After last night's ghost press, and it was nightfall, Qingge's spirit was extremely excited and extremely tired. www.biquge.info The moonlight of this night was surprisingly transparent, casting a square glow on the window. It's late autumn, but there are still wild insects chirping weakly outside the window.

Qingge and Miao Ling had already been freshened up, one lying in the main room, and the other lying on the spring bench separated by a layer of white gauze tent. Through the tent, he spoke.

"Doors and windows, have they all been checked?"

"Don't worry, princess, the slaves and maids have checked it and tied it up."

"The incense burner, can it be locked?"

"The incense burner is locked in the storehouse, and no one can move it, and the key is only the one in your hand, and no one can open it except you."

Since Mengbai said that the incense was not poisonous, the poisonous thing may be something else. For example, incense burners.

After all, this incense burner is too large to move to Mengbai's place, and today is too anxious, Qingge can only order them to carry the incense burner into the warehouse. Lock it before you plan.

"Rest assured, princess. Without that fragrance, there will be no more nightmares. When there is something to do, call the slave and the maid with a loud voice. Miao Ling said softly, almost falling asleep.

It's a little strange to say that. Miao Ling always seems to sleep deeply at critical moments.

"You haven't had any nightmares?"

Miao Ling was silent in the darkness for a moment, and replied a little embarrassedly: "The slave and maid slept so dead that she didn't even dream."

Either she's lying, or it's not that there is a hallucinogenic poison on the incense or incense burner. Instead, the poison was directly used on her body.

Qingge suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted, and he couldn't even trust the people around him who got along day and night.

"You eat and live with Shutong, have you seen anything unusual about her, and who have you seen?"

"Sister Shutong is the busiest in this yard. Sometimes it can be busy until night. He also did his best to treat the princess. Sister Shutong once told the slave maid that the princess was the best master she had ever met. Miao Ling really couldn't imagine why she would do such a thing. Miao Ling said a little lonely.

For a moment, both of them were a little depressed.

Qingge let out a long sigh. Said "sleep". It was completely quiet.

There is no aroma, just the dry air with the smell of withered grass that is characteristic of autumn nights. Qingge slipped into a dark sleep in a natural and tranquil atmosphere.

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As if passing through a deep tunnel that is constantly rotating and extending, Qingge subconsciously wakes up by touching his chest that is beating very fast.

There was still a heavy darkness in front of her, and it was only faintly visible that she could faintly see the bed frame carved with intricate flowers, and her soul slowly returned to its place, realizing who she was and where she was lying.

Out of the corner of his eye, he unintentionally caught a glimpse of something, and Qingge's heart seemed to be grabbed suddenly.

The next moment, she was already looking in the direction of the dresser.

The man, with his long hair and shawl, sat in front of her beloved rosewood throne mirror, dressed in the light green dress, and was holding her silver comb, combing her hair gently against the silver mirror. A pair of empty eyes looked at her with a smile from the mirror.

The two of them looked at each other from the mirror, and the blood in Qingge's body seemed to coagulate. How can it be. Obviously there is no incense, and obviously Shutong is locked up in the firewood room.

Seeing her wake up, "Qingge" turned around and turned his head to look at her. There seemed to be a fear in his eyes that he was trying to suppress. The expression was as indifferent as a mask, and it was indescribably weird.

Qingge sat up slowly, staring at the other "Qingge" in silence.

"You ......" she frowned, her voice hoarse from nervousness.

"Qingge", who was standing in front of her bed, also frowned, and asked the same question as her.

The two looked at each other with the same expressions of surprise and fear.

This scene is like looking in a mirror, but Qingge clearly knows that this is not looking in a mirror at all. Although their faces were identical, the facial muscles of the person opposite them were unusually stiff. It's eerie in this weird situation.

Qingge trembled and raised a hand and slowly stroked the face of "Qingge". And the other "light song" also raised a hand, doing the same movement, and slowly stroked her face.

The moment it touched the skin, the light singer shook. It's cold, as if it has been refrigerated in a snow cellar, and the cold is overwhelming. The face of the other "light song" is cold, and the hand that caresses her face is also cold. Like a cold snake, rubbing repeatedly on her cheeks.

"Who are you?" Qingge asked. But the two spoke in unison.

Another "light song" also observed her inquiringly and defensively. His eyes were full of confusion and doubt.

She was suddenly horrified, could it be that the real owner of this body had returned.

Qingge wanted to tell her that she was also a victim. She opened her mouth forcefully, but she couldn't make a sound.

Is this a product of her insanity, or is it reality? Did she make her, or did she already exist?

Qingge pinched her nails into her palms hard, and the pain, stiff pain made her even more frightened.

This is reality, not a dream.

She didn't stop there, she lifted her leg and ran out the door. At this moment, there is only one thought in my mind - to awaken the wonderful spirit. Miao Ling was on the spring bench twenty steps away, and Qingge could still see her gentle breathing undulating.

Helplessly, but in an instant, as soon as her feet stepped out of bed, her throat was pinched by a force. Sure enough, the man reacted. Qingge's eyes were no longer afraid and confused, and the muscles on her pale face slowly pulled upward, pulling out a stiff and gloomy smile.

She's a human, not a ghost.

Who is it? Who realized that she was not the original light song and directed such a play, why couldn't she move her whole body last time, but this time she was able to move?

The original owner has lived in the secret room for sixteen years, and no one knows that there is such a princess in the cold palace. No one will be able to tell that she is not the same person as the original light song. In addition to Mengbai, there are ...... The one who kissed her in the secret room?

The force between her throats was steadily compressed inward, as if to squeeze the air in her body clean, and Qingge breathed hard, and there was already a "hissing" sound in her throat. But just when she was about to lose her breath, the power suddenly stopped, and it was still so firmly restrained, making it difficult for her to breathe, but it didn't kill her.

Man is a sword, I am a fish. When she couldn't do anything, Qingge chose to settle down, closed her eyes, and stopped looking at the person who was exactly like her. If you really want to hurt her, you don't have to go to such a big time. The only purpose of doing so must have been to completely destroy her mind.

Qingge wasn't sure if she would see more terrifying or bloody images next. Anyway, I closed my eyes and couldn't see anything. No matter how much drama "Light Song" has, it can't be performed.

The suffocation in the throat did not abate, nor did it intensify, and it was so deadlocked.

After an unknown amount of time, there was another soft sigh, with a deep loneliness, floating in the air. The force in the throat suddenly disappeared, and there was no more sound. After a while, Qingge slowly opened his eyes, and the room was quiet, and the person had long since disappeared. Qingge moved her stiff body. A long sigh of relief.

Outside the window, an owl cooed, like the sorrow of a dead man. Qingge only felt that the sleepiness that could not be stopped was coming, and he couldn't sleep, he couldn't sleep......