6. Unexpectedly, the prince is also fond of Longyang【1】
The scene gradually faded away, and it seemed that what appeared in front of me was just a long ancient painting.
The painting was one of the batch of cultural relics she intercepted last month to be smuggled abroad, and she stared at them for a long time.
…
When she opened her eyes and woke up again, she saw a strange ancient woman carefully holding her head and giving her medicine.
Mo Qingshuang rolled her eyes, her gaze was sharp and murderous, and she raised her hand and knocked the medicine bowl over on the ground.[
The decoction poured all over the floor was still radiating heat, and the room smelled of medicine.
The ancient woman was dumbfounded for a moment and looked at her blankly, "Miss..."
"Ouch, what's going on?"
A colorfully dressed man appeared outside the door, waving a cattail leaf fan, a strange and funny ancient costume, and an effeminate accent.
When the ancient woman heard this voice, she suddenly knelt down on the ground as if she had been frightened. "Lord Liu Yao, please forgive me, it's... this slave accidentally knocked over the bowl..."
Mo Qingshuang's face turned pale and she looked sick. She looked around slowly. The whole scene and atmosphere had a strange familiarity, as if she had seen it somewhere. But the sense of dissonance rising from the bottom of her heart made her extremely sure of her.
I don't know where this place is.
Is this a dream, or...
Dream, she had seen it in a dream. She didn't know the so-called plot of that hazy dream.
The sissy in ancient costume calmly looked at the girl kneeling on the ground, waved the cattail leaf fan and said, "You are really ignorant... What kind of bowl is this, do you know? The emerald and white jade bowl tribute from the Western Regions, your life is not worth it! I thought this place was worth it"
Where is this place where things can be dropped casually?”
"Sir, please spare my life... My Lord, please spare your life..." Luo Yi lay on the ground, her whole body trembling with fear.
Mo Qingshuang turned her attention to this man. He was very brightly and luxuriously dressed, with a handsome face and a bright red in the center of his forehead. Both his voice and appearance were extremely coquettish.
She sat up and spoke in a hoarse voice, "I knocked it over, it's none of her business."
Luo Yi was slightly startled, and her voice was even more crying, "It's none of the lady's business, sir. It's really none of the lady's business this time."
