Chapter 91 Fantasy

Author: Liuyun Hairpin

Chapter 91 Fantasy

The faint breathing on the side reminded Song Qing'an that the person in the dream was beside her at this moment.

The candlelight outside has been burned out, and everything is quiet. Although it is so dark that you can't see anything, it can be said to be quiet compared to the chaotic scene in the dream.

Song Qingan's breathing gradually became heavier, his chest heaved, and he had not yet recovered from his dream.

It's so real... It's like, at some point in the future, this will really happen.

Pei Qing... Pei Qing...

She turned her head to look at him. The darkness outlined his outline, and the person next to her seemed to be still sleeping.

Pei Qing slept very well, and he did not move even a little bit in the past few hours. This was probably the mark left on him when he was a slave in the palace in the early years.

There are many rules in the palace. In most palaces, people must abide by them at all times. Even sleeping positions are strictly regulated.

After so many years, Pei Qing's habit has not changed...

Song Qingan must be the only one who can see Pei Qing sleeping.

The heartbeat gradually slowed down, and Song Qingan breathed a long sigh of relief and pulled away from his dream.

She wanted to touch Pei Qing's face, but was worried about waking him up, so she finally withdrew her hand.

His face was warm and moist. Song Qingan touched his face and realized that he was crying for some reason.

As soon as she blinked, tears rolled down her eyes and disappeared into the brocade on the pillow.

What if Pei Qing is really dead...

Song Qingan frowned, and his Qingmiao brows were filled with sadness.

In the past, Pei Qing's life and death had nothing to do with her. In fact... it would be best if she could get rid of him.

If the new emperor wants to establish his power, it is most appropriate to kill the evil officials of the previous dynasty.

But she just realized that she was already a little reluctant to let Pei Qing die.

But the dream that seemed both real and illusory was warning her that her brother and Pei Qing... were bound to be at odds with each other.

Pei Qing's arm was still around her waist, and Song Qing'an put it on her, the confusion in her eyes gradually dissipating.

It's good that he is still here now. As for the future... she will find a way.

As long as she wants to, there is nothing she can't do. This has been the case for so many years.

She would never let that dream happen.

Song Qing'an lowered his eyes and carefully felt the warmth of Pei Qing coming from his hands, but there was always a vague feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

What she didn't know was that after she closed her eyes, the "sleeping" Pei Qing opened her eyes, her eyes clear and clear.

Pei Qing never slept lightly. When Song Qingan woke up, he also woke up.

He didn't know why she was crying, but the look in Song Qing'an's eyes just now really made Pei Qing's heart tense.

Pei Qing looked at her in silence for a long time. After Song Qing'an's breath gradually stabilized, he moved forward and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

I don't know if Song Qing'an felt anything. She unconsciously murmured in her sleep while leaning into Pei Qing's arms.

The latter naturally embraced her, and the heart that had been empty for many years seemed to be filled at this moment.

Pei Qing hasn't experienced the feeling of "relaxation" for a long time.

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The morning light passed through the window lattice and sprinkled on the gauze curtain. Song Qing'an slowly woke up and looked at the familiar handsome face in front of him, and was stunned for a moment.

When she came to her senses, she realized that she and Pei Qing had slept together all night.

Song Qing'an was startled and subconsciously wanted to get out. But the arms around her waist held her tightly and she couldn't move at all. Not only did she fail to get out, but she also woke up Pei Qing because of her struggle.

"...Pei Palm Seal."

Song Qingan felt guilty for no reason and avoided looking at him.

"Princess looks surprised?"

Pei Qing raised his eyebrows. He had just woken up with a lazy and distant look in his eyes.

"At night, the princess hugged us and didn't let go. Why does it look like we are frivolous towards the princess now?"

Song Qing'an was doubtful. Of course she didn't know what she did after she fell asleep again; but what Pei Qing said was really hard for her to believe.

"……really?"

"How can our family still deceive the princess?"

As Pei Qing spoke, his eyes fell on Song Qing'an's arm that was resting on his body. Song Qing'an looked at it, his ears turned red suspiciously, and he quickly took his hand back.

However, Pei Qing grabbed her wrist.

"Ha...the proof is solid, princess."

He smiled playfully, with dark eyes. Song Qingan did not dare to look at him again, gave up arguing, and lied to him: "It's time for Pei Zhangyin to leave, and the bamboo smoke will come soon..."

"The princess is so unfeeling, she has to drive people away after one night."

Pei Qing half-propped himself up as he spoke, and his black hair fell down with his movement and spread over the snow-white tunic. The tunic was soft and loose, with slight outlines of the thin lines underneath.

Song Qing'an didn't care about his ambiguous words for the moment, and looked at Pei Qing in a trance.

The middle coat is light and thin, slightly translucent.

Song Qing'an's eyes lingered on her waist. He was afraid of being discovered, so he only dared to glance at her quickly, and then glance at her again. But these little actions of hers were invisible to Pei Qing.

He leaned down and saw that the little princess's face turned red again.

"Princess... don't look at anything inappropriate."

Now that she was discovered, she simply stopped covering it up. Song Qingan's eyes moved from bottom to top without concealment, and finally stopped on Pei Qing's lips.

"But with Pei's palm seal, I have to do something that exceeds the etiquette."

Her fingertips slid across Pei Qing's chest through the middle coat and stopped at the collar; Song Qingan's lips slightly raised, and her fingertips hooked Pei Qing's collar, pulling him closer.

The sunlight filtering through the gauze curtain was dim, and Pei Qing, who was standing close in front of him, had a gentle look on his face. He looked like an ordinary nobleman from a wealthy family, and his usual murderous intent had faded away.

Song Qing'an raised his head slightly, but there was a sudden noise outside the tent.

It was Zhu Yan who brought the imperial doctor in.

"Master Zhou, please wait for a moment while the maid goes to ask the princess to get up."

There were vague voices outside. Song Qing'an couldn't hear clearly, but Pei Qing could.

"Princess, get ready, it's time to change the dressing."

Pei Qing was leaning on the side, looking rested.

Song Qing'an glared at him angrily: "Then why doesn't Pei's palm print leave?"

Pei Qing snorted lightly and ignored her question. However, Zhu Yan had already entered the palace and arrived outside the tent: "Princess, Mr. Zhou is here to diagnose your pulse. It's time to get up."

"knew."

After Song Qing'an responded, Zhu Yan opened the curtain and called the maid in to wash her.

"...Wait a minute, let's call Dr. Zhou here first. It's not too late to freshen up after seeing him."

Zhu Yan was stunned: "Yes."

Listening to the footsteps outside gradually leaving, Song Qing'an patted his chest and glanced at Pei Qing who had nothing to do with him.

"The princess was not so cautious when she said she wanted to exceed the etiquette."

Hearing Pei Qing's mocking tone, Song Qing'an turned away and felt that the person on the bed was an eyesore.

Dr. Zhou came in quickly, and Song Qingan held out his arm from the gauze curtain to diagnose the pulse and change the dressing.

"...The princess's pulse condition is fine, but she is a little weak. She will be taken care of carefully in the future."

Zhu Yan breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. She knew that Song Qing'an had always been weak, so she was particularly worried that the injury would worsen.

Fortunately not, everything is fine.

"Princess, I want to change your dressing."

"good."

The sound coming from the tent was muffled. Doctor Zhou just thought the princess had just gotten up and didn't pay attention.

Zhu Yan frowned, feeling a little strange in his heart.
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