At dusk, the dusky sky is gradually dyed with ink-like color, only the sunset of the west sky, like the colorful brocade woven by the fairy in the sky, the flame is mixed with a little dream purple gold, standing by the window, the palace that comes into view seems to have crossed a layer of dark golden halo, and there is a kind of breathtaking momentum in the obscurity.

With such a moving beauty, there are still a few who can have leisure and leisure.

Su Dai looked at the unfamiliar scene in front of her in a daze, it seemed to be covered with frost, hazy, and unreal, she opened the low-hanging curtains, and what caught her eyes was a man and a woman, but their faces made her unable to see clearly, this is, a dream?

The woman knelt on the ground and looked at her reflected self, her face haggard, but her eyes were full of sarcasm, "I have no fornication." These five words seemed to come out of the mouth of her sullen heart, exhausting the strength of her whole body.

She raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her, his eyes were cold, she chuckled, he never seemed to believe her, in his heart, she would never be as good as that man.

"Good student care." The man said a cold word to the palace maid in the hall, and then brushed his sleeves away.

Su Dai looked at the desperate woman in surprise, her face gradually became clear in her eyes, and her heart seemed to be hit hard, that face was herself.

The scene in front of her was distorted in an instant, when the surroundings gradually subsided, the woman who looked exactly the same as her was sitting in front of the makeup mirror to comb her makeup, one stroke of light strokes of her eyebrows, the color was like a distant mountain, she stared a little indifferent between her eyebrows, at this moment, the gate of the palace was violently pushed open, and a row of royal guards trotted in from outside the door to enter, at the end, it was a dignified and beautiful woman, the woman was wearing eight Hunan skirts, her spirit was flying, her voice was full of mocking smiles, only to hear her raise her voice: "The virtue of the Qiyan clan is at a loss, and the secret song with others." , the woe to the palace, the sin, unforgivable. ”

Beggar Clan? Isn't that herself? Su Dai's eyes widened, what the hell was going on?

I saw the woman in front of the makeup mirror smiled faintly: "If you want to add to the crime, why bother?" ”

"Your loyal maidservant doesn't let this palace come in, what can this palace do?" The woman in the Hunan skirt laughed wantonly.

I saw a waiter behind her throw over a bloody thing, which rolled to Su Dai's feet with a gurgling face, she stared at it, the blood all over her body seemed to flow backwards, the hair stood upside down, and the blood-drenched thing was the head of the face.

Sudai's heart burned as if on a red fire, and she wanted to see the woman who had come in with the Imperial Guards, but her outline was blurred after all.

Su Dai raised her hand in panic, only to see that her hand was almost transparent in the air, was she dead? Looking down with low eyebrows, her feet floating in mid-air, where the hell is she? Why do you have an exact self? And who is that man? Who is that Hunan skirt woman?

There were too many questions in her heart, and she had a splitting headache, and she covered her mouth with her hands......

"Searing? Searing? "Someone seems to be calling her in mid-air, scorching? It's such a distant name, and only one person would call her that......

Rong Bingye looked at Su Dai who was covered in cold sweat, and he was so anxious that he knew that she was a nightmare, her teeth were biting her lower lip, her hands were clenched into fists, but her eyes were tightly closed, "Searing? Wake up. ”

Su Dai suddenly woke up from her dream, and saw Rong Bingye looking at herself with a worried face, she looked around, the delicate yellow curtain hung low on the Nanmu lacquered gold step bed, and the branches of the plum were embroidered with brown silk threads, and the red plums were dotted with blooming red plums, and there were two ribbon birds and bamboo leaves next to the red plums, which meant raising the eyebrows. A pair of vases are carved on both sides of the bedpost, and the vase is a lotus flower.

This, or Weiyang Palace? Just a dream? But why is it so true?

"Scorching, don't be afraid, I'm here." Rong Bingye hugged her into his arms and comforted her softly.

She was shocked, the feeling just now was too frightened, an identical self, her hand grabbed his sleeve tightly, and her voice was still a little trembling: "I just dreamed, and there was a person exactly like me in my dream......"

"Don't be afraid, you're in a nightmare." The temperature in his arms was so real that it made her infatuated, and she felt like she was going to live for the rest of her life.

The sky outside was gradually getting brighter, and I only heard Huan Yuqi shouting in a low voice outside: "Your Majesty, it's time to get up." ”

Su Dai slowly let go of the hand that was grabbing his cuffs, and the panic in his eyes was uneven: "Your Majesty should go to the court." ”

He still hugged her, and his voice was full of tenderness: "Then are you still afraid?" ”

"Tell Zhenyan to come in and accompany the concubine."

"Okay, then I'll come back to accompany you after I get down."

After he left, the sky was already dark, Su Dai sat on the bed with his knees crossed, and sat down with her face, "What did Niangniang dream?" ”

What dreams? She didn't dare to say that the dream was too real, as if she had experienced it, but she was watching from the perspective of a bystander. Zhenyan died, why did he die? She couldn't help but look at Zheyan's delicate face, "Zheyan, I just dreamed that there was a woman who looked exactly like me, but ......" What should she say, the people in the dream, except for the woman who looks exactly like her, she can't see anyone else.

"Niangniang, the slave has a sentence that I don't know if I should say to my mother." Zhen Yan thought about it again and again before he said softly.

"Say it."

Zhen Yan thought about it, as if she was organizing how to express it, and after a while, she said slowly: "In the Agarwood Pavilion before, when Niangniang had a fever, the slave heard Niangniang call a name. ”

"What's the name?"

"Ilad."

Su Dai's eyebrows had a trace of doubt, who is Ilad? Why wasn't she impressed at all?

Zhen Yan looked at Su Dai's thoughtful appearance, and couldn't help but say: "The slave doesn't know why Niangniang called this name, and it's fine, but now that Niangniang has regained her favor, it's better to be cautious and not be heard by His Majesty." ”

"Go and call Saihan in." She suddenly remembered that when she was seven years old, she seemed to have fallen from a horse, and although she gradually remembered many things, she suspected that she had missed something and did not remember.

After a while, Saihan came in, yawned incessantly, and asked with concern, "Niangniang, are you having a nightmare?" ”

"Saihan, do you know who Ilad is?" She asked lightly, but her eyes were locked tightly on Saihan, trying to find clues on her face.

Saihan was stunned and said confusedly: "Who is Niangniang talking about?" ”

Su Dai waved his hand, "That's it, I'm just asking." You go down first. ”

After Saihan left, he comforted him: "Don't worry too much about Niangniang, as the saying goes, dreams come in reverse, Niangniang's nightmares, maybe something good will happen in the future." ”

Su Dai heard Zhi Yan say this, and suddenly remembered the bloody scene in the dream, she grabbed Zhi Yan's hand tightly and said, "I hope." The tip of her nose smelled a faint fragrance, which was refreshing, and made her feel a lot more settled. (To be continued.) )

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