"Situ Jingheng......" Shu Weiliang lay opposite Situ Jingheng and lifted up his head, which had been buried deep in his chest, "Situ Jingheng, hold me." ”

Situ Jingheng's eyes were misty, and he saw that Su Weiliang was just a shadow, and he couldn't focus at all.

Su Weiliang had completely forgotten at this time that this man had choked her neck many times to kill her, and he just wanted to alleviate his pain, and pressed his chest tightly against Situ Jingheng's chest, letting his body heat warm his heart.

After a while, the pain was finally relieved, and Situ Jingheng's eyes gradually cleared, only to feel that Su Weiliang's body was tightly clinging to his arms. At that moment, my heart was like a clear spring, soft and soft.

The person in his arms, as if he had been waiting for thousands of years, finally waited for her to come to him at this moment.

Situ Jingheng raised his hand and hugged the thin woman tightly into his arms.

Dian Han walked in with a medicine bowl, and when he saw this scene at first glance, he was taken aback, hesitated for a while, and quietly retreated.

"Is it better?" Feeling the hand on his back, Shu Weiliang asked.

"Hmm." Situ Jingheng responded, and suddenly said, "It's good to feel your heartbeat like this." ”

Su Weiliang blinked, but did not react.

"That night, this king had a dream, it was too scary......" Situ Jingheng spoke again.

"Which night?" Su Wei is cool and careless.

Situ Jingheng paused for a moment and said, "It's the night I met the assassin." ”

When Shu Weiliang heard this, her eyes widened, and she hurriedly asked, "What did you dream about?" ”

"It's weird, I dreamed...... In the dream, the king seemed to become very bloody, and the king actually put his hand into the arms of a woman, and then ...... Pulled out her heart...... Then the king took out his heart again......"

Such a direct description may be a little too bloody, Situ Jingheng felt the body in his arms stiffen instantly, and couldn't help but say, "Don't be afraid, isn't it just a dream...... However, it was this dream that scared the king awake...... When I went out, I met the girl who was going to report the news, so I was in time to save you. ”

"Otherwise, the consequences are really unimaginable. That night, if it was a little later, even the gods would not be able to save it. ”

Speaking of these, Situ Jingheng still felt palpitations.

But Su Weiliang was completely frozen in his arms, his eyes wide open. Your sister...... It's not so evil, is it? Two people have similar dreams?

A person digs out someone else's heart, and a person is looking for the heart everywhere? I'm rubbing, it's simply unscientific!

Well, it's already unscientific enough to cross over here!

After being silent for a long time, Su Weiliang finally sorted out his thoughts, and said tremblingly: "That...... Have you ever seen what the woman you gouged out looked like? ”

I felt the head next to my neck shake, and then a slightly tired voice came, "No, I want to see it clearly, too, but...... His hands were covered with blood, and the scene was too terrifying and bloody, and before the king could see it clearly, he had already woken up. ”

Shu Weiliang felt a little chill in her fingertips.

At that moment, she thought of four words - fate.

Situ Jingheng...... Do you really, have you had such a dream? Shu Weiliang confirmed again.

"Well, yes." Even though a few days had passed, he remembered everything in the dream very clearly, except for the woman's face.

Shu Weiliang was silent, recalled his dream that night, and sighed slightly. Feeling that the breathing around him was gradually even, Situ Jingheng had already fallen asleep after a toss.

And Su Weiliang actually opened her eyes for the first time until dawn.

Keeping the same shape all night made her whole body a little sore, and her right hand was already sore, numb and unconscious due to the lack of blood circulation. When the sunlight shone into the room and the temperature gradually rose, Shu Weiliang moved his sore arm and left from Situ Jingheng's arms.

I got out of bed lightly, called for a little cold to wash myself, ate some breakfast briefly, and then went out lightly.

"You guard the prince here, prepare hot porridge, and let him eat it first when he wakes up." Shu Weiliang commanded softly, rejecting the idea of Dian Han accompanying him.

I didn't feel it before, but now it seems that there is only a little cold girl in my room, which is indeed too little.

Shu Weiliang let go of the steps under her feet and slowly went to the west wing.

This is where many of Situ Jingheng's concubines live, and as soon as they entered the courtyard, they smelled a strong smell of fat powder, as well as some unknown strange smells. Su Weiliang covered her nose and walked forward.

Although this is the early morning hour, at this time in ancient times, the female dependents should have almost gotten up, how could it be so quiet?

The style here is somewhat like a modern courtyard house, divided into upstairs and downstairs, and the shape is set up. Shu Weiliang walked outside a room, stepped on the feet and looked inside, only to smell the smell of the sachet that the woman carried in the room, there was a bed on the east side of the room, the green gauze permeated it, and the wheel corridor of the woman on the bed could be vaguely seen.

Could it be that if you are not favored anyway, you will simply sleep lazy?

But it's not like the thirty-one concubines, none of them got up, right?

Shu Weiliang, who felt a little strange, observed two more rooms, each room was the same furnishings, even the direction of the bed. The rooms of these concubines are not luxurious, they are very close to each other, and they are all neighbors.

Shu Weiliang chuckled, even if Situ Jingheng didn't come often, it would be very lively here, right?

Walking upstairs with her skirt, Piao Ran is also Situ Jingheng's concubine, and she is the youngest, I don't know where she lives?

A feeling of dizziness came, and Su Weiliang's eyes suddenly darkened, if it weren't for the handrail of the stairs, he must have rolled down the stairs.

Could it be that drinking porridge for two days in a row led to malnutrition?

His sister's, this Xi Yu really gave her a picture of the weak physique unique to ancient deep boudoir women. Finally walked upstairs, Shu Weiliang found that his head was getting heavier and heavier, and finally his eyes were dark, and the whole person fell into darkness.

The voices in his ears were crowded, and Su Weiliang's consciousness was clear for a while, blurred for a while, and in the end, he finally lost his last consciousness.