"Yan'er

Mo Yuzhuang looked at the haggard figures of Murong Qiulian and Ye Luoliang leaving together, and a sudden rush of fire surged into her chest, causing Mo Yuzhuang's chest and abdomen to become extremely full, and her body felt unbearable.

Soft, she fell down on the tea table, covering her chest in pain, breathing fiercely and rapidly, her beautiful eyes opened like flower buds, almost reaching the limit of her eye bones, and sad ice crystals were in the beautiful buds.

Big clumps rolled out of the flaps and dripped.

"Master, quickly, take the medicine!"

Nan Ming saw Mo Yuzhuang leaning against the table, her beautiful face covered by her hair extremely pale and messy. She hurriedly took out the pain-relieving pills and put them into Mo Yuzhuang's mouth, then slapped her face with her palm.

Mo Yuzhuang's back chest forced Mo Yuzhuang to raise her head uncontrollably, allowing the pill to be swallowed.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!" [

Youtang's specially prepared pills were specially prepared for Mo Yuzhuang's physical condition when she was emotionally upset. When the pills slipped into her mouth, Mo Yuzhuang took a short rest and covered her sleeves with a deep cough.

"Master, Nan Ming understands that you miss the Emperor so much, but you must pay more attention to your body.

Nan Ming's talkative concern became smaller and smaller under the intimidation of Mo Yuzhuang's cold eyes. In the end, he simply silenced himself and waited beside Mo Yuzhuang and stopped talking.

"It's none of your business, go down."

Holding her chest, which was still rising violently, with her palms, Mo Yuzhuang's body hung on the tea table, and she waved lazily, signaling Nan Ming to step back.

"Yes, Master."

Nan Ming knew that his master had to think alone again, so he went into the inner hall to get a warm gold silk velvet quilt, and helped Mo Yuzhuang fall asleep on the tea table.

Mo Yuzhuang's little sleep was not stable. The story in her dream was revised and rewritten several times, which made Mo Yuzhuang sleep unsteady and made Mo Yuzhuang feel restless.

"Yu'er

With his fingers, he grasped the sheets tightly and dug at them.

Mo Yuzhuang saw the scene in his dream, a white fox nestled in his arms, no longer breathing.

"Yan'er

There were cracks in the sheets, which were growing little by little.

Mo Yuzhuang saw a woman on the battlefield. The moment she was shot, she stretched out her bloody fingers and slowly drew the half of the red heart she gave him.

"this

As soon as the blood-stained scene turned, Mo Yuzhuang felt as if he was being sucked and swallowed by an infinite black hole, filling up to another place that opened his eyes. There were men and women wearing strange clothes, and they dared to hold hands while walking on the street.

Men and women who hugged and even kissed, and men and women who could talk, dance, and sing in bronze mirror frames.

"You, who are you all?

A palm hit the people who were singing in the bronze mirror frame. The moment Mo Yuzhuang's sharp palm wind came into contact with the bronze mirror, it suddenly turned away and hit somewhere else!

Boom![

There was a huge sound, and at the end of the tea collapse, Mo Yuzhuang, who was sleeping, raised his palm and punched out a palm-sized piece of wood. Nan Ming, who was waiting in front of the collapse, was so frightened that he knelt down and did not dare to raise his head.

The sleeping person didn't know what was happening at this time. He was just staring at the small frame in the bronze mirror with an almost obsessed look in his dream.

Inside, there was a young and beautiful woman, smiling sweetly at him, singing: "Sweet honey\/You smile sweetly\/Like flowers blooming in the spring breeze\/Where is it\"

/Where have I seen you\/Your smile is so familiar\/I can’t remember it at the moment\/Ah~~In a dream\/I saw you in a dream\/How sweet a sweet smile\/It’s you~Yes

You~ It’s you I dream about

"sweet

The people on the tea table were mumbling nonsense, and the man in the dream was crying and holding on to the bronze mirror in front of him, holding it tightly.

That's his cigarette~

Only his Yan'er can sing that song~

His cigarette

Generated

good

Can't say amazing

But it can make him remember it in his heart at a glance
Chapter completed!