Dreams, come at night, and leave Ming. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dream after dream, after all, it is just an illusion. When you open your eyes, you will shatter, like a meteor falling into the sky. They may even forget what it looks like when they wake up, or remember some fragmented fragments.

Whether a dream is a journey of consciousness or a real reproduction does not seem to have much meaning in real life.

So if you can't spell it evenly, forget it.

Gillian has hardly dreamed since she was a child, and those short-lived ethereal gorgeous and brilliant dreams seem to have no fate for her. The few dreams she has ever had always made her wake up with infinite desolation and loneliness in her heart.

Gillian lay down on the rosewood couch and looked up at the cloud-embroidered bed curtain that hung down like a light mist. With a long sigh, he turned slightly to look at the red sandalwood side seat in front of the couch and the jade flower throne screen

She's been here, and she's here Nagato.

She should have been on her way to Maoling. So, is it a dream again?

Gillian couldn't help but smile bitterly, her dream really had an indescribable weird feeling. Although it is disorderly, it is obvious that it is the original Empress Chen, but why should she be asked to come and see it again?

She strained slightly, trying to sit up. But I found that I didn't have any strength in my body, and I couldn't help but itch and cough violently in my throat.

Gillian almost felt like her heart was about to cough out, and the pain of being torn in her chest spread endlessly, and tears rolled down uncontrollably.

Haitang hurriedly ran in, and when she saw that she was coughing so breathlessly, she hurriedly helped her sit up and gently patted her on the back. He poured a glass of warm boiled water on the gilded copper stove and handed it to Gillian's mouth.

It's easy to wait for a little bit of air, Gillian gently sipped a sip of water. Before she could swallow it, another cough swept over her, making her choke on tears.

Begonia hurriedly put down the water and hurriedly gave her a gentle breath.

And Gillian leaned on the couch, covering her burning chest and abdomen. I actually thought teasing in this pain, the bellows, this body is really like a bellows that is exposed everywhere.

With a "poof", a mouthful of black blood bloomed on the brocade quilt like a black rose. The sweetness spread in her throat, but Gillian felt much more comfortable.

Haitang hugged her tightly in distress and murmured: "Niangniang, Niangniang......"

Seeing that Begonia was distressed but not shocked, Gillian knew that this was a common thing. Gillian grinned lightly, wanting to comfort Begonia, who has always been by her side like a sister since she was a child.

But I helplessly found that this body was too weak, and the weak didn't even have the strength to speak.

I'm so tired, just for a while. She had almost exhausted what little spirit she had left, and sleepiness came over her like a tidal wave. Seeing this, Haitang gently helped her to lie down and covered her with the quilt.

Gillian seemed to see Begonia tear-stained in her haze, haggard and sad. She had the heart to smile softly at Begonia, but the moment she was next to the pillow, she immediately fell into darkness.

In the darkness where she couldn't see her fingers, Gillian almost couldn't feel her presence. Time seems to stand still, and it seems to be flowing slowly like a river.

She stood in the darkness, the wind whistling in her ears.

She gently caught the wind, almost feeling like she had turned into a wisp of wind when chaos first opened.

People say that man is the spirit of all things, but how can he know the joy of being the wind?

It's better to burn up the sand at your fingertips, and give up love and hatred.

Little by little, consciousness dissolves a little, and it turns into nothingness.

Suddenly, a bright white light shone on this void, and Gillian subconsciously used her hand to block the blazing light. But in horror, he saw clearly between his fingers that he was actually in the endless tumbling ink river.

And she was already submerged under her shoulders, dissolving little by little, without the slightest pain.

She smiled brightly and slowly closed her eyes, just about to let herself sink in. But in an instant, he couldn't help but open his eyes, and the red and swollen eyes of the begonia who was kneeling on the edge of the couch were crying.

When Haitang saw Gillian wake up, she cried with joy: "Niangniang, Niangniang, you are scared to death." ”

It turned out to be a dream, a dream within a dream.

Gillian was relieved, the last time she came to Nagato, she was also dreaming like this. In a moment of interlocking, she could barely tell which was the reality.

Her eyes looked through Begonia and looked at the palace people kneeling behind Begonia. His face was tight, and his face showed infinite fear.

Gillian was a little confused, the last time she dreamed back to Nagato. Empress Chen's side was deserted, and the only ones who were accompanied by Haitang and Xiao Dongzi were around, and the rest of the servants were not able to come to their side.

Haitang got up without drying tears, and turned around to glance at everyone kneeling on the ground. Then they understood, and silently withdrew, and scattered as birds and beasts.

Begonia sobbed slightly with her back to her, but soon she suppressed her sadness. Turning around and squatting down, he gently tucked her quilt. She said softly: "Niangniang, you take a rest first, and Begonia will go and get the prescription prescribed by the doctor." ”

Physician, that is, the Han Dynasty's name for the good doctor of the court.

Gillian blinked slightly, and Begonia got up and left.

When the Empress Dowager was there, she once said open-mindedly that after the eyes could not see, other touches became unusually sensitive. Gillian thought that practice makes perfect, but after a long time, she got used to it.

But it turns out that there is really such a thing.

It's as if she is sick now, and she doesn't even have the strength to speak. In the side hall, Begonia and the doctor lowered their voices, but they clearly reached her ears.

"The mother has run out of oil and the lamp is dry, and at most she won't be able to survive tonight."

In the long silence, Gillian could almost hear the sound of begonia's teeth shivering.

Haitang finally spoke, "Doctor Liang, is there really no way?" Her voice was filled with despair and hope.

The doctor didn't answer her, but Gillian knew the answer in the painful cry that followed by Begonia.

The doctor shook his head at Begonia and Gillian.

She is hopeless.

But when Empress Chen vomited blood and broke the jade pendant, all this was doomed, wasn't it? For her, this is liberation and happiness.

If you are born in the underworld, you will end up, and if you die, you will return to the underworld.

Begonia hesitated outside the hall for a long time before turning in gloomily. She didn't dare to look at Gillian's eyes, and kept her head down and was busy in the hall.

Since Begonia didn't want to say it, Gillian naturally wouldn't ask her the truth. She just kept looking at Begonia with warm eyes, and carved her eyebrows into her mind.

After a while, a palace man knelt down at the edge of the hall and gently called Begonia. Haitang turned around and glanced at Gillian and saw Gillian bowing slightly to her before going out.

Haitang came in soon, she twisted the corner of her clothes and hesitated for a long time, and finally looked at Gillian carefully and asked, "Niangniang, Your Majesty has come to Zhaoyang Palace." ”

Zhaoyang Palace?

Isn't this Nagato?

Seeing Gillian frowning slightly, Haitang said cautiously: "Niangniang, His Royal Highness the King of Changyi is also here." ”

King of Changyi? Liu Ji?

Isn't this the fifth son of Emperor Wu of Han? What does it have to do with her?

Gillian was puzzled and wanted to ask Begonia. Helplessly, his throat was astringent, and he moved, and he couldn't even hear himself clearly.

Haitang took a deep breath, bit her lip and stood up, and said lightly: "Niangniang, if you are tired, just rest, and it will be the same if you call His Highness to see you tomorrow." ”

Gillian finally struggled with a little strength, and she gently shook her head at Begonia.

Begonia let out a sigh, nodded with a tearful smile, and retreated.

Outside of life and death, there is no big deal.

And now that even life and death can be put down, who can't see it?

Gillian lay quietly on the couch, listening to the sound of chaotic footsteps from far to near.

Since she was a child, she has been able to distinguish between the priority of footsteps, and who is coming. Liu Che's footsteps have always been so calm and full of confidence, it seems that he is indeed here.

What will Liu Che look like here? She thought expectantly.

And beyond that, there seems to be a child's footsteps.

Gillian didn't feel strange at all, but after hearing the child's footsteps, her heart was warm.

Such a spontaneous sense of intimacy made her whole heart gentle and sweet. What does this child have to do with Empress Chen?

Gillian's question was answered at the moment when the child ran in and saluted in a proper manner, and he affectionately called her "Mother Princess." ”

Yes? Mother? Shouldn't it be the queen mother?

No, no, no, Empress Chen has now been deposed.

No, no, no, after being abolished, she is no longer Liu Che's concubine.

No, no, no, the most important thing is how can a child call her a concubine?

Gillian's heart was like a mess, and in a messy thought, she couldn't help but be warm and slightly surprised when she looked at the child's eyes when she raised her head.

Liu Ji is just a year old, and his little face is full of childishness. On a pair of peach blossom eyes that look like Gillian, they are densely curled and slightly cocked like a feather fan.

He is almost a copy of her, which is what surprises Gillian the most.

No wonder, Liu Ji called her mother.

He is the son of Empress Chen.

Gillian was so watery that she almost cried.

In the midst of sweet sorrow, she heard her own low voice. So tired, so gentle. "Son, go out and ask Begonia to bring you snacks to eat. The concubine has something to say to your father. After just a few words, she almost couldn't breathe. But in front of the child, she refused to show her weakness, and gritted her teeth and persevered.

Liu Ji looked at her reluctantly, and saw that her eyes were firm. He stepped forward on his knees, held her cold hand, and said sweetly, "Mother, will you call Ji'er in later?" She has a lot to say to her mother. ”

The child's voice was full of pleading, and Gillian's heart sank, and tears almost burst out of her eyes. But in front of the child, she just smiled lightly and nodded.

Liu Ji got up obediently and walked out of the palace door step by step.

Gillian then took the time to look at Liu Che, who had been standing by the window for a long time, he was still like that. Heroic and arrogant, arrogant and cold, like the appearance of an emperor.

Compared with Liu Che, who always smiled warmly at her when Gillian met, this cold person was more like Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.

Gillian looked at his lonely back and thought teasingly.

He turned around suddenly, and Gillian didn't have time to dodge, just in time to meet his eyes.

He cried, his reddish eyes evidently crying.

It seems that he knows the fact that Empress Chen has run out of oil and will die soon.

It seems that he is also sad, even if he deposes her in the name of witch Gu in the Nagato Palace.

It's just that when she was young, the days full of sunshine and smiles that she walked by, no one could give her except Empress Chen. (To be continued.) )