In the Qingming courtyard, the master was not there, the minions were rare and leisurely, and a few little eunuchs drank some wine, lying crookedly on the kang and talking nonsense. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Mama's room has already blown out the lamp, and she must have fallen asleep quietly. Xiao Bai in the golden cage originally closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but suddenly his ears moved and he stood up vigilantly. Raise your head and let out a long roar.

A dark shadow flashed into the princess's house.

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On the side of Nuanxiangwu, the lantern festival has just ended. The men and women walked together or alone, and went to Jingyang Palace to greet the queen. Light songs are no exception.

The queen also dressed like the old moon, sitting on a high throne, smiling on her lips, and accepting the worship of the visitors.

Qingge saluted respectfully and retreated.

"Qingge, you matchmaker is a good matchmaker. If one day it leads to the biggest happy event in Qingqiu, this palace must be rewarded. "It seems that the queen has heard all the positive news, and her attitude is not bad.

Qingge meekly replied yes. Slander in my heart, really borrowing a donkey on the slope, hinting that she should match the prince and Cui Fu? She did all this just to protect herself, to cover her edge, who would be willing to care about their.

The reputation of the light song god still spread in the palace. On the way back, Miao Ling said shyly: "Princess, when can you help me take a look." ”

"Little girl Sichun?"

Miao Ling's face was crimson, "Princess, don't talk nonsense, I'm just curious about where the princess learned this skill." You only let me find out Rong Ning's name and background, and asked me to send a message to the groom. But what she thinks in her heart, how can you calculate it accurately. ”

Qingge pursed her mouth lightly and said with a smile: "This is my housekeeping ability, I can't tell you." ”

In fact, what kind of fortune-telling and appearance, it is simply a light song is nonsense, but it is the mind reading technique taught by Mengbai a few days ago, and the true character of this person can be deduced through a person's words and deeds, dress, and behavioral habits. It doesn't go along with fortune telling.

This skill requires reading countless people and accumulating long-term experience. Qingge hadn't seen many people, and had only observed Li Concubine as a practice when he was studying with Mengbai. So she took a trick, hid in the grass and secretly observed, and picked this Rong Ning, who was somewhat similar to the details of her concubine's behavior, and boldly guessed that although she looked weak on the outside, she was not an ordinary docile woman, and touched her fingers when she took her hand, which was not as soft as ordinary women, and the middle knuckle of the index finger of her right hand was large, and there was a thin soft callus on one side.

This is no stranger to Qingge, she has experienced exam-oriented education in her previous life, and her fingers also have the same characteristics, which is caused by holding a pen for a long time. It's just that the pen you hold is different, and the position of the callus is different.

She vaguely said these commonalities, which really made Rong Ning believe that she could look at it. In fact, these words are also applicable to many other people. It's just that in this kind of fortune-telling process with psychological implications, people will naturally take on the role of it, automatically find a point of convergence, and as long as it is not contradictory, it will be recognized.

When she sent Miaoling to inquire about the news, she had already observed Rong Ning looking at the three blurred figures on the other side of the pool with a melancholy expression. It must have something to do with one of them, but I don't know why it's not as expected.

The light song attracted the attention of many people on the Luan Xiang Pavilion with great fanfare, and set up another game, just to force him to show up. If he does appear, it will be a happy ending. If he hides behind people and doesn't want to show up, it just lets Rong Ning see clearly whether this person is worthy of her love.

Fortunately, the ending was a happy one.

Although this lantern festival did not achieve the expected goal, it also caused a commotion, and Qingge felt quite irritable. But the thought of contributing to such a beautiful event made me happy again.

It was close to noon when he returned to Qingming Temple, and Qingge was already exhausted, so he didn't notice anything wrong, so he washed and fell asleep casually.

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At night, the bright moon quietly pressed on the branches of the sycamore, the cool breeze blew, and the shadows were sufficient, casting a mysterious shadow on the white window lattice. The warm incense in the house overflowed, quietly wafting out from the beast's head incense house.

Qingge didn't like burning incense, but recently, one incident after another has emerged, which made her a little uneasy. Often insomnia at night, Shutong proposed to burn some benzoin to help sleep.

Qingge came back from the Lantern Festival so tired that he couldn't even open his eyelids, he thought he could sleep well, but he couldn't sleep for long, and suddenly woke up, unusually awake, and his heart was still beating suddenly.

Glancing at the outhouse through the curtain, on the spring bench, Miao Ling was sleeping slowly breathing.

Qingge sighed softly and rolled over, ready to fall asleep slowly.

Suddenly, a woman's sigh floated from the end of the bed, almost the same tone as hers, but it seemed to be in the air, ethereal and ethereal. Qingge thought it was his own hallucination, but his ears unconsciously caught more sounds.

Miao Ling's gentle breathing was still faintly heard. But it was a distinct cry. Qingge's spine was a little stiff and cold with her back to the outside of the bed.

She tried to force herself not to think about it. Close your eyes and fall asleep.

Not long after, the sound of clothes rubbing against each other sounded behind me. The sound was more real, not like it was in mid-air, but actually beside her bed.

Qingge pricked up her ears to listen to the unfamiliar footsteps. It's not Shutong, it's not Miaoling, it's not Mengbai. Such a voice did not belong to anyone in her memory. She was scared for no reason.

She tried to shout at the Spirit, but found that she couldn't move. The body seems to be bound by invisible ropes, and the mouth is sealed. Can't make a sound at all.

It's called a nightmare, thought of the light song. The legendary ghost press bed is actually a normal physiological phenomenon, the consciousness is already awake, but the body is still asleep, half-asleep, half-asleep, the human body will automatically turn on the protection mode, so that they will not be reacted by the hallucination, and hurt themselves.

In his previous life, Qingge had already seen scientific explanations on TV, and he was an outright atheist. So despite the fear in her heart, she accepted the status quo very calmly. It is said that dreams are a mirror in the depths of the heart. She was dragged into this real, somewhat strange dream by her own subconscious, and she was a little excited and curious, wanting to see what kind of dream she could create in her heart.

She is constantly self-talking. Everything is your own imagination, no matter what you see, don't panic, it's all an illusion and it doesn't exist.

In this state that is both dream-like and reality-like, her body and mind are unusually clear and sensitive. She felt her stiff, curled body with her back to the door, flipped over by the force of one hand, slowly leveled out, and turned into a flat lying position. The touch on her body was so real—cold, slender, yet resolute palms gripping her arms. She could feel the muscles in her arm being deformed by the hand's pinching.