The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

At this moment, the door was pushed open. After the light in the room suddenly brightened, it returned to darkness.

Qin Yue'er turned around and looked Sang Feiwan up and down with her cold eyes: "Do you also want to dream? The prosperous age of the Tang Dynasty and the tragedy of the noble concubine are all just a dream. If you can't get out of my dream, then Die with me..."

She originally wanted to repeat her old trick and drag Sang Feiwan into that gorgeous but thrilling dream of death.

Sang Feiwan just raised his sleeves and waved away the strong Yin Qi.

She quickly walked to Zhao Zhiyong, and with a click of her finger, a burst of spiritual power penetrated his forehead.

In an instant, the feeling of suffocation disappeared, and he woke up leisurely.

In a big dream, he experienced Yang Guifei's life personally.

The absurd, gorgeous and miserable past lingered for a long time, making him forget for a moment what night it was and whether he was a noble concubine or screenwriter Zhao Zhiyong.

"Qin Yue'er" saw Sang Feiwan easily defeating her own spell, and stared at her warily: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." Sang Feiwan said quietly, "What matters is that you know who you are?"

"Qin Yue'er" covered her lips and smiled softly, "Of course I know, I am the noble concubine of the Tang Dynasty!"

Sang Feiwan looked at her with eyes as dark as ink, easily able to see through her true identity.

"You are not her. At most, you are just a trace of her remaining hatred, which fell on Bu Yao and was condensed for thousands of years."

"Qin Yue'er" suddenly panicked: "No, no! I am Yang Yuhuan, Concubine Yang! Why do you say that I am not?"

"Of course you are not, you are just the golden walking stick, the love token that King Shou gave to Yang Yuhuan on their wedding night."

Sang Feiwan's words were like a beacon in the fog, bringing back lost memories.

"Bu Yao, Bu Yao. Yes, I am Bu Yao, one step at a time, one step at a time..."

That lost memory, spanning thousands of years, returned again, still making her burst into tears.

She remembered that night in the bridal chamber, where the room was full of red light, reflecting on the beauty's face, so shy and charming.

Jin Buyao was lying on his palm, shining like a jade ring, extremely beautiful.

His hands were so gentle, gently inserting the golden step into the bun of his lover's hair.

She raised her head slightly, and her tassels swayed as she walked, making her look even more charming.

……

After leaving Prince Shou's Mansion, she didn't take any jewelry with her, only this golden walking stick.

For many years after that, she often held her walking stick to look at things and think about people.

In order to please her, the emperor ordered craftsmen to design many exquisite steps and deliver them to her diligently.

He thought she liked such jewelry, but in fact, all she could remember was the person who sent Bu Yao off.

In front of Mawei Slope, when he was ordered to die.

She had removed all her finery, pearls and emeralds, and her plain clothes were scattered, but she still had a golden walking stick hidden in her sleeve.

At the end of her life, what came to her mind was the handsome and smiling face of the young man who gave her Bu Yao back then.

Would he be sad if he knew he was dead?

Will he come to pay homage to his grave?

Song of Everlasting Regret, long-lasting hatred, long-lasting love.

The fragrant soul dissipates, and only the touch of love and hatred remains on the golden step shaker for thousands of years.

She was looking forward to waiting, looking forward to seeing her former lover again, her His Highness the King of Longevity.

In front of Mawei Slope, the grass turns green and yellow, and turns yellow and green again.

She waited and waited, until dynasties changed and generations changed, until time confused her memory...

Those thousand years are really too long.

It was so lengthy that she forgot her original identity, only remembering her master's obsession and waiting foolishly.

Until not long ago, this Jin Bu Yao, which had been sleeping for thousands of years, was excavated from the ground.

After thousands of years of time passing by, Jin Bu Yao is now radiant and beautiful as new.

The world marveled at her beauty, but because it was too new, it was defined as a high imitation and was collected in a museum.

By chance, he was brought to the crew and put on Qin Yue'er's head.

"I am Bu Yao, the imperial concubine's favorite Bu Yao."

The sigh of the weapon spirit is separated by the vicissitudes of the years and the many regrets.

The noble concubine's wish before she died was to see His Royal Highness the Shou King again.

But why didn't King Shou come? I've been waiting for a long time. Why didn't he come?

Qi Ling's obsession is to see her former lover again for Concubine Yang...

So Sang Feiwan said: "I can let you see him again."

The tool spirit's expression suddenly became excited: "Really? Can I really see him again? For my master, take another look at him?"

As she said this, she hesitated again: "After all these years, is he still alive?"

"The Tang Dynasty has perished, so King Shou has naturally passed away a long time ago. But I can summon his ghost for you to see." Sang Feiwan looked at the time, "It's 9pm now, wait 3 more hours, until 12 midnight.”

"Twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, yes, that point has enough yin energy, and ghosts can be easily summoned." As a weapon spirit that has existed for thousands of years, she naturally knows more.

Sang Feiwan made a timely request: "I'll let you see him, but you can't hurt anyone again."

She said and glanced at the screenwriter Zhao Zhiyong next to her who was still in a daze: "After experiencing that dream, he should be able to write the script you want."

"Okay!" The weapon spirit agreed happily and immediately collected all the spells.

At this time, Qin Yue'er's cell phone rang again.

The tool spirit said a little irritably: "Human things are really annoying. They made noise to me all night yesterday, and today they keep making noises."

As she said this, she was about to smash the phone, but Sang Feiwan took it in her hand first.

What was displayed on the phone screen was Mrs. Qin's name.

Sang Feiwan pressed the answer button.

Mrs. Qin's anxious voice came from the phone: "Yue'er, why don't you answer the phone or reply to messages? I just called your assistant and she didn't reply. What's wrong with you? I'm going to scare my mother to death. ?"

When Qin Yue'er's assistant was removing her makeup yesterday, she wanted to take off the Jin Bu Yao, which angered Qi Ling, and she is still fainting in the hotel.

Mrs. Qin was worried about her daughter and was ready to come over personally to see the situation. Before leaving, I finally tried to make a phone call, but unexpectedly, I got through this time.

But the person who answered the phone was not her daughter Qin Yue'er, but Sang Feiwan.

"Hello, Mrs. Qin, I am Sang Feiwan."

"Ah, Miss Sang!" Mrs. Qin was a little surprised at first, but then she remembered that Sang Feiwan and Qin Yuer were filmed by the same crew, so it was not surprising that they were together.

She asked anxiously: "What's going on with Yue'er? I haven't been able to get through the phone since yesterday, and I haven't responded to my messages."

Sang Feiwan said: "Don't worry, she's fine."

Mrs. Qin asked: "Why can't I contact you if nothing happens? Please give the phone number to Yue'er. I want to have a word with her."

Sang Feiwan said: "She can't answer the phone for the time being because she is possessed by evil spirits."

Mrs. Qin: "..."