"Let's go."

Chu Zhuxu lightly grasped the jade pendant on his waist, lowered his eyes and walked towards his room.

As for why he had stood in a princess's room that he had labeled a "fool" for so long.

Only Chu Zhuxu himself knew about this matter.

-

Late at night.

Nanshan Besso has returned to a quiet and peaceful appearance.

Chu Zhuxu slept on the bed, the room was burning with a faint incense, and the tulle hung on both sides of the bed.

Nishiki was covered by his sturdy body, and the neckline of his thin clothes was wide open, revealing delicate and sturdy muscles.

The sword eyebrows are not extended, and it looks like it is a nightmare.

In the dream, the sky was full of red light, and the soil was red with blood everywhere.

Wailing, crying.

He seemed to have heard the voice of the imperial sister calling him, but his footsteps did not stop in the dream, and he could vaguely see that his hands were covered with wounds, and blood continued to drip down his hanging arms on the ground, soaking into the deep soil.

The person in the dream walked step by step on a high platform similar to an altar.

Approaching ......

Only then did he see clearly whose tablet was enshrined on the platform.

Liang Cisheng, the wife of Chu Sui Emperor Chu Zhuxu.

Those depressed qi that was completely blocked in his chest and couldn't find an outlet for it, seemed to have found an outlet in an instant, and with a sudden stimulus, Chu Zhuxu's left chest seemed to be pressed by a thousand-pound stone, and the pain made him widen, turned over the bed, and fell from the bed to the ground in a daze.

Yinmian, who was keeping vigil outside, hurriedly sobered up, holding his sword close to the door, "Master, are you okay?" ”

Chu Zhuxu gasped, put on the clothes that were about to fall off his body, and said in a muffled voice: "I'm fine, don't come in." ”

Silverface didn't speak, and he didn't move.

He was still worried that something would happen to Chu Zhuxu.

Chu Zhuxu stood up from the side of the bed, sat down at the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

Calm your irritable thoughts.

In his mind, the tablet with Liang Cisheng's name in his dream still kept appearing in front of him.

Chu Zhuxu held the porcelain cup, thought about it, and touched his left chest, which seemed to be stabbed by a dagger in his sleep.

He pressed several times with suspicion.

No pain.

Chu Zhuxu lowered his head, and pulled his thin clothes open, and there were no wounds inside.

Then the pain in the left chest was certainly not a problem with his injury.

Chu Zhuxu lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes overlapped and trembled, and Liang Cisheng's beautiful face suddenly appeared in his mind.

A warmth slowly flowed from his left chest.

This situation also happened last time, that time in the temple, when he reached out to pull Liang Cisheng and wanted to pinch her neck, his left chest hurt so much that he couldn't stand it.

And this time, in the dream, the moment he saw Liang Cisheng's tablet, it hurt him so much that he woke up directly from his sleep.

Chu Zhuxu narrowed his eyes, his hand turning the porcelain cup paused, and his thin lips were light.

The pain in his left chest is related to Liang Cisheng.

This had to make him wonder if Liang Cisheng had given him some medicine, or something else.

And also......

In that dream, Liang Cisheng actually died.

Still? and became his wife.

Chu Zhuxu snorted coldly, only thinking that this matter was very funny.

Chu Zhuxu stretched out his hand and gently picked up the clothes on his body, got up and wrapped a coat, put on his shoes, and pushed open the door and walked outside with a cold face.

He had to go to Liang Cisheng's room to have a look.

Look what the hell this stupid woman is up to.