"What do you mean by that?"

Ruohua glanced at Xianchun deeply, although she was extremely weak at the moment, and her speech was much softer, but the dissatisfaction and anger in her tone could still be clearly heard.

"What does the princess think the minister's words mean, that's what it means." The expression on Xianchun's face still hasn't changed slightly, and he seems to ignore Ruohua's words, "I vaguely remember that the ancestors have clouds, those who know me are called loyal, and those who don't know are called me a thief." It's the same with this, if it's what the minister means, he will understand it. ”

"Heh......" Ruohua was momentarily speechless by what he said, so he had to sneer a few times to show his anger. She really didn't know where she provoked this Bei Ziye, because she used to think that this gentle and jade-like temperament was not bad, but now it has added a little disgust and resistance.

Xianchun looked at Ruohua, with a smile in his eyes, like a spring breeze, even if he resisted and hated this person, he didn't know why the anger would be extinguished a little for a while.

Ruohua deeply thought that he definitely didn't read the yellow calendar today, not to mention that he was cold when he fell into the water, and he had to suffer from the anger of being innocent for no reason.

She couldn't help but glance at Xianchun again, and only felt that this person was really a contradiction, but she couldn't say where the specific contradiction was.

"I still thank Bei Ziye for saving his life, this palace is inconvenient to see guests due to the wind cold, and I also want to give Bei Ziye a person in case of wind and cold, and invite Mur Beizi out to entertain him." Ruohua's mind was still groggy, and coupled with the argument with Xianchun just now, it was even more chaotic now, and he almost couldn't open his eyes.

"It's okay, this is what a minister should do." Xianchun's gentle voice sounded in her head, but she felt that she could barely hear clearly, and she might be really tired.

She knew very well that she couldn't hold on.

As soon as the words fell, she felt sleepy like a tide, constantly surging towards her, and even she felt that she could not distinguish the boundary between reality and illusion, but as soon as she closed her eyes, she was completely unconscious, and she really couldn't hear what was going on outside.

……

Ruohua suddenly felt that he was in a desert, without any light, and with a little bleak coolness.

She tried to clear the fog, and the feeling of confusion spread in her heart, which made her extremely afraid. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't find any way out, and my body was still hot and cold, and I was uncomfortably tight, as if my body was about to be unable to bear this torture.

She struggled to her feet, not knowing if she was in a dream or in reality. She tried to touch it, but she couldn't touch anything when she reached out her hand, and the feeling that all hope was extinguished in an instant made her heart tremble and tremble.

Suddenly, there was a little light in front of me, and the night seemed to be blown by the wind, gradually revealing a faint light, and everything seemed so unexpected. In an instant, the sky began to change, a crazy transformation, the dark clouds began to fade and move one by one, and the stars began to dim and disappear little by little.

Suddenly, there was a glimmer of moonlight and daylight intertwined in front of me, and the world began to transform into half night and half day, and everything began to change and blend in an instant, almost becoming one, and it was impossible to distinguish what was going on.

What is presented in front of Ruohua's eyes is a picture of nature and dreams.

"Ruohua." There was a voice that suddenly sounded, and it was Yoo Yoon's voice. This can be regarded as the first time Ruohua has heard Liu Yun's voice since she arrived here, and she only felt that tears came down immediately. She didn't know what was wrong, her vision blurred a little, and she only felt that there was a power calling her forward.

Ruohua walked forward a few dozen steps, but felt that Liu Yun's voice was becoming clearer and clearer, and her heart suddenly became more and more excited, and she quickened her pace, wanting to find the source of the sound.

"Princess." Another voice sounded, causing Ruohua's steps to stop. She heard it clearly, it was a delicate voice. She looked back, but she couldn't see the slender figure, but she never saw Liu Yun's figure.

"Do you remember me?"

"Do you remember me?"

Two voices sounded at the same time, but they told the same information, as if they wanted to question Ruohua, in her heart, who accounted for a larger part, this person Ruohua not only stopped thinking for a moment, but even held his breath.

One is her best friend, in modern times; One is her best confidant, but in the Qing Dynasty.

She felt that her heart was pulling in two directions at the moment, as if she was in a fierce competition, as if she had to compete for the best. The pain and struggle erupted almost instantaneously, and not only that, but it also made her feel a deep powerlessness.

Ruohua only felt that he was not breathing well at the moment, and even had some difficulty.

"Ruohua." Another voice sounded, but it was Moxu's, breaking the balance that he had managed to stabilize in an instant, and Ruohua's heart was completely confused. She subconsciously looked up, but she couldn't see the shadow of half a person, as if those voices came out of thin air, and their source was unknown.

She crouched down there, trying to bury her face deep in her knees, and began to sobble intermittently, "Moxu...... Yoo Yoon...... Slender ......"

Ruohua at this moment really hopes that this is a dream. She'd rather be dead now than be tormented here. She no longer knew where she was going and what choice she should make. Perhaps, it was because she had experienced too much these days that her heart, which was just dressed in a strong coat, completely collapsed.

This feeling of collapse was really the first time in her two lives, and it was almost a suffocating pain.

"Do you see your heart?"

Mo Xu's voice sounded, and it gradually became distant, and it was not even real. Ruohua listened to the voice disappear, but she didn't react, she was stunned because of that sentence. Has she really seen her heart clearly?

Maybe she saw it clearly, but now she can't see it clearly, and she feels that it is really difficult to see herself clearly.

Little by little, she lost consciousness, and the dream gradually became fragmented, and the dream was almost a fleeting epiphany, and the fleeting catkins were forever fixed in her mind.

Ruohua fell into a deep sleep.

Moore Bezi House.

Xianchun's face was a little ugly at the moment. When he lifted his robe, he saw a long trail of blood on his foot, apparently from today's wound. He took the medicine, and the wound worsened a little, but he didn't seem to see it, and after a little washing, he numbly smeared the medicine on it.

The moment Ruohua was unconscious in front of him, he sat aside, but for some reason, he didn't want to leave, and then sat for a while.

He just looked at Ruohua as if she was in a dream, with such a painful look on his face, he suddenly wanted to know what Ruohua saw in the dream, which would make her who was stubborn and refused to admit defeat extremely painful.

It seems to feel like something has changed, maybe it's just that I'm too impressed with her. Only then did he realize that his memory of the little girl seemed to be unreliable. He can't judge that woman by the way she looks in his memory now, so good at acting, so smart, but very stubborn.

He could vaguely remember that she had a glimpse at the birthday banquet back then, standing alone in the corner of the crowd, which made him always feel that Ruohua and himself were fellow travelers, both in this sea of people, dispensable, always standing in the corner, no one saw it.

But he found that this was not the case, in fact, his understanding of Ruohua was superficial, he had almost no intersection with her, but he couldn't help but look at her, attracted by those clear and bright eyes. The aura in those eyes, coupled with the already good-looking eye shape, looks particularly cute.

Xianchun can't remember when it started, but he finally found a trace of change in his eyes, and the stubbornness and arrogance that began to appear at some point made him look at her with admiration. I haven't seen her for a day, such as every three autumns, not to mention that he and her haven't seen her for many years, and the little love when he was young has gradually been consumed.

Maybe this is fate, some people are not all the way with themselves, and they are not what they can think.

There is still a smile as warm as jade in his eyes, but it is a little gloomy, but it is still fascinating, and it is no wonder that all the teachers in Beijing, all the noble ladies in the boudoir, want to marry the famous Murbezi.

He simply continued to apply the medicine, as if he didn't feel the pain at all. The wound looked hideous, and the wound was deep, revealing flesh. He didn't expect the man to bring a knife, and when he broke free, he still had some injuries. He bandaged it slowly, then paused, he should know who was coming.

Xianchun got up and looked at the moon in the courtyard, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Zero, what do you say about her?" Xianchun asked suddenly, a shadow shook outside the window, and he could vaguely recognize it as a figure when he looked at it.

"Who are you talking about?"

The man turned around and walked towards Hyunchun, and did not stop until he was in front of Hsien Chun's window, and then leaned against the window frame, obscuring out a lot of moonlight.

"Princess Zhuang Jing Gulun."

"You said Princess Zhuang Jing Gulun?" Zero looked at him a little strangely, frowned, and then turned his head away, "I don't have anything to comment on, anyway, I don't think it's good." ”

"Really?"

"At present, it seems that except for playing the piano, the rest are really nothing outstanding, but they are also favored by the emperor, which is also a strange thing. Good and dignified, why did you ask Princess Zhuang Jing Gulun? ”

"Nothing." Xianchun glanced at the man, then turned his head to look at the Danqing picture in front of him, on which was a girl who looked about seven or eight years old, and smiled silently.

"You're right. Actually, she is really not very good. ”