When someone came, the ghost who had just walked out of the darkness quickly disappeared into the night.

Xu Anan walked in, and the dust inside could fly all over the place with every step she took. She stared at a trail of blood on the floor of the ancestral hall, which was long and extended into the dark corner.

The blood seemed to have solidified for several days and turned into a black and red streak. Xu Anan held a lantern and walked deeper. Cheng Huai also stood outside the door with his hands folded and did not come in.

The orange light shone on the trembling and huddled figure in the corner, Xu Anan's eyes fell on his back: "Mu Ci."

The crouched figure stopped trembling, and Mu Ci slowly turned around. His face was full of tears, his eyes were red as if they were bleeding, and he was holding a girl in his arms.

The girl's face was covered with blood, her limbs were broken, and the original color of her clothes was unrecognizable. This was Mu Xue, the little girl smiling cutely behind the scenes.

Seeing Xu An'an coming, tears streaked across his eyes again, and the blood-colored tears streaked across his face, dripping on the face of the girl who had long been silent.

His voice was hoarse: "Why..." He choked hard and tears seemed to break down: "Why, you chose my sister."

"She was only fourteen this year. When she was in full bloom, at the moment when she was about to bloom...she was picked off and kept with the soil."

He knelt down and hugged Mu Xue tightly, as if he was going to get a definite answer from Xu Anan.

Yes, why were these seven poor girls chosen impartially and put into a cold sleep in their prime?

Xu Anan's joints were so tight that they turned white. She turned around and said, "Take her with you and let's go out."

"You can't get into trouble before the evildoers are brought to justice."

Because he had been kneeling for a long time, his knees almost lost consciousness. He pushed himself to stand up, holding Muxue tightly in his arms, and followed Xu Anan like a zombie.

Touching the cool breeze outside, Xu Anan looked at the branches and leaves rustling in the wind. There are many sufferings in the world, and the life and death of loved ones is just one of them.

Xu Anan knew that Mu Ci's heart was in pain, so painful that she could not speak, but things had happened, and even if God were alive, he could not turn back time.

But at this moment, she couldn't even say "sorrow". She said that the joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same. In fact, people who have lost a close relative can feel it more.

Xu Anan did it, and so did Cheng Huai.

When the three of them walked out of Prince Sheng's Mansion, Cheng Qingqiu was already waiting anxiously. She was relieved when she saw them coming out: "Sister-in-law, where is Mu Ci? Is he in there?"

Xu Anan stepped aside at the door, and Mu Ci walked out slowly with Mu Xue in his arms. Before Cheng Qingqiu had time to rejoice, when his eyes touched the bloody figure, his pupils shrank slightly.

"Emperor's sister-in-law...he..." Cheng Qingqiu opened and closed his lips slightly.

"Muxue is dead."

Cheng Qingqiu felt like she had fallen into an ice cave, and her eyes quickly turned red: "What the hell is going on? Du Xue doesn't live in the north of the city at all, and she won't come to the north of the city. Why is her body in Prince Sheng's Mansion?"

in."

Mu Ci's pupils moved slightly, his eyes passing over Mu Xue's body inch by inch. He could no longer wake up his sister, who had been with him for more than ten years.

It seems that he no longer has to worry about making money by writing lyrics and music. It seems that he no longer has to save a dowry for his sister. It seems that he no longer has to tease her. If she doesn't obey, he will marry her to a pig butcher in the west of the city. It seems that he will never need her again.

The little adult was just as concerned about whether he was feeling unwell, and could always boil the medicine for him in time without having to listen to her random thoughts.

He should be able to escape, but his heart still hurts. He has lost his only relative.

Mu Ci hugged Mu Xue and knelt on the ground, crying until she couldn't stop crying.

"There is no such thing as a ghost. My sister...she was taken to a haunted house and tortured to death. That person...played like a mouse, breaking her bones one by one and making her cry.
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