In the past, she had never had such a strong hallucination. Only this time, Emperor Hongwen's design of "suspended death" suddenly gave rise to her fantasy - Luo Jia, could he be like this?
If that's the case, why is he avoiding it?
Tonight, she was determined to unlock this secret.
So, I changed the time and chose to come here around the third watch.
Even the starlight dimmed, and she was about to fall asleep lazily. However, her spirit was very good, and she was alert, like a cat swimming at night. Quietly, quietly - she wanted to catch him! Tonight
, no matter where he is, I will find him out.
It's like a person has been playing hide-and-seek with himself for so long, and it's his turn to catch him again, right?
However, there have been no strange sounds or illusions.
The consciousness is surprisingly clear.
She wondered where the psychic Taoist Master traveled to? What is certain is that this morning, he should still be handling matters with Emperor Hongwen.
Why did you suddenly hide away at night?
I don’t know how long it took, but there still hasn’t been any miracle.
She was disappointed and walked over slowly and silently.
After a long time, she put down the basket and slowly took out a few things from it: already cold deer meat stewed with dried apples, roasted mutton with cypress seeds, and a jar of aged wine.
After a long time, she knelt down quietly, not wanting to shed tears, but a clump of grass came out from under the tombstone, and its sharp leaves just brushed her face, and she burst into tears.
Your Majesty, I have followed your instructions and assisted the prince to kill Yihun, the traitor. I have completed all the tasks you gave me.
She said this from the bottom of her heart. As she spoke, she silently poured a glass of wine on the ground.
Drunk you to death!
Luojia, you are drunk to death!
She kept her mouth tightly closed and stared at every move in the air with her eyes wide open. She seemed to have a strange intuition - in the past, he could hear her when she spoke. Luojia could also hear it. His one-sided, familiar
Every move he makes, but he knows nothing about him.