Chapter 337 Nightmares of Past and Present Lives

Chapter 337 [The Nightmare of the Past and the Present Life]

The night is as cool as water, but in the bedroom where Jing Li is located, the lights are still bright. Although Jing Li's body was weak, she was in good spirits. She didn't know what she was talking about with Mo Yan, and the two of them were laughing happily. The pair of hugging shadows are printed on the window lattice, which is particularly harmonious but makes people feel a little sour in their hearts.

Zhou Zhichao stood outside the door of the bedroom for a long time. He leaned against the edge of the sycamore tree, half his head up and half his eyes. He couldn't hear what the two people in the room were saying, but listening to their laughter from time to time, he knew that the emperor was very happy. In fact, that was enough. He should have nothing else to ask for, but The legs that can't be moved don't know that they should walk, if they stay again?

"Queen Qiansui?" A woman's exclamation woke him up. It seemed that the voice was also heard by the people in the room, and the room immediately became silent. In fact, is he listening to the corner? It doesn't count! But it was still inevitable to be embarrassed when he was met on the spot. He stood up in embarrassment, still the gentle smile in the daytime, and said softly, "Well, are you...?"

Looking at the medicine in Linglong's hand, Zhou Zhichao actually knew that she gave it to the emperor, but in this situation, he really needed something to cover up his gaffe. Linglong smiled indifferently and whispered, "The medical concubine said that the emperor lost too much blood and needed to replenish blood. Here is the boiled red date soup, and the maidservant is taking it to the emperor. Go, is the queen Chitose also coming to see the emperor?

"Uh!" The question was thrown back again. Zhou Zhichao was very uncomfortable. He smiled slightly, but before he could answer, the soft voice in the room sounded, "Is it Zhichao? Come in."

"Yes!" Zhou Zhichao answered lightly and walked to the room in Linglong's thoughtful eyes. In the room, Jing Li was wearing a cloak, and Mo Yan's body was still the white shirt. They looked very good, with an intoxicating smile on their faces. Although Zhou Zhichao came in, he didn't know how to put his hands and feet.

Jing Li smiled at him, patted the bedside beside Mo Yan, and said with a slight smile, "Come on, sit here."

"Thank you, Emperor." Zhou Zhichao said in a low voice, and then sat over. Looking at Jing Li, he looked much better. His heart also relieved and said with a slight smile, "Your Majesty, how is your body? But what's wrong with you?"

"Mo Yan's medical skills are good. I have been fine for a long time. At this period of time, I feel very relaxed, which makes you worry. I feel very sorry. Zhichao, you are the queen now. Tomorrow, I will announce the decree to take over Qinger. Qinger is my only daughter and the heir of Dajing Kingdom. You must teach her well to make her a wise king, you know?

It's like this again, and it's like telling the story. This made Zhou Zhichao and Mo Yan frown tightly. After a while, Zhou Zhichao stared at Jing Li's face, as if he had the courage to say, "Your Majesty, there is one thing that I don't know whether to ask or not. "

Hearing what he said, Jing Li smiled indifferently and said, "Fool, what else is there between you and me? As long as you ask, as long as I know, I will tell you the truth."

"Are you serious?" Zhou Zhichao's heart flashed a trace of urgency, and even the words became extremely eager. Mo Yan knew what he wanted to ask, but he was worried that Jing Li would be sad. He couldn't help reaching out and pulling his sleeves to stop him from asking such a question, but Zhou Zhichao has cut off all the clues. Now except for Jing Li, It seems that no one can give him an answer. Maybe he will be guilty if he asks, but he can't take care of much.

"Your Majesty..." Zhou Zhichao's voice was slightly hesitant, and then he said softly, "Your Majesty, do you still remember that when you were in a coma, you kept calling a person's name, whose name was Xuan! The emperor cried and asked him why he wanted to kill you. The minister saw the emperor's pain as if he was also suffering from that pain. Your Majesty, who is Xuan...?

Finally, he asked what he had always wanted to ask, but there was only a room of silence that answered him. Jing Li didn't seem to think that he would ask this question. He was just stunned. The original pink face was all pale at this moment. She looked at him, and Zhou Zhichao actually had an illusion that he felt When he was trembling, yes! She is trembling.

"Your Majesty, how are you?" There was some cruelty that hated himself. After all, after seeing Jing Li crying, if he asked such a question again, there was no doubt that he sprinkled a handful of salt on Jing Li's wound, but the words had come out, and it was too late to take it back. He could only look at Jing Li with remorse, but he didn't know how to comfort her. .

Mo Yan also felt this unusual one. He stretched out his hand and held Jing Li's hand tightly. It was precisely because of this hand that he could clearly feel Jing Li's trembling, yes! Her face was lost and her whole body trembled. Mo Yan was also heartbroken and said softly, "Your Majesty, the queen Chitose just asks casually and cares about the emperor. If the emperor doesn't want to say it, don't say it. Maybe... It's just a nightmare."

"Yes!" A hollow voice came, and Jing Li seemed to come to his senses for a long time. He muttered, "That's like a nightmare. I have always thought so, but I've been wrong. For many years... Every time I think of it, I still feel sad. I know that you have a deep love for me. I don't want to talk about the story, it's just... I don't want to mention that dream.

"Then don't mention it, don't mention it." Looking at Jing Li's distracted appearance, Mo Yan's heart was held together. He couldn't help patting her thin shoulder and coaxing her softly. Zhou Zhichao did not say anything, but did not stop Mo Yan's movements. In fact, since he first asked this sentence, he had already regretted it.

"That was a long time ago..." Just as the two gave up to find the answer, Jing Li's empty voice remembered again. After listening for a long time, she continued, "I picked up a man on the way home. He was covered with rain and a high fever, so I saved him, and then I also took him in. He lived with me. Over time, we fell in love..."

"That was the happiest day in my life, Xuan... He is gentle, considerate and tolerant! It seems that no matter what I do in front of him, he can accept and tolerate everything about me. I once thought it was the ultimate love! But I was wrong, because I care about it. Because I don't care, I don't care. At the moment he asked for my life, I knew that he was close to me... just... just for another woman."

Zhou Zhichao and Mo Yan's faces changed at the same time, but before they could speak, Jing Li smiled and said, "I'm not reconciled, so unwilling. I'm not willing to think about other women in the man I've loved for so long, and even used my life to save his lover. He betrayed me and hurt me. It hurt me, and even killed me."

The whispering voice hurt the hearts of the two men in front of him. Mo Yan's eyes were red. He never thought that there was such pain in Jing Li's heart, and Zhou Zhichao clenched his fist and roared heartache, "Your Majesty, tell me where is he? The minister is going to smash his body and vent this evil breath for the emperor.

The voice of heartache in the roar seemed to come from another world, but Jing Li fell into her own pain. She did not shed tears, but her empty eyes seemed to have no soul, yes! No soul, no focus, no thought, there is... it's just pain.

"Your Majesty..." Mo Yan was shocked!

"Your Majesty..." Zhou Zhichao reached out and took Jing Li's hand and whispered in fear. Yes, they were afraid of such Jing Li, as if there was no soul, such a sense of life, and the feeling that she was about to leave them was strong, which made the two of them hold Jing Li's hands tightly one by one.

"Do you think... do people really have a past and present life?" Jing Li opened her mouth again, withdrew her soul-like eyes, and looked at Mo Yan and Zhou Zhichao. Her eyes looked back and forth in front of the two people. Zhou Zhichao quickly bent down and clung Jing Li's slender hand tightly and said, "Your Majesty, do you hate him?"

If she hates him, he will not spare him. No matter where the earth is, he will find this person! Zhou Zhichao's eyes were cold, and there was unprecedented determination in his eyes. At this time, Jing Li slowly recovered and couldn't help laughing and saying! He actually said all about this matter. Looking at their eyes that reported their own disaffe, Jing Li knew that they didn't really understand her story, but just understood such a person.

Jing Li shook his head slowly and said, "No, I don't hate it. That was a long time ago. It's been a long time since I hardly thought of this person, if it weren't..."

With a sigh, Jing Li had no interface to continue, but Zhou Zhichao said softly, "Does that Xuan... look like... very much like Jing Feng?"

Jing Li's body was suddenly stunned. She gently raised her head and looked into Zhou Zhichao's eyes full of wisdom. She couldn't help nodding and smiled bitterly, "It seems that I can't hide anything from you."

Zhou Zhichao didn't say anything, and Mo Yan didn't say anything. He was still heartbroken by the story mentioned in Jing Li's short words. They silently accompanied Jing Li, while Jing Li closed his eyes and looked like he didn't want to mention it. Linglong held the red jujube soup, hesitated slightly and silently exited the room.

She didn't know what Jing Li said, but she didn't think of this strange thing. She didn't hurt herself just for the sadness in the story. But suddenly a breeze stroked it, and the wind was mixed with a sigh. Linglong immediately stiffened and flashed to the sycamore tree. Next, he said in a cold voice, "Who is it? Come out!"

There was a moment of silence everywhere. Just as Linglong was about to rush to the dark place, a person came out of the back of the tree. The expression could not be seen on the face with a black mask, but the cold eyes were familiar. She couldn't help smiling and said, "A knife, it seems that you, a shadower, are getting worse and worse. Even I can detect your existence.

He didn't say anything. He just turned his eyes and looked deeply into the room. The candlelight was still the same, but there were three figures shining on the window lattice. At this time, he turned around and jumped into the night and disappeared into the night. He muttered puzzled, "What the hell, it's inexplicable."

Bamboo garden!

Just listen to "Papa!" A rustling sound shocked the tranquility of the night. Jing Feng looked at a knife with a pale face and said in disbelief, "You...what are you talking about? Is everything you said true?

"Yes!" He answered coldly, but his eyes were very different today. He had been staring at Jing Feng's face and didn't move away for a long time. Jing Feng seemed to recover after a long time and said, "No, no, I'm going to the emperor. She can't do this. Qing'er is all I have. I can't live without her. I will definitely teach her well. Yes, but in any case, I can't give Qinger to someone else to take care of.

"The prince belongs to the queen's upbringinging. This is the royal law that remains unchanged for thousands of years. It's useless for you to go." He opened his mouth coldly, and it was not surprising that the figure who ran to the courtyard suddenly stopped there. The helpless figure had not been seen for many years. His heart couldn't help saying, "The emperor's body is not good and he is in a good mood. Don't bother her. I just want to tell you all this, just want you to grasp it. In this last time, spend a good time with Qinger, and there will be much less chance for your father and daughter to meet in the future.

Jing Feng seemed to have been drained. He sat weakly in the soft chair. He looked stunned and no one knew what he was thinking. At this time, he approached him and said, "Feng, there is one thing, I want to ask you!"

Jing Feng turned his eyes, looked at the hesitation of a knife, waved his hand carelessly and said, "Don't you know more about this palace than me? What else do you want to ask me?"

"Yes... about a man, you have spent a lot of time with the emperor. Do you know a man named Xuan?" He didn't care about his attitude. He opened his mouth straightly, but he didn't want to finish his words. Jing Feng's body suddenly trembled. He looked at the knife in disbelief and said in a trembling voice, "You... Why did you suddenly remember to ask this man?"

A knife was just an indifferent smile, and he would talk to Jing Feng one by one what he heard outside Jing Li's room. During this time, his eyes never moved away from Jing Feng's face, and his changeable eyes were all in his eyes, but Jing Feng just sat in a daze. After a long time, he slowly shook his head and said, "No I don't know Xuan, and I don't know who he is.

Jing Feng's denial was actually expected. He just smiled and said coldly, "Anyway, the people who hurt the emperor deserve to die. No matter who he is or where he is, I will definitely find him and let him pay for his blood." After saying that, he straightened his back and strode out of the bamboo garden. However, with the last words brought by the cold wind, Jing Feng couldn't stop trembling.

He didn't know why the sudden heartache in his heart was. Qinger was about to leave, as well as the story of Jing Li, which brought him a great impact, so that when he fell into sleep drowsiness, he could not escape the nuisance of nightmares.

"Why?" The eyes with tears in the stubbornness stared at themselves.

"Save your lover in the way of sacrificing me? But you said you loved me, and you said I was everything to you. The stubborn eyes finally shed tears, and the tears seemed to fall on the tip of his heart, and the tip of his heart trembled. He tried to see the talking face clearly, but after all, it was just those eyes.

"Yes, I said it!" A man who looks like himself appeared in front of him. Yes, it emerged. He seemed to be standing in the mist, but the dress was so strange. He was not wearing a robe, but an alien costume, but the coldness on his face made his heart ache. He moved his lips again, and the cold words sounded again, "If I didn't tell you this, you again How can I be my woman, and how can I find out everything I want to know?

"You did this to me for a prophecy fantasized by others! You will regret it. If I really have the power to travel through time and space, you will definitely regret it. I will revenge... Xuan, I will make your life worse than death, and life is worse than death like me..." The stubborn eyes finally appeared as cold as death, which seemed to be the words said in the last breath, with a bloody curse, let Jing The wind is cold.

He tried his best to open his eyes and just wanted to see the person in front of him clearly. At this time, the woman finally raised her head, but it was at this moment that Jing Feng was frozen on the spot. How can he describe him at this time? Just like this... Ten thousand arrows pierce the heart.

"Your Majesty..." He roared... Looking at her falling body, he rushed by, but when his hands caught her body, a strong golden light suddenly lit up and caught his eyes!

"Your Majesty..." A heartbreaking roar passed through the night sky. With this roar, Jing Feng's body wanted to rush over crazily, but his feet were empty, and he fell to the ground. The pain came. He opened his eyes and realized that it was just a dream, a nightmare.

There is no Xuan who looks like him, no woman who looks like Jing Li, only the bodyguards who broke into a row, and the panicked maidservants and slaves. Jing Feng was still lying on the ground in afu posture. The bodyguard immediately came forward to help him up and said with concern, "Jingfei, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay!" With a weak answer, Jing Feng found that his clothes had already been soaked with sweat. He looked around faintly and saw the worried eyes of everyone. He blinked hard and then said, "Go and prepare some hot water for me. You all disperse. I'm fine!"

His voice was unusually low, and the guards looked at him a few times uneasiness. So it seemed that he really had nothing to do, just like a nightmare. Everyone retreated. Soon, the slaves came in with a bucket of hot water. Jing Feng was a little trance. He untied his clothes and then sank his body into the hot water.

But when he closed his eyes and leaned against the edge of the barrel, the nightmare became clearer and clearer in his mind.