Unconsciously, Meng Guqing walked to the west side of the paddock, where there were relatively few people and it was easier to hunt.

Suddenly, a sika deer came into her sight, and she rode her horse to follow.

"Aifei, let's compete with who can hunt it." A deserted voice rang out.

Meng Guqing stopped the horse and secretly rejoiced in his heart: "Okay, there is a bet." ”

Shunzhi looked at it and smiled faintly: "What bet do you want, concubine." ”

Meng Guqing smiled brightly and was in a happy mood: "If you lose, you can help the other party wash your feet, dare?" ”

Let the emperor help wash his feet, it is estimated that there is no one before the entire Qing Dynasty, and there will be no one after him, so you can calculate me.

"It seems that Concubine Ai is full of confidence, so I will answer you." There was a dangerous glint in his eyes.

This woman, not only does not know the height of the sky, but also has the audacity, and wants to let herself help her wash her feet, he wants to teach her a good lesson.

"Drive ......" Meng Guqing rode forward on horseback, and Shunzhi was not to be outdone, and after a while, he overtook Meng Guqing.

The two of them walked farther and farther away, completely unaware that a pair of eyes were staring at them behind them.

Finally, they saw the sika deer, and the two of them drew their bows and shot arrows at the same time, and the sika deer fell to the ground with two arrows in its body.

The sound of "whoosh...", pierced the air and approached Shunji.

Meng Guqing, who was side by side with Shunzhi, was the first to find out.

"Be careful—" she pounced.

The arrow pierced through her chest and into Shunji's heart, blooming a gorgeous poppy flower on their chest.

The corners of her mouth overflowed with red blood, and her consciousness was floating and sinking, like vertigo on the clouds, did she want to die, before she lost consciousness, she saw her bracelet exuding colorful light.

……

Meng Guqing had a long, long dream.

Everything in the dream was cold, lonely, dark, sad.

In the dream, the emperor named Tang Xuanzong, a man who kept saying that he regarded her as his life, finally gave her three zhang white silk.

She saw her cold corpse, and saw the grief-stricken Tang Xuanzong who pounced on her: "Yuhuan, Yuhuan ......"

She looked at the man in front of her with hatred, the man who had made her fall in love with her bones, this man who was extremely hypocritical, and turned away mercilessly.

She walked forward, walking and walking.

The road is very long, every time you walk a section, you can see your entangled love with a man, every life is like a spell, she died in front of that man, never died well.

She grew more and more frightened, helpless, wandering, and even desperate!

She saw Chen Gang, her boyfriend who lost her in the 21st century, and saw him hugging her best friend Li Ling.

She saw Li Ling's boyfriend Lin Chong stabbing Chen Gang with a knife, and she pounced, and the sharp knife pierced her heart.

As soon as the picture turns, it falls into boundless stillness and darkness.

A low Sanskrit voice sounded: "Nan no Amitabha" is solemn and sacred, which makes people involuntarily have the psychology of worship.

Her heart beat wildly, and she followed the direction of the sound.

She heard cacophony of voices and weeping, and threw herself into the lake of despair.

She was relieved that she had finally reached a populated area.

She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids couldn't be opened as if they were hanging with a shot put.

I wanted to move my body, but my body was like a nightmare, and I couldn't move the slightest.

You can only feel the silkiness of the quilt at your fingertips.

She tried to lift her hand, but after several attempts, she failed.

So I wanted to shout loudly to see if anyone could see me.

But his throat was dry as if it had been glued.

She tentatively touched her teeth with her tongue, and found that she could reach it, so she gently pushed down the upper and lower slabs with her tongue, slowly turned, rolled up the saliva and swallowed vigorously.

Her throat grew warmer, and she tried to open her mouth again to shout.

"There's... Person... The voice was faint and weak.

"Qingqing...... Are you talking? After a while, a familiar voice asked, with a doubtful temptation.

Immediately after that, a slightly rough hand clenched her hand, warm, like an invisible force transmitted from her palm to her heart, and slowly spread to her whole body with the blood.

Her numb body gradually became conscious, and she could finally open her eyes.

In the eye, a woman in her forties, with early bloom, has a vicissitudes of life, and her warm eyes are shining with surprise.

Feel a familiar smell in her!

The woman opened her mouth, laughed, and immediately rushed out the door: "Doctor, doctor, come on, my daughter is awake." ”

Several men in white coats walked in and took out various instruments to examine her.

"Ms. Hong, there is nothing wrong with your daughter, she is just weaker, and she will recover in a while." One of the white coats said.

"Qingqing, you're scared to death Mom, you've only slept for half a year, I thought you wouldn't wake up." The woman held her hand and wept and laughed.

Meng Guqing's consciousness is gradually recovering, isn't this his 21-year-old mother Hong Xiangyu.

I clearly remember that I lived in the Qing Dynasty for 20 years, married Shunzhi, and after experiencing the abolition of the seal, I also helped Shunzhi block an arrow, and then lost consciousness.

Could it be that I had a dream after I fell into a coma in the 21st century?

Her brows furrowed more and more, and the messy and broken fragments in her mind were heavy and blurry, trying to grasp a point in the chaos of thoughts!

Was it a dream or did it really happen, or maybe I was still in a dream?

"Mom... Am I dreaming? She moved her parched lips.

"Silly boy, it's okay, there's a mother here." Hong Xiangyu looked at her distressedly.

"Mom, I want to drink water." The throat is as dry as a fire.

"Oh, you see I'm so happy, mom will pour it for you right away." Hong Xiangyu put down her hand and poured a glass of warm water.

Helping her up and bringing the water to her mouth, Meng Guqing drank it in small sips.

With a glass of water, she felt that she had some strength and her consciousness became clearer.

I must have had a dream after I passed out, a long, long dream, although those feelings were so clear, but it was just a dream after all, and now I woke up.

Hong Xiangyu went out to buy some porridge and came back, fed Meng Guqing, and after eating, she felt that her physical strength had recovered a lot.

"Mom, I want to get out of bed and walk." She said as she tried to get out of bed.

"The doctor also said that you are in bed for half a year, and you need to be more active to help you recover." Hong Xiangyu said with a smile.

With Hong Xiangyu's support, he slowly moved from the corridor to the front hall of the hospital.

An ambulance, with the sound of sirens coming from afar, stopped at the entrance of the hospital.

As soon as the car stopped, several medical staff opened the door and carried a man in a dragon robe in ancient costume onto a stretcher, his long hair was scattered, and an arrow was stuck in his chest, and the bright red blood stained the bright yellow dragon robe, which was shocking to see.

Meng Guqing's head "buzzed" loudly, he became dizzy, his body shook a few times, and if it wasn't for Hong Xiangyu's support, he would have fallen......

She is too familiar with the person on the stretcher, this is not the Aixin Jueluo in her dream. Fulin, the first emperor Shunzhi after the Qing Dynasty entered the customs?

Was she dreaming or reality?

"Qingqing...... What's wrong with you, don't scare Mom, are you uncomfortable there? I'll accompany you back to the ward. Hong Xiangyu kept shaking her arm.