A wave of tiredness hit, Nangong Yan turned around and walked towards the bed, thinking that after drinking a few glasses of wine at night, he was a little drunk and fell asleep on the bed.

The candlelight gradually dimmed, and the scene of the whole room seemed to have changed, becoming a firewood room with air leaking everywhere, Nangong Yan was awakened by the cold, rubbed his arms and sat up, rubbing his scarlet eyes, and was slightly surprised to see the scene in front of him.

I saw a person lying on the ground of this firewood room, judging from the clothes of a woman, the figure and posture were very familiar, and suddenly he was completely awake, and he wanted to get close but couldn't get close, as if blocked by an invisible wall.

The woman's body trembled continuously, her faint breath was almost inaudible, and she raised her head slightly sideways in her final struggle, revealing a bloody face from her scattered hair, Nangong Yan took two steps back.

Although this woman's clothes were extremely damaged, she was very similar to Mu Xue in terms of style and details, Nangong Yan held her breath and took a step forward and just wanted to speak, and the broken wooden door in front of her was pushed open.

An extremely delicate dress was revealed in the dim candlelight, and Nangong Yan was stunned when he saw this person's face, although his facial features and clothes were exactly the same as Mu Xue's, but it gave him the feeling that this person was not his fiancée Qin Muxue.

The woman's sharp and cold voice sounded, "Are you dead?"

"Back to the master, the person has just lost his breath. ”

The woman waved her hand and retreated, crouching down to look at the corpse lying on the ground in front of her, with a strange smile on her face.

"It feels very different when applied to the face and eyes covered with wounds! Hey, I regret that I didn't witness it with my own eyes, I heard that it will burn, sting, and itch after being applied, and it will be difficult for you to persist until now, and you want to wait for Brother Yan to save you, right?

What's the matter, now you are the missing Ling'er, I am sending people to look for you, even if you stand in front of him, he will not know you.

You and I look the same, have the same knowledge, and look like one person with a smile and a smile, why are you the master and I are slaves and servants and have nothing?

And Brother Yan, I have already expressed my heart to him, who knew that he was dead set on you, and said that he would give you a couple for the rest of your life, since this is the case, I only have to take away your identity, doesn't he just like your identity?

Very good, as long as I get this identity, so that I can get along with Brother Yan day and night, love for a lifetime, and the love and maintenance of your father and brother, it is really a pity to let you die like this, and it is a pity not to see my wedding!"

The woman got up and laughed loudly, and slowly left the firewood room that was leaking everywhere, the lights became dimer and dimer, Nangong Yan seemed to have been choked by the neck, unable to speak or move, only staring at the people on the ground with her eyes.

It was as if a faint figure rose from the body of the woman on the ground, and the long hair in white clothes was flying without any decoration, and the face was already scarred, but even so, he recognized who this person was at a glance.

Tears poured out of her eyes, Nangong Yan knew that this woman was Mu Xue, his childhood sweetheart Mu Xue, the restraints on her body were suddenly removed, Nangong Yan stretched out her fingers and waved them in the air but couldn't touch Mu Xue's clothes, only her fingers passed through her body.

The woman smiled dismally at Nangong Yan, "Yan Lang cherishes, take care of yourself, my father and brother will also entrust you, as for her, hey, whatever you want." ”

Immediately, the figure, which was already extremely dim, turned into a ray of light like fireworks and dissipated in front of him, no matter how he shouted, his own voice echoed in the room, and gradually Nangong Yan lost consciousness.

Zi Yao sat on the ground with a plop, constantly wiping the sweat on her cheeks, her cultivation was still too low, and an illusion technique made her so difficult that she almost couldn't hold on to the end.

With a wave of her hand, Nangong Yan was sent to the bed, she rummaged through the room, and finally found Qin Muxue's letterhead this time, sure enough, there was the real Qin Muxue's handwriting in these, and there was also the handwriting that Ling'er deliberately imitated.

Zi Yao floated away from Nangong Mansion, as for Nangong Yan's father, Zi Yao didn't have time to pay attention to it, it seemed that he seemed to know a lot of secrets, but in fact, he only learned the tip of the iceberg.

Zi Yao returned to the inn and began to devote herself to developing her own scar removal elixir, which was really unpleasant with such a face.

*****

Early the next morning, the East Garden of Nangong Mansion.

Nangong Yan woke up from his dream, and sat up suddenly, although it was winter, he was in a cold sweat, recalling the real scene in the dream made him feel anxious for a while.

As the Shaoqing of Dali Temple is in charge of the criminal prison sentence of the Northern Wei Kingdom, there are all suspense and horror cases he has been exposed to, but last night's immersive dream still shocked him into a cold sweat.

Is it really as the old generation said?

If you really put Qin Muxue and Ling'er in the same dress and stand side by side, it is still possible to distinguish them, and if Ling'er deliberately imitates Qin Muxue to appear in front of her eyes, it is really difficult to distinguish.

As soon as he turned over and got out of bed, two pieces of rice paper fell to the ground with his movements, Nangong Yan picked it up and took a look, one was his birthday this year, and the two of them wrote a poem to Qin Muxue at the banquet, and the words were full of true feelings.

The other is the letterhead he received on the way to disaster relief, the content is nothing more than his thoughts about himself, Nangong Yan moved his heart and put the two handwritten letters side by side on the bookcase.

The difference in fluency is obvious, the pen movement of the poem is more fluent and free, and the handwriting on the letterhead, although not too different from the poem, is too restrained, less free and easy, and more boudoir atmosphere.

Such a discovery made Nangong Yan's palms sweat even more, could it be that his Mu Xue really encountered an accident?

Is this Mu Xue in the Eight Kings' Mansion really as Ling'er pretended to be as the dream said?

All the doubts are surging towards Nangong Yan like a tide, no matter what, I want to see Mu Xue, even if this Mu Xue has been stolen.

Thinking of this, Nangong Yan changed into a crimson official uniform, walked out of the inner room quickly, and summoned people to prepare to go to the Eight Princes' Mansion.

While walking towards the door, he sorted out his official uniform, and before he left the courtyard, he ran into his mother and walked in.

Seeing Nangong Yan's appearance, Mrs. Nangong still didn't understand anything, so she quickly stopped the person, returned to the room and dismissed the people, and Mrs. Nangong took out a letter from her sleeve and handed it to Nangong Yan.

Nangong Yan took the letterhead and looked at it puzzled, her brows condensed deeply, and Mrs. Nangong looked at her son who looked like this a little puzzled.

"Yan'er has something on your mind?"

Nangong Yan bowed and clenched his fists, "Mother Lao is worried, the child is just a little puzzled, why Mu Xue is sick but can't be visited? When did our Nangong family become so inseparable from the Eight Princes' Mansion?"

Nangong Yan didn't say much else, after all, this letterhead was sent through the inner house to persuade him, and he tried his best to pick and choose the words that his mother liked the least to hear.