Chapter 29 Had a nightmare, commonly known as the ghost press.
"I will go out of the palace on vacation after March, which will be around the third day of the twelfth lunar month. If you can put aside everything and play with me that day, I will believe in your feelings for me."
Luo Chang'an knew clearly that the third day of the twelfth lunar month was Song Panyan's birthday. Thinking about it carefully, Murong Jue's betrayal of him started when he went to celebrate Song Panyan's birthday without telling her. By coincidence, it was the first day of the twelfth lunar month.
The third day is also the engagement day between Murong Jue and her, Luo Changan, or Bai Xia, in other words.
Murong Jue pondered for a moment, that day happened to be Panyan's birthday, and he was now making great preparations, inviting countless palace gentry and dignitaries. It was hard for him to be absent from his wife's birthday. However, his exploration and curiosity about Luo Changan also made him
Fascinated.
Murong Jue smiled helplessly. It seemed that the women he met were all related to the third day of the twelfth lunar month. There was no way around this day.
Luo Changan's eyes were very similar to Bai Xia's, but they were darker and full of intense emotion.
In fact, he loved Bai Xia. It was a pity that he met Bai Xia at the wrong time, or Bai Xia should not have been born in the Bai family.
"The third day of the twelfth lunar month is Song Panyan's birthday..."
"Teaching her to stay alone in the empty room while we go out to have fun without telling her is not a game. Your Majesty is so majestic. Chang'an regards you as the sky above its head and expects you to support Chang'an and make decisions. Is it possible that you are henpecked?"
Murong Jue's heart moved. Hearing that Luo Changan regarded him as the sky above his head, a man's self-respect and vanity were satisfied. Ever since he entered the prime minister's house, he had never really had the right to speak as a man. Song Panyan's
The arrogance overwhelmed him, but Luo Changan looked up at him, making him feel protective, "Let me think about it for a moment."
"If you think that I am the kind of woman who comes to kill some boring time when it is convenient for you, you have made a wrong calculation." Luo Changan broke away from Murong Jue, and then yanked the jade pendant from his collar with a sharp swipe.
, throwing it on the ground casually, "Either return this jade pendant to me on the third day of the twelfth lunar month. Or, from now on, we will sever all ties and never come to me again. If you want to play, let's play it real."
After saying this, Luo Changan walked towards the courtyard.
Murong Jue picked up the jade pendant. Luo Changan's warm body temperature was still on the jade pendant. His body tensed up involuntarily. He had never encountered such a woman who was as difficult to train as a wild horse. This aroused him.
Because of his unwillingness and the conquering nature of men, the moment Luo Changan returned to the courtyard, he said softly: "Okay, that morning I will arrange a carriage to go to the Second Palace Road west of the palace gate to meet you."
Luo Changan's eyes were covered with coldness, and she did not look back. When she came indoors, she felt a sick feeling in her heart. She lay on the spittoon and vomited for a long time. The ambiguous relationship with Murong Jue made her sick and her stomach turned.
, I wish I could vomit out my internal organs.
After vomiting for a long time, her face turned as pale as paper.
After a while to adjust her broken mentality, she forced herself to calm down, sat back on the chair and continued to copy the palace rules.
Tears fell on the parchment like broken beads, and the writing was smudged, like plum blossoms with splashed ink, "Dad, mother, younger brother, I miss you... I miss you so much."
That night, Luo Changan climbed up on the dragon bed to warm her bed after sunset. Although there was a down quilt, it was still extremely cold. She suddenly realized that it was not the down quilt that had given her warmth all along, but the embrace of her body.
She was sleeping with Di Qianao.
However, in her humble state, she hoped for the emperor's warmth. This was too much to think about. If the emperor knew that she had unreasonable thoughts about being a heater, she would probably be humiliated. She quickly suppressed this idea in the deepest part of her heart.
go.
In the second half of the night, Luo Changan felt hot all over and huddled up. Between half asleep and half awake, something seemed to be pressing on her heart. Her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them. It seemed that the whole bed was surrounded by evil ghosts.
He held her hands covered in blood and pulled her down.
"No...well..." Luo Changan shrank and hugged the arms of the person next to him, "Don't leave me, don't leave me alone, I'm so scared."
Di Qian'ao had been here for a while, and he reached out to touch her forehead. It was hot where he touched it. Seeing that she was still talking in her sleep, he called Cang Miao for consultation. He sat next to Luo Changan, but Luo Changan suddenly hugged her.
He stretched out his arm, his heart tightened suddenly, and he gently patted Luo Changan's shoulder, "Luo Changan, I won't leave, I will be right here."
Cang Miao smiled quite meaningfully. The emperor was getting better now, and he could pat her gently. In the impression, the emperor could shatter a rockery with one palm. Now this change is really not easy.
"What's wrong with her?" Di Qianao asked.
After checking her pulse, Cang Miao said: "Heart disease caused a high fever. I prescribed medicine and the fever will be gone tomorrow after taking it."
"Can it be eradicated?"
"If we can't get rid of it, her mental illness will stay with her for the rest of her life. It will be difficult to get over it. Now she is desperate but not dead. She just hangs on with one breath."
"Why can't she seem to wake up?" Di Qianao looked at Luo Changan's eyelashes and tried hard to open them, but couldn't.
"I have a nightmare. It is commonly known as ghosts on the bed. I am afraid that she is haunted by hundreds of ghosts and cannot escape. Di Qian'ao, pick her up and put her in the dragon's bed. Be careful of getting into trouble." Cang Miao explained while writing the prescription,
"Her purpose is to turn your court upside down. I advise you not to play with fire. Arrange her to go to the side hall as soon as possible and be your woman honestly. You need to maintain stability, but she wants to destroy it. The lineage of the prime minister is not
She can move."
"Go down and make some medicine. I know it well. She can't escape my grasp."
Cang Miao raised her eyebrows. I have to go find Hai Yin to make a bet. If the emperor falls into the hands of this woman, I will win. The bet is five thousand taels of silver. It’s a good deal!
After Cang Miao went out.
Di Qianao rubbed Luo Changan's cheek with his fingertips, and slowly tore off the human skin mask on her face. Her baby-like skin under the mask was red, and his thick fingertips seemed to be able to scrape her skin.
hurt.
Luo Changan huddled towards a place that made her feel at ease. It wasn't until she settled beside Di Qian'ao that she slowly calmed down. She murmured: "Di Qian'ao, I hate you..."
Di Qianao was startled. Was he also one of her nightmares? His hand suddenly popped open and he covered her with the mask. He planned to sit on a chair far away and look at her. However, just as he moved, he found that the sleeves of his clothes were
Being held tightly in her hand, he sat down again.
It's puzzling why some women hate me.
He casually took the palace rules she had copied and looked at them. Her handwriting was very graceful, and it was obvious that she had copied every word with great care. Some of the words were stained by tears, and a picture of her crying and copying appeared in front of his eyes, feeling aggrieved.
, unwilling, stubborn, strong.
He has never studied women in depth, but now that he was studying them for the first time, he met such a person with such strong emotions that he couldn't let go of every frame.
If the golden house hides the beauty, will she be willing to do it? Compared with her purpose, she is nothing.