A pillar of sandalwood, swirling in the study.

This is the place where the National Teacher has a book collection. Concubine Wei didn't know that except for the national teacher, there was no second person here.

Concubine rebel opened her Dafa of reading books against the sky, and began to resist reading these books very much, and when she looked at it, she was attracted by the world described in the book, no matter what kind of world there was, the masters in it were just, kind, and even more heroic. They do not hesitate to sacrifice themselves in order to protect their homeland and their nation......

There are also some books about the way to survive, which is different from heroism, at any time, you have to think about survival in order to take good care of the world and love the world.

Could it be that the state affairs lord thinks that his three views are not correct? Need to read these books to reshape the three views? He needs to go back to the furnace to recreate the three views, phew!

The secret killer only cares about the task, does not ask whether it is right or wrong, and does not ask about the object.

The concubine pondered for a while, was attracted by the strangeness of the book, and devoted herself to it.

I don't know how long I watched it, but the concubine was finally exhausted and fell asleep on the ground.

There were thirty books neatly laid out in front of her, all of which had turned to the last page.

The national teacher remained silent, sat beside the bookcase, looked at the ancient scrolls intently, and heard the sound of even breathing from the concubine, and he gently covered his coat on her curled body. Remove a soft pillow from the space and place it under her head.

She slept for at least three hours.

Yun Lizhen quietly looked at the concubine who curled up like a kitten, and he suddenly felt the urge to take the girl into his arms. But now he and her are strangers and hostile.

Thinking of the vigilant and naughty little girl back then, my heart was soft. She grew up, but he was reluctant to let her fly alone.

Yun Lizhe's face had just returned to flatness, and Concubine Yi suddenly muttered a few words in her dream: "National teacher...... Insidious...... Cunning...... Violent...... Cruel...... The world's biggest villain......"

Yun Lizhen couldn't help but sigh: "Baby, this is what the deity is like in your heart?"

Concubine Yi actually answered in a dream: "No, it's actually quite handsome, it's the kind of handsome that has never been seen before and never after it."

Yun Lizhen endured it, did he answer the question like this? Ask the cow and answer the horse. Forget it, that girl dreams and doesn't care about her. I just hope that in her dreams, I don't hurt her.

Yun Lizhen couldn't help but kiss her on the forehead. He whispered, "Baby, sleep well."

Then get up and leave.

In the past few days, he can't stay in the National Teacher's Mansion again, and he has strengthened the enchantment of the study. Hurriedly left the National Teacher's Mansion.

The concubine woke up in the middle of the night and was confused for a while: "Are you asleep here?"

Soft pillows? The clothes that cover his body are familiar...... How does it look like a national teacher?

Big Bad!

The concubine's first reaction was to throw out the white and golden clothes. As if it were a murderous knife.

The concubine hugged the soft pillow tightly, and there was a burst of fragrance on the pillow. This fragrance is deep in my memory, so familiar. When I heard it, I felt like I wanted to cry.

Ethereal Cave.

There's such a fragrance in the Ethereal Cave!

The concubine jumped up, picked up the clothes, put them under her nose, and sucked them abruptly. It really tastes exactly the same.

Did you know him before?

Remembering the cold national teacher in his dream, he suddenly became soft-spoken, and asked her, "Baby, is the deity that kind of person in your eyes?"

But how?

Trying to remember, being punished for a year, those memories can't be strung together, they are intermittent and vague. There is no such person as a national teacher in my memory.

I remembered the note again.

I am confused, who is the rut?

The concubine got up and put the books back on the original shelves, and placed them neatly as usual.

The concubine read the book for thirteen days, and the strange thing is that the national teacher never came back, and the wood evil never appeared again. Even servant girls are rare.

In the National Teacher's Mansion, it seems that only the prisoner of Concubine Rebellion remains.

The thirty-day penalty has arrived, and in any case, it is time to leave.