Chapter 232 Doze off in the hall

Xia Di nodded thoughtfully and said, "I understand what you mean."

Ah? Does that mean? Ling Yue herself didn't understand what it meant. Why did Emperor Xia understand? His eyes fell on Xia Wuchen, and a wisp of worry faintly appeared in his eyes. Why worry? Did you do something strange? Wait, at this time, I read Lao Du's spring hope. No wonder Emperor Xia would have that kind of reaction.

Thinking of this, Ling Yue immediately explained, "Your Majesty, don't get me wrong. It's definitely not what you think."

"I know." Xia Di whispered, "Ling Yue's poem is very good, not bad."

I know, if only I really knew: "Why don't you do it again."

"Oh? OK." Xia Di said with a smile, "It's rare that Lingyue has Yaxing, so let's have another song."

"Well, let me think about it." Ling Yue searched carefully in her mind and finally decided to sing a spring dawn. Ling Yue said loudly, "Spring sleep does not feel the dawn, and you can hear birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, how much do you know about the flowers falling?"

"Okay, okay, okay." After three good words in a row, Emperor Xia frowned slightly and said, "But it's summer now. Why can't you sleep in spring?"

Ling Yue has an impulse to rush over and beat Emperor Xia. Since she is still struggling with whether it is spring or not, is it possible that this old man's brain is funny: "This... Er, in fact, summer is also quite good." Ling Yue really didn't know what to say, so she had to be perfunctory.

In the next time, Ling Yue basically dozed off with her eyes open. As for how the poetry meeting was going, she really had no interest. So no matter how excited the officials were, she lowered her head and seemed to be about to fall asleep. If Liu Xi hadn't reminded her in a low voice, she would have fallen asleep.

And Xia Kang has also seen it. I'm afraid that Rong Lingyue is the only one who dares to doze off on such an occasion. Of course, there is another person, that is, Xia Chen, who has fallen asleep on the table.

"Brother Wang, how have you been recently?" Xia Wuchen turned his head and asked softly.

"Hmm." Xia Kang replied respectfully, "How is Your Highness?"

"It's not good."

It seemed that he didn't expect Xia Wuchen to say so. Xia Kang was stunned and said, "What's wrong?"

"Ha ha, this person's mood is the same as this weather. It's always erractic, and there is no reason." Xia Wuchen smiled and said, "I just don't know. What do you think is the reason?"

"It's just a casual question. Prince, why do you take it seriously?" Xia Kang picked up the cold teacup and took a sip. Turn around and stop talking.

Xia Wuchen continued to lower his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

The poetry meeting was held for three hours. In the end, Ling Yue still couldn't resist sleepiness and fell asleep directly, but the dream reappeared.

The faint fragrance of osmanthus, blood-like glass balls, mother's crying...

All this makes Ling Yue's heart sink constantly, and her memory slowly emerges, but each time it comes up are some fragmented fragments that cannot be pieced together. Why is there a feeling of sadness and a feeling of being abandoned? Wait, why is that figure so familiar? It seems that I have seen it somewhere.

Silver, silvery as white as blood. What the hell is that? The line? But why does the line fly in the air and why is it so beautiful? There are really countless lines, but it seems that someone tells themselves that those lines can't be seen, so be careful and be careful. In fact, if you see it, it will turn red. Don't tell anyone about this secret.

Why do these languages, these fragments appear in memory? What exactly does it represent? Recently, those irrelevant things always come to Ling Yue's mind. No matter how hard she tries, she can't get any clues. The only thing that is the same is that there is always a faint fragrance of osmanthus and a little sweet taste.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..." Suddenly Ling Yue shouted in horror.

She saw seven bodies, seven dismembered and messy bodies. And those bodies are all the same people with the same face. Ling Yue recognized the bodies. To be precise, who these bodies belong to.

Su Rou, every corpse is Su Rou, who used to be himself.

"Princess, are you all right?" Liu Xi's stiffness suddenly emerged from the side.

"What are you doing?" Ling Yue, who just woke up, was obviously scared and roared, "You want to scare me to death."

"I deserve to die." Liu Xi immediately bowed and lowered his head.

"Ling Yue, you just suddenly shouted." As Emperor Xia said, he looked at Ling Yue carefully.

Ling Yue quickly recalled and thought that she might have been frightened in the dream, so that she also roared in reality and said quietly, "Weichen is a little uncomfortable."

"Since you are not feeling well, go back and rest."

"Thank you, Emperor."

Ling Yue walked down the golden steps in a trance, and then slowly left the hall with some empty steps. Seven bodies lingered in her mind anyway. However, no matter who it is, it is estimated that they will become a little abnormal to see seven of their own bodies.

Why, why do you dream of that strange thing? With all kinds of doubts, Ling Yue returned to the uterus. As soon as Liu Ye saw Ling Yue, she felt that something was wrong and immediately asked, "Sister, are you all right?"

Ling Yue shook her head and sat in the chair: "I need to think about what's going on."

Hearing Ling Yue's words, Liu Ye was still a little worried and stood silently not far away from Ling Yue.

The seven bodies are all their own. And I also crossed into this world for the seventh time, so what happened to Su Rou who appeared in front of her? Is it possible that when you traveled at the beginning, it was not the soul that crossed, but even the body? Other than that, there is no other explanation. It must be like this, it must be true.

"Ah, what the hell is going on?" Ling Yue said anxiously, "There is no basis at all. Even if there is a result, there is no way to continue. No, I'm going to Cangguo."

"What are you going to do?" Liu Ye asked.

"Look at the body."

Huh? What body?"

"Forget it, I won't go. It's useless to go." Ling Yue said, "I need sleep, yes, I need sleep." Suddenly, Ling Yue said, "No, I still want to see those bodies, but it's useless to look at those bodies. Only she or him knows all this. But the problem is that neither of them will tell me what's going on and what should I do? Since it appeared in a dream, there must be a reason. How can it appear for no reason? Impossible, there will never be no reason. Wait, wait, that's right. The only thing to do now is to wait.

"Hmm." Liu Ye found that Ling Yue was not answering her own question, but just a reflexive answer.

Xia Kang is extremely worried about Ling Yue's strange performance in the hall. Xia Kang is very familiar with the final frightened cry, which is a kind of fear that people will have in the face of death. Did you have a nightmare? Even if it is a nightmare, there should be no such reaction. Do you want to see her? However, as soon as he walked to the gate of the imperial uterus, Xia Kang changed his direction. In what capacity did you go to see Ling Yue? Thinking of this, Xia Kang unconsciously smiled bitterly. This scene happened to be seen by Xia Wuchen who came from afar.

After Xia Wuchen saw Xia Kang, he just stopped and waited for Kang to leave before slowly walking in.

"Ling Yue." Xia Wuchen returned to the imperial uterus and immediately went to Zhemei Hall, "Are you all right?"

Ling Yue was drinking tea while eating mung bean cake with Liu Ye: "Huh? Will Sai Shi be late?"

"Well, are you all right?" Xia Wuchen asked repeatedly.

Ling Yue looked at Xia Wuchen inexplicably and said, "It's okay. Do you want me to be fine?"

"In the hall..."

"Oh, I had a nightmare." Ling Yue said with a smile, "I dreamed that the money bag had fallen off, which scared me to death."

Liu Ye, who was eating mung bean cake, raised his head, looked at Ling Yue, and then lowered his head blankly. However, from Liu Ye's movements, it seems that Liu Ye can only ignore the strange excuse he said to Ling Yue.

"Has the money bag fallen off?" Xia Wuchen tilted his head slightly.

"Yes, the wallet has fallen off." Ling Yue said, "What, don't you believe me?"

"Uh, believe it."

"Just believe it."

"Ling Yue, your poems are well washed." Xia Wuchen said.

"Oh, I'm ashamed." Ling Yue thought silently in her heart: How can there be a shameful bitch to plagiarize other people's poems? "Well, don't mention it in the future, or I will die of shame. Well, that's right, so don't talk about it anymore."

"But it's really good."

"Don't say any more. Besides, I'm really going to hit the wall." Ling Yue said, "Why don't we say something else? Ah, it's raining now. Let's eat something delicious and go out to eat.

"Ling Yue, are you talking about outside the palace?" Xia Wuchen asked.

"Of course, what else would you say outside? However, strictly speaking, this Xia country is your family, so it should still be eaten in it.