In the past two days, I was really uncomfortable, so I had to go to the hospital for painkiller injections. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

With the addition of Carvin, he was stunned and couldn't write, but he couldn't be regarded as distressed.

Fortunately, I have figured it out so far, and the logical loophole has been filled.

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"Mother?" Ying Chen's heart trembled, and he hurriedly looked around, and found that those figures gradually dispersed, and the white light had a touch of gold, like a warm autumn sun, soft.

But it is no longer empty, but there are more vague shadows, all standing still, not like people, but like stools, chairs, cabinets, screens, and tables.

"What's the wait, go to sleep," in my ears, it was the gentle voice of the mother concubine, and the faint fragrance of chrysanthemum, after being inhaled into the nasal cavity, it turned into a thick warm current, full of serenity.

Ying Chen's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

What catches your eye is a darkness, which is not terrifying, but makes people feel very stable.

In the politeness, there seems to be a faint smell of incense and candles, as if it has just been extinguished.

As far as the eye can see, it is a well-placed case, spotless, and the carved patterns on the case are all exclusive to the royal family.

Outside the window, you can faintly see the curved and vertical eaves of the palace, like a long dragon, from those paved with pieces of glazed tiles, staggered through the magnificent pavilions.

......

This is the royal palace!

Here, it is the Jiupin Palace!

Here, it is the home of the soul of Winchen!

And at this moment, he is covered with a silk quilt embroidered with cirrus clouds, and he is next to a beautiful woman.

"I ......" Ying Chen finally felt that something was wrong, he raised his hand and touched his cheeks and body, and was stunned and speechless.

With a glimmer of moonlight outside the window, he looked stupidly at the pale and clear little hand in front of him, without any strength.

"Chen'er, what's wrong with you?" The mother concubine on the side sighed, raised her white jade hand, touched Yingchen's big face, and said softly.

"It's okay... It's okay......" Yingchen slowly turned around and looked at the beautiful face of the concubine, that is, she was beautiful without makeup, her eyes were red in an instant, and tears were rolling.

Happy and sad at the same time.

"Silly Chen'er, what are you crying about?" The mother concubine looked at Ying Chen's inexplicable tears in her eyes, and was immediately full of distress, stretched out her arm, held him in her arms, stroked her little head, and pulled the silk quilt again.

In her ears, there was only a faint cry left, and she thought about it, maybe Yingchen had suffered some grievances in the daytime.

This child, although frail and sickly, has a strong temperament, and even if he is greatly wronged, he will never complain about anything in front of her eyes.

......

After a while, Yingchen stopped crying, his face was buried in his mother's chest, and his pale face was crystal clear.

In those intelligent eyes, there was a trace of profundity that did not belong to this age, as deep as the inky black night sky, and there was no end in sight.

He went back eleven years ago, back to when he was three years old, back to a past that was fading in his memory.

He knew that this was a dream, but it was incomparably real, and he couldn't tell the difference between reality and fiction.

He knew that he would wake up one day, but he was still trapped in this precious pleasure and did not want to wake up.

Speechless, silent, Ying Chen closed his eyes again, and slept peacefully with the pleasure that came from his heart and heartstrings.