Chapter Seventy-Five: The Illusion is too illusory, and it is like a dream

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"Lan De, Lan De, wake up, the emperor promised to let you go back to the palace! Did you hear that? ”

The old grandmother Donggu shook Lan De awake while shouting, and Urevar Lande, who had been asleep for three years, seemed to hear someone calling her softly, she wanted to try to wake herself up, but she felt too tired, so she wanted to sleep like this, but it backfired, Donggu kept shaking her, so that she had to open her eyes.

A dazzling bright light made her eyes hurt, because she has not seen the sun for many years, her eyes have not yet adapted to the sudden light, she opened and closed for several rounds before slowly adapting to it, after waking up, she found that the surrounding area was no longer a white wall, but a vermilion wall, a colored glass window, and it was not Simmons lying under her, but a yellow rosewood bed.

Sitting under the curtain next to the bed is an old palace maid who has gone through two dynasties, she is calling Lan De earnestly, this is her daily homework, because she believes that one day Lan de will hear her call and wake up again, Huang Tian lives up to her wishes, she insists on shouting for three years, and finally one day in her lifetime, she can see this little palace maid see the light of day again.

Lan De looked at the old palace maid in front of him with amazement, everything was so strange, she was obviously still in Song Weinian's house one second ago, why did she wake up in the palace this second, everything she had experienced before seemed to be just a fleeting dream, but the memories were so real.

"This aunt, I don't know what to call you, can you tell me, what age is it? Who am I? ”

Donggu was shocked by Lan De's question, she didn't expect that a lovesickness not only made her sleep for three years, but also made her lose her memory and become unrecognized, and she couldn't help but feel sour in her heart, and she felt even more pity for the little girl in front of her.

"Silly girl, I'm Donggu Mama, it's the fifth day of the fifth month of the ninth year of Shunzhi, you were originally the palace maid of the Qianqing Palace, do you really not remember what happened three years ago?" Tunku asked tentatively.

Lan De shook her head indifferently, she really had a blank memory for this time, and was looking at the kind old woman in front of her with expectant eyes, hoping to get the answer she wanted from Donggu's mouth.

"Tunku, I really don't remember anything now, can you tell me everything about me before? What the hell is going on? Why am I here? ”

"You were the palace maid of the Qianqing Palace, three years ago you insisted on going to Goryeo with the Beitang guards, Long Yan was furious, and then you were demoted to the filial piety tomb to guard the mausoleum, a depreciation is three years, after leaving the Forbidden City, you and Beitang Lord were also forced to separate, since then you can't afford to be sick, the doctor said that you have lovesickness, heart disease also needs heart medicine, the doctor can not do anything, just last month, the emperor suddenly asked about your situation, knowing that you have been sick for three years, I can't bear it, so I issued a decree of amnesty, exempted you from punishment, to recall you back to the palace, I have been calling you every day since the day I received the will, but I didn't expect you to finally hear it today, just wake up. ”

What the? And this past?

"Lord Beitang, who is he?" Lan asked puzzled.

"It is Beitang Heyi, the imperial guard who came with the Goryeo courtiers when they came to Beijing to congratulate, and was left by the emperor to serve in front of the Qianqing Palace because of his outstanding military exploits."