Suddenly, Ran'er's voice sounded again, and he was calling his mother.
It's calling her.
An Qingran immediately echoed, but Ran'er seemed to have not heard it and was still shouting.
Yes, I am dreaming, no matter how much effort I use in my dream, I am still in my dream.
Suddenly, she heard a woman's voice: "You vicious woman, I'll give my child my life..."
She turned around and had nothing.
Of course, it was also covered by thick fog.
"Who are you?" An Qingran asked back.
"Can't you even hear my voice? Who am I? Ask yourself in your heart." The woman's voice came and went, and An Qingran simply stopped moving and thought carefully.
Indeed, this woman's voice was very familiar, but it came through the fog, and it was not very real.
"You, life is so perfect, how could you think of me? It's really normal that you can't remember the evil things you did." The woman laughed coldly, as if the cold wind was blowing on people's bones.
An Qingran fought a cold war and said loudly: "Everything I do is clear, let you slander me so much!"
"Have a clear conscience? You never thought about how vicious your methods were? Even if you don't let a child go, what's the difference between you and a demon? Poor my son, it's ruined in your hands,
And I, you won’t save me..."
"An Yanran?" An Qingran finally heard her voice and couldn't help but sneer, "You are so embarrassed to say that I am a devil. What you did is not for my life, and I
I tell you that you have difficulty giving birth, it’s not that I don’t save you, but that your life should be like this. I have done my best to you and your son. Your son is born weak and can have something to do with me!”
"What do you have to do with you? You never thought that if you did your best, my son would not die?"
'I am just a doctor, not a god, I can save people, but I can't save lives. Besides, do you think I'm afraid you won't succeed, do you think you'll say the white ones to the black ones, and I will feel guilty? Tell you, what I do to you
I have never felt guilty about anything I did, because it is what you deserve!' An Qingran smiled coldly, "I am not afraid of you when you are alive, I am not afraid of you when you die, I am not afraid of you even more! What's the matter
You can use your skills!”
A sense of resentment made An Qingran become extremely brave, but his heart was filled with heroic spirit.
Because she remembered her previous life: "You dare to say that I am sorry for your son. I can't treat it, and I have tried my best to save it. What about you, what you want is the lives of our mother and son!"
"Just, why can't I understand you!" An Yanran's voice sounded again, vicious, "Listen, An Qingran, if I have me in this world, I shouldn't have you. I wish you could die a thousand times a day.
Thousands of times!”
"So you made this fog?" An Qingran seemed to understand something.
"What fog? An Qingran, take your life..." With the sound, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the thick fog, and he ran towards her neck with his teeth and claws.
An Qingran's kung fu is still there. When she twisted her head and avoided it, the black shadow disappeared into the fog, and there was silence around her. In that suffocating silence, time passed by little by little, An Qingran knew that she must be still there
,She is waiting for her, ready to kill her with one blow.
Suddenly, there was movement behind her. An Qingran rolled on the spot and avoided a ghost hand. Before she could get up, something caught her feet, and someone pressed her waist. She moved at all.
No.
Then I heard An Yanran's voice sound again: "You woman, I should have died long ago. I wish I could eat your meat and drink your blood..."
As she spoke, her face appeared from the thick fog. It was a face that had not changed much. An Yanran was the same as she remembered, but her face was pale, but her lips were scary red. She looked at it with a sneer.
An Qingran: "You have today, I have been waiting for you. I will avenge our enemies with my own hands..."
As she said that, suddenly the face was close, An Qingran's neck was pinched by a strong force, and the chill on her neck passed through her pores to the bottom of her heart. She knew that she would be unable to survive today. This was not a dream, but a ghost.
It's blocking your eyes!
She had just respected and disbelief of these ghosts and gods before, but now she doesn't want to be encountered by her.
Ran'er's laughter was nearby, and she didn't dare to shout, for fear that An Yanran would find Ran'er and she would never see Ran'er again.
"Even if I die, I won't be afraid of you. Let's continue fighting!" An Qingran squeezed out this sentence from his teeth.
The hand on her neck was getting harder and harder, An Qingran almost gave up hope. At this moment, she heard a Buddha sound, as if falling from the sky...
She suddenly opened her eyes, Dongfang Ran was still chasing the butterflies, while the little palace maids were still shaking their fly, but she was startled by her sudden awakening, staring at her blankly, shouting
A word of queen.
The afternoon sun was as warm as it was, still leaking from the gaps between camphor leaves, making her shine. She stroked her neck and felt ache: "Look, what's wrong with me?"
She asked the palace maid.
The palace maids looked over and shook their heads. There was nothing wrong with it, and they wanted to hire an imperial physician for her.
She calmed down and refused.
It was just a nightmare, but the nightmare was too real and she couldn't tell the difference for a while!
She stood up, looked at Dongfang Ran, thought about Menglian Yanran's words, and felt resentful. In fact, her son was not really not her not helping her, but she was powerless, but if she tortured her heart carefully, she really did everything.
Have you tried your best?
She didn't.
She didn't have the same attentiveness as she saved Queen Yun and Emperor Yun Qi.
Moreover, when An Yanran died, she felt a little relieved, and although she felt a little uncomfortable, she died.
It's been so many years.
She met her in this way again, and she felt that all the memories of those years had flowed into her heart. Her various calculations about herself, her various responses to her, and everything was like a tide, which made her heart
A stubborn area became blocked, my stomach tightened, and I felt a little painful.
She sat down slowly: "Go and find the imperial physician."
Seeing that the palace maids were not doing well, they looked for the imperial physician and the emperor. An Qingran just lay on the rattan chair, breathing quietly, and calming down her mood.
When Dongfang Jin came, he had worried on his face. When he saw a group of imperial physicians surrounding An Qingran, his body shook and almost stopped. Fortunately, An Qingran saw him and smiled at him in the crowd.
one time.
I asked the imperial physician, but I even said there was no problem, and even said that An Qingran was very healthy.
Dongfang Jin began to get angry at the doctor again, thinking that these people were simply useless. She was stopped by An Qingran when she was about to cry. She was just a little panicked. In fact, she couldn't find out what was wrong with her body, but she just thought.
Something is wrong.
Dongfang Jin asked around, but An Qingran did not tell him the nightmare. One is for the dream and the other is for the past, and he couldn't explain it clearly for a while. If she talked about it, it would definitely remind her of the previous unhappiness, but she wouldn't have
Willing to recall.
Dongfang Ran was frightened and said nothing, just looking at her mother. Until she smiled on her face, he stepped forward and said weakly: "Mother, are you sick?"
An Qingran hugged him and said, "Mom is not sick, she is just a little tired, you have to be good."
Dongfang Ran nodded, fear in his eyes. He might have felt that his mother's body was made up because of his naughtyness.
So it's extremely nervous.
However, after this day passed, he seemed to have forgotten about this the next day, and he still ran and shouted happily because he really found that his mother was healthy and did not really get sick.
After An Qingran's nightmare, he was nervous for two days, but after half a month, he did not have nightmare anymore, so he did not regard this matter as a big deal.
People say that pregnancy will lead to fetal dreams, maybe this is an ordinary fetal dream.
But unexpectedly, when she opened her eyes and was not sleepy, she felt a thick fog rising all over her body. The fog that could not be melted made her feel very nervous. She saw that the decorations in front and behind her were all flooded.
In the dream, she immediately stood up and groped out. She could not touch the table in memory, and it seemed that all the objects were swallowed by the fog, and she was alone in the world.
Last time, she was not too scared because she knew it was a dream. This time, she obviously didn't sleep, and she was holding an embroidered thread in her hand. She was about to embroider another two dragons to grab the beads for the baby. The touch of this golden thread
The news made her even more panic.
Could it be that An Yanran has really become a spirit?
Isn't she a ghost?
At least she has always just respected but didn't believe it.
This time, she spoke out: "An Yanran, I know it's you, come out to see me!"
Thinking of the child in her womb, she told herself that she should not be weak and must be strong. She cannot die. So what if she comes to take her life.
She held the thread in her hand tightly, as if it was her life-saving straw and her last weapon.
She stepped deep and shallow, and she stepped forward without any obstacles. This time, she was calmer than the last time. She took a few steps and saw that she seemed to have reached another space.
, which is fundamentally different from reality, so I no longer move forward.
Standing there quietly and vigilantly.
This time, unlike last time, she didn't hear any real world sounds.
It seems that he was really locked in a secret room.
Is a world that can never be out of?
She was a little panicked.
If Dongfang Jin finds that he is lost, he will definitely try his best to find himself. Will he find himself?
His original understanding ability cannot explain the current situation at all. Can he think of this?
An Qingran regretted this. If he had told him about his nightmare at that time, he might have thought about it.
Suddenly, a burst of laughter sounded. To be honest, the laughter was quite lovely, crisp and pleasant. If she heard it in the valley, she would definitely sigh, saying how wonderful the sound was, and in this thick fog,
The sound is like a death talisman, but it is so cold that it makes people feel bone-chilled.