The Ghost Doctor's Beloved Concubine

December nights are cold. The wind roared loudly, and the flying snowflakes gradually covered the sky. The pitch-black sky merged with the sea of ​​snow, leaving only a hazy patch of darkness in the field of vision. The sound of the carriage came from far away, and a small dim oil lamp hanging on the top of the carriage seemed particularly bright in this dark night. This carriage is as big as two ordinary carriages. A woman was lying on her side in the carriage, her face covered with a layer of gauze, and her appearance could not be seen clearly. Covered with a warm brocade quilt, he squinted his eyes and frowned slightly...