Is it reality or a dream? Light Song is not so sure anymore. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info still frozen in the body, unable to move for half a minute. I tried my best, but I couldn't make the slightest sound out of my mouth.

It was a woman. A young woman of sixteen or seventeen years old, a woman who looked exactly like her. Another "light song" in front of her, wearing a light green dress she once wore, stood by the bed, looking at her expressionlessly, her eyes were stagnant.

Isn't this a classic horror movie shot?

It's a dream, it's a dream. Qingge kept convincing himself. It must be that the uneasiness caused by crossing in my subconscious has been embodied and amplified in the dream.

Qingge has been deliberately avoiding some questions.

For example, why the original owner's soul disappeared, and why her soul came here.

For example, whether the original owner gave up voluntarily or passively left.

For example, if the original owner's soul does not disappear, but has the opportunity to return, where will her soul go?

These situations were not written in the travel novels of the previous life, but they still exist in reality.

No matter how much she avoided it, these questions always haunted her. She smiled wryly. Looking at the "light song" created by his own dream in front of him.

She didn't want to hurt her, she just looked at her quietly with those empty eyes. kept turning his head, as if studying strange objects, staring at her intently from various angles.

When she had seen enough, she began to pace around the house. From the dresser, across the entire inner room, to the window. Back and forth. Qingge could even hear her soft footsteps stepping on the soft blanket.

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It was close to noon, and Qingge woke up from a deep sleep. Outside the window, the larks sang happily, and the sweet fragrance of osmanthus wafted into the window. A beautiful scene of autumn colors. Last night, she fell asleep in front of eerie footsteps and dangling ghosts. That oppressive, weird atmosphere just vanished, and Qingge let out a long sigh of relief, maybe it was really just an unusually real nightmare.

"This fragrance really works, the princess has never slept so deeply." Miao Ling whispered outside.

"It should not be used too much, it is easy to become addicted." Shu Tong said.

"Can incense still be addicted?" Miao Ling was clearly not convinced.

"Everything that is too good is addictive."

Qingge quietly listened to Shutong's secretive words. Perhaps, it's not just a nightmare.

Miao Ling lifted the white curtain, looked at it, and said, "Princess, you are awake." He quickly hooked up the curtain and walked in to serve her to change her clothes.

Qingge set his eyes on the incense burner, which had already cooled down, and asked, "Where did this incense come from?" ”

Miao Ling unbuttoned her and said, "Princess, you forgot?" It was Shutong who saw that you had not slept well recently, and asked Shang Yao to match. ”

It is also the dredging tree, the most sensible and the longest sleeve good dancer. It is precisely because Shu Tong knows how to figure out her mind too much, but it makes Qingge more defensive of her in her heart.

"This smells good." Qingge said lightly, "You go and call Shutong, I want to reward her." ”

Miao Ling is also a smart person, seeing that the princess's face is cold, it is not like she is very satisfied with this incense, but she seems to be a little angry. He replied "yes" and went out lightly.

Taking advantage of the time when Miao Ling went out, Qingge quickly opened the lid of the incense burner in the middle of the room. Picked up a silver hairpin casually, flicked it in the ashes, and sighed in frustration.

It's all burned out. Burn clean. I thought that if there was a little bit left that was not burned, maybe I could pick it out and find someone to identify it. Now there is no direct evidence.

When Shutong came in, he saw that the princess was holding a white handkerchief wrapped in incense ash, and she was holding a hairpin and picking it among the incense ashes.

When they saw her come in, they didn't look at her. After a while, he said, "Do you know why I called you?"

After a few breaths of silence, Shu Tong whispered: "It's because of the slave's incense ......"

"Ahh Qingge exclaimed: "Sure enough, there are still unburned ones, but, what is this?"

Qingge didn't ask Shutong, but was talking to himself.

"If the princess likes it, Shutong can be matched with more, and the princess doesn't need to turn over this incense ash." Shutong lowered his head and said.

"I'm afraid that this one will not be as sweet as last night." Qingge smiled on his lips, but his eyes were cold.

"What do you think I will reward you?" Said softly and slowly.

"Please, princess, be angry." Shu Tong slammed his head on the ground and made a dull sound.

"Tell me how I treat you." Qingge asked himself, compared to these feudal masters. Too good for them. They don't need to salute, as long as they don't have any work to do, they can do whatever they want. In addition, Qingge does everything himself. They are rarely used.

The emperor rewarded only a few things in Qingge, and the others were rewarded to them. I thought that treating people with sincerity would always give back. But he raised a white-eyed wolf. Qingge sneered.

"The princess treats Shutong, excellent. It is dredged that spares no blessings. Shutong had tears in his eyes, pitiful.

Qingge forcibly suppressed his anger and said softly: "But what handle has been grabbed by someone? You can live a comfortable life with me, when you are old, you want to leave, I will let you out of the palace, why bother to do this kind of lack of virtue in collusion with outsiders and pit your own master. I know that you are a kind girl in your bones, and you don't mean to harm me. If you follow me, I will not let you be wronged. ”

"......" Shutong didn't answer, but just kept crying.

"You just have to tell me who sent you here and for what purpose. You say it, everything is still business as usual, I don't think I will be held accountable. can even cooperate with you to give you some news from the "master" and continue to perform this play. If you don't say it, you won't be left here. And will your master keep thee? A way of life, a road of death. The choice is yours. ”

Qingge said these words lightly. Picked up a cup of tea that had already cooled, stroked the tea foam with the tea lid, and waited for Shutong's reply.

"Princess, please forgive your sins, the slave and maid can't say. When the princess knows, not only can she not protect herself, but she is more likely to cause trouble. Whether the princess believes it or not, the slave must say that he has no malice, and he will not harm the princess. Dredging is willing to be punished. ”

He? The master of the dredging tree? If her guess was correct, the incense must have added some kind of nerve control and hallucinogenic drug. Is there no malice to her like this?

"In that case, I don't need you anymore. If you regret it, come back to me. ”

Qingge got up and went out and called all the subordinates. put Shutong into the firewood room, and took Mama Sun to copy and inspect Shutong's things. Sure enough, I got some spices from a delicate wooden box. Qingge carried the spices in her arms and went to the Jixue Courtyard alone.