Feng Xie screamed and woke up. He saw soft lights in the middle of the night. The huge palace was cold and quiet. Occasionally, a few wisps of breeze blew through the gauze tent. Feng Xie gasped for air and raised his hand to touch his forehead, which was covered with sweat.

. He calmed down and stood up, put on his clothes, and walked towards the outside of the palace with some staggering steps.

The lights in the Fengqi side hall were still on. Feng Xie frowned, walked over, and opened the door. He walked lightly so as not to wake up the maid on duty. He turned around a barrier and Jian Yao lay quietly.

The dragon and phoenix carvings lay on top of each other, as if they were asleep, with a peaceful expression.

He sat down next to her, reached out and stroked her silky hair, watching the blue hair swaying in the golden light of the lamp. He gently twisted the hair with his fingers, and Feng Xie lowered his head to find those few strands.

The white traces have long been submerged in the dim candlelight.

Thinking of her decisive figure in the Emperor's Pavilion that day, Feng Xie still had lingering fears. She really jumped down like that, from before his eyes, into the rolling red water. Feng Xie's heart suddenly felt empty, and he was so numb.

As she jumped down, he couldn't see anything clearly in the rapids. He could only keep searching and reaching out to touch. He had forgotten the feeling when he touched her body. He only felt that he was following her body.

She came to life again and hugged her tightly. He finally understood what it felt like to lose. He had never owned anything since he was a child, so he would never lose anything. So he never understood Jian Yao's pain until

As her figure fell, he realized that loss was a kind of indescribable emptiness, a kind of sadness that was worse than death. If this was the case, how much had he made Jian Yao lose?

Not daring to think about it anymore, he leaned over and kissed her forehead. It had been ten days and she still hadn't woken up. In the past ten days, the world had been turned upside down. The imperial concubine hanged herself, the concubine Shu was demoted, the three founding fathers were dismissed from their posts, and so on.

Since the founding of the feudal state, it has not experienced such a big change, and all this is just because of a waste queen and a thief's sister.

"Girl, wake up, it's time to wake up..."

Holding her hand and gently touching the rough palm with fingertips, Feng Xie looked at her fingers that were no longer slender due to hard labor with various emotions. Why did all this happen? Could he and her really not be able to go back to the past?

Time has passed?

Taking her other hand, Feng Xie looked at her clenched fist and sighed softly. He carefully opened her fingers, only to find that they were still tightly clasped.

"What's hidden? Let me see!"

Feng Xie smiled and muttered to himself, and vaguely saw a golden object between his opened fingers. Curiously, he used force and opened another finger, and what Jian Yao was holding in his hand was actually a golden bell.

Feng Xie was stunned for a moment. He loosened his hand and clenched his fist again. He seemed to have thought of something and stood up in surprise. Looking at Jian Yao's sleeping face, he staggered back a step. He paused for a moment and rushed into Fengqi like crazy.

In the main hall, rummaging through the bedroom, the Moon Soul Bracelet in the wooden box on the bed quietly showed its brilliance under the moon. Feng Xie picked it up and ran to the side hall, with rapid steps.

The palace maid on duty woke up, and she walked to the inner hall in fear. She saw Feng Xie kneeling in front of Jian Yao's bed, staring blankly at her wrist that couldn't put on the bracelet. The expression was a bit scary, and the palace maid didn't dare to say anything.

, stood quietly outside, listening to their king keep muttering to himself: "How come you have the bell and the key? How come you have the things buried in Yuechen Palace? How come..."
Chapter completed!