That night, after Lan Qing went to bed, the nightmare that she hadn't had for a long time returned.

It's just that this time it's not so appropriate to call it a nightmare.

She only dreamed of the man standing under the tree, with a broad and majestic back, still wearing that robe, and the silver thread was stained with bright red blood, and the blood was gurgling from his body and dripping into the yellow earth.

She wasn't as scared as she was when she was a child, but she couldn't move or speak, and could only silently watch as the man tilted his head slightly, staring at the brilliant and lush green leaves, and softly chanting her name.

"Lan Qing, can't you come back yet......?"

A shallow voice crossed her heart, and her heart throbbed again, and when she heard this person speak, her whole body trembled, and her indescribable complex emotions flowed and could not be resolved.

Wanted to ask him for the umpteenth time?

Want to ask him what exactly he has done?

I want to ask him, do they know each other, why does he keep pestering himself?

The man seemed to sense that they were not moving, and turned his head silently—

Lan Qing suddenly woke up, she gasped, the feeling of suffocation still lingering in her inertial memory, and she couldn't get rid of it.

Zhumei, the personal maid, immediately stepped forward and took a freshly washed handkerchief to wipe Lan Qing's sweat, her entire forehead and sideburns were all wet with sweat, her clothes were close to her back, and she couldn't stop sweating.

"Princess! What happened to you? The slave maid immediately called the imperial doctor! Zhumei anxiously wanted to go out and call the imperial doctor.

Lan Qing stopped her in time, "It's okay, don't alarm the imperial doctor." ”

Zhumei wanted to speak and stopped, "However, the princess's face is ugly. ”

Lan Qingxian's entire face was almost pale, and her soft lips were only a faint pink.

She took a deep breath and commanded, "Pour a cup of hot tea for Hongu." ”

"Yes!" Zhumei hurriedly brought a cup of hot tea.

After drinking tea and resting for a while, Lan Qing's face finally became a little ruddy.

She lowered her head, her thick eyelashes fluttering.

"Princess, it can't be another nightmare, right?"

Lan Qing's red lips snorted, but she didn't deny it.

In the days that followed, Lan Qing, as usual, occasionally came to the courtyard to see Jiang Rin, and the two sat and chatted, like old friends for many years.

Lan Qing didn't expect him to be unexpectedly compatible with herself, she originally thought that he was indeed the most suitable of all the pony candidates, if the personality was not good, it would be good to treat it coldly, but now it seems that even the personality is very suitable.

It's a good pawn.

It's just a matter of observing more.

Soon it was the day of the wedding that was scheduled, Jiang Rin woke up early in the morning, he was already sleeping lightly, today was an important day, and he couldn't be lazy.

[This is the first time you've married her?] 】

Jiang Rin silently replied in his heart: "This is the tenth time. ”

[Huh? 】

"Counting her share before, it's the tenth time." Jiang Rin saw through the color at the right time. Desire for doubts.

[I didn't expect it to be so many times...... It's no wonder that the sense of immediacy between the two of you old husbands and wives is getting stronger and stronger. 】

Speaking of this, Jiang Rin suddenly smiled, and Qiu Yue, who was in charge of grooming, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "The horse is full of energy, and he is naturally quite happy today." ”

Rushuang immediately chimed in, "yes, I woke up an hour earlier than usual." ”

It was completely different from the feeling she had when she was the prince marrying Lan Qing, she didn't remember herself now, but she remembered her.

I wonder what face she will face herself tonight?