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Just now, the woman who was still arguing "don\'t want to see you" said, "it\'s not comfortable for you to put your elbow on my vest. Just lift it under your pillow and head."

The man behind him takes a breath. After a long time, her strong arm lifted her head slightly, and put her in the arm again, telling her to sleep peacefully.

In her ears is her soft and shallow breath. Zong Zhenglin\'s eyes are as deep as ink. Her eyes fall on the ink hair on her white robe. There seems to be a flash in her eyes.

After she made a scene, he wanted to understand her intention. This woman, through a strange feeling, brought to light the estrangement and suspicion that should have grown up secretly. Like her kick in his leg, tibia slightly prick, also followed by a thorn in his heart. Fortunately, she would rather face up to the unhappiness between them than be angry. Fortunately, he has the same temperament as her.

She dared to offend him again and again in front of him. She believed him. And he was bolder and more frank than her Zong Zhenglin closed his eyes unconsciously.

The left hand touched her arm and slid slowly until it reached her wrist, then moved the fingertip. When she came back, she was out of control

In the dream, many pictures of the previous life passed, the most profound is still the figure of the man in the Royal robe and leaving her alone.

Such a cold figure, like an old painting scroll, dark color, even the outline is some fuzzy. But it\'s like melting into the bone and blood, and then it\'s also called "she". She feels that if you touch it, it\'s freezing cold.

It\'s not her. Half dream and half wake up, Mu Xiyao suddenly, such a deep despair sadness, due to that memory. The gray sky in the dream, patter, continuous rain, drenched, is the woman\'s heart for the rest of her life.

This is the first time for her to "immerse herself in the scene" in her dream, and realize how the master of the previous life\'s body is sad and depressed for a man. The prince\'s house in her memory was a deserted courtyard.

She stood in a strange yard. I think it should be the courtyard where she was placed when she was a concubine. The old elm tree in the middle was bare and withered. At the bottom of the tree trunk, there were several pots of Hibiscus. On the other side, it was an old rickshaw.

The heart is a little depressed, this just remembered, "she" is three times bear the pain of losing a son. This mottled glaze color, inside only put children wear old clothes, side also placed a long life lock. In the gray and desolate yard, only this rickshaw and the things used in it still bring out some warm colors.

The woman buried the bottom of her heart, the last worry, I\'m afraid, was the three children she didn\'t have a chance with.

Step some heavy, she in "she" dream, slowly step up the steps. Very unwilling, as if she was involved in the hands and feet, Mu Xiyao only felt as if she was bound by people, bound her to the main room.

Suddenly a song came out of the wide open door. It is a popular "Qingyin" in Qingzhou. The beat was slow and the ending was long. In the empty courtyard, suddenly there is a kind of creepy fear.

The shoulder has already been drenched, and the water drops gradually rising from the stone slab under the feet have soaked the embroidered shoes and satin with cold water, which shows a cold feeling from the sole of the feet.

Finally, she climbed the last stone step, and then she stopped. At the east corner of the main room, a woman with a bun in her hair and a comb in her hand was sitting on an armchair with a comb in her hand.

My heart suddenly began to ache. Mu Xiyao frowned, the pain of the cone heart, as if experience, too real.

Just after Mao, the little woman around her suddenly had a movement.

Zong Zhenglin\'s eyes open, just with hazy light to see the person in front of him, pupil Mou immediately is a shrink.

She curled up with her little hands on her heart. Her expression seemed to be extremely pathetic. Her eyelashes blinked, and tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

The man suddenly became conscious. As soon as she could see her delicate appearance, she let his heart beat out.

"Jiaojiao." He half sat up and held her in his arms. His thumb wiped away the tears for her. Zong Zhenglin frowned tightly and leaned over to call her gently.

The dream suddenly vibrated. As if being twisted, the scene in front of you is like a whirlpool. But the woman sitting in the single room, slowly raised her hair, a pair of empty eyes, like looking at her, as if looking at the courtyard outside through her.

At that moment, Mu Xiyao\'s heart was shocked.

There is no soul.

The woman was like a puppet of the dead, dead and dead. Her face is similar to her, but her expression is dull and rigid.

Yes. She never knew better than this moment that the present was but a dream. It seems to be able to sense in the dark that the "person" in front of him should be the projection of the remnant soul. Only with memory, nothing else.

"Xiyao." I don\'t know where came a cry, the dream picture from the beginning of the woman, like a spider web tearing away."Xiyao." When he opened his eyes again, his eyes seemed to be swollen with acid, but in front of him, he had a pretty face with a tight eyebrow.

Zong Zhenglin. Just now, in my dream, I saw her.

Finally she woke up, on her eyes in a trance, the man holding her arm slightly tightened. "Jiaojiao?"

It\'s extraordinary. What makes her sad in her dream?

"Your Highness did not call my concubine like that." My heart really hurt. It seems that the ghost is not without harm to her.

The corners of the eyes are moist, and there is a slight tension on the side face. Is it tears? Fang wanted to raise his hand and rub his eyes, but was wrapped in the palm of his hand by this man, and asked her instinctively to look up at his meaning.

"What\'s the matter?" Now that she was clear and clear, he put away the soft voice. Such behavior showed affection to her appearance and made her know that she was uncomfortable. It was embarrassing to call her in person.

"I seem to dream that I am singing in the house. There are empty rickshaws in the garden, and there is no one to wait on. The courtyard is very dilapidated, and you are not seen. " The little hand clenched his lapel and buried his head in his arms.

"Your Highness, I think It\'s cold. "

In an instant, my heart pricked. With a thin cocoon of hands on the top of her hair, Zong Zhenglin\'s Phoenix eyes are dark, too many emotions are suppressed and restrained.

Bent down close to her face, the man warm breath in the forehead.

Is it his distrust that made her think wildly and listen to Wanshi\'s words?

He was firmly clasped in the chest, the corner of his eyes and eyebrows were all carefully touched by the man. Lips are still cool, but let her put soft body, rely on his arms.

It was the first time that she met with a nightmare. I don\'t know whether it is related to yesterday, but if he has been wronged, he must know it and share it with him.

In the heart is secretly unfair, but listen to the ear deep ring this man heavy words.

"Not alone. I won\'t make Jiaojiao sad again

No matter in the last life or in the dream, the ending would never be her.

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