White Hedge Dream

Chapter 121 Sight

The emperor set out from the imperial city to worship the heavens and passed by the Holy Ancestor Temple to worship. When he arrived at the palace, it was already dark.

The palace had been renovated and decorated a month in advance, but Wang Degui still frowned and sighed from time to time, scolding the eunuchs and maids to mop the floor and change the bedding. He disliked the fact that it was too dirty, the bed was too hard, and the room was too cold.

"Did you miss this side and not burn the earth dragon?"

After all, although this place is close to the emperor and empress's palace, it is a free place after all. The emperor and empress will not come, so the palace people are lazy and slippery.

Bai Ying sat on the soft couch, holding the stove and yawning: "Even if you burn the earth dragon half a month in advance, there will be no one in the house to raise it, and it will still be the same cold."

She signaled Wang Degui not to make a fuss.

"It's not like I came out here to enjoy happiness."

Wang Degui responded, knelt down diligently, and gently tapped her legs: "Mother, are you tired from riding in the car for such a long time?"

Bai Ying smiled. She was tired, of course she was tired, but she was much more relaxed than when she was demoted from the capital with King Changyang.

What I saw through the hanging veil was a sea of ​​people, and it was really refreshing to hear the shouts of "Long live Your Majesty, Long live Long live Your Majesty."

This thought flashed across her mind, and Bai Ying felt an inexplicable chill on her back. She couldn't help but sit up straight and look back.

Wang Degui hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" and followed suit.

Two maids in the back hall were wiping the pillars of the corridor, and they were both startled when they were suddenly noticed.

"I always feel like someone is looking at me." Bai Ying said.

"Who is looking at you?" Zhang Ze's voice came from outside.

Bai Ying quickly looked away and saw Zhang Ze standing outside the door.

Wang Degui has already saluted respectfully: "Zhongcheng, have you finished your inspection?"

Bai Ying stood up and said hurriedly: "I feel restless when I'm on the road, as if I'm being stared at by something."

She wanted to say it was the sight of a human being, but then she thought about what happened before, and it might not be a human being, but a ghost.

Zhang Ze said: "Your Majesty, you are overthinking it. When you are by the Emperor's side, you are naturally the center of attention. Everyone is curious and speculating..."

That's true, Bai Ying thought, feeling a little proud.

The people were all guessing who could be with the emperor besides the queen.

After giving birth to this royal heir, her name will be known to everyone.

"At that time, my wife's wish will finally come true." Zhang Ze said, sighing at this point, "It's a pity that your family, the Yi tribe, can't celebrate together."

family…..

Bai Ying's expression paused, and then she smiled and reached out to touch her abdomen: "I am in a high position and I am extremely precious. They deserve to die."

Zhang Ze took a step forward: "So where did their crime come from?"

Bai Ying was startled and looked at Zhang Ze who walked through the door. The next moment a bell rang in her ears, and Zhang Ze in front of her suddenly shattered.

She sat up with a yelp.

With bright eyes, Wang Degui was frowning and scolding a palace maid, "Can this incense burner be used? It's not something brought from the palace." After saying that, he turned to look at Bai Ying, blaming himself, and lowered his voice, "My slave has woken up the queen."

Wake up? When did she fall asleep?

Bai Ying looked down at the Sanqing Bell hanging on her waist with her hand on her waist, and stood up suddenly: "There is a ghost-"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Ze's voice came from outside.

"What's up?"

The speaker also walked in, with a chill all over him.

Wang Degui hurriedly saluted: "Zhongcheng, have you finished your inspection?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Bai Ying did not say hello with a smile as before, but stepped back, looking at Zhang Ze with horrified eyes: "You, who are you?"

Wang Degui was startled and hurriedly supported Bai Ying: "Empress, what's wrong with you?"

Why doesn't even Zhong Cheng recognize him?

Zhang Ze looked solemn, thought of something in an instant, took a step back, turned around and called "Wang Tong."

The attendant behind him pushed Wang Tong, who was taking a nap wrapped in a cloak, over.

Wang Tong returned to the Holy Ancestor Temple, but when the emperor paid homage to his ancestor and left today, Zhang Ze asked him to come out again.

Wang Tong looked reluctant.

What he likes to stay up late is to eat, drink and have fun on the boat, rather than to follow Zhang Ze walking non-stop in the winter, almost exhausted.

At this time, he was suddenly pushed in and almost fell down.

"What are you doing?" he shouted.

"Check if there are any evil spirits in this palace." Zhang Ze said, then turned around and ordered the attendants, "Let the group of warlocks check the palace immediately."

Ever since the Jianghu artist demonstrated Zhu You's illusion method, Zhang Ze gathered a group of warlocks and brought them with him on this trip, so that they could check whether anyone was performing illusions at any time.

The attendants responded and left.

Wang Tong could only wave the fly whisk and circle around the hall. No matter what, this was in front of the king, and he still knew what to do.

The palace became noisy, alarming the emperor and empress. Seeing the crowds pouring in and the brighter lights, Bai Ying calmed down.

Know that now is reality, now it is a nightmare.

"You feel something is wrong on the way? Are you being watched? Are you approaching you by transforming into Zhong Cheng?" the emperor asked, holding Bai Ying's hand tightly, feeling nervous and regretful at the same time, "When I passed by the Holy Ancestor Temple, I should have let you Let’s go in together.”

The Queen sneered at the side: "The Holy Ancestors are already watching. There are really evil spirits, and the ancestors can get rid of them." She frowned and looked at Bai Ying's belly, "Ms. Bai, did you really dream about the ghost of Empress Chiang? Who is this emperor?" Is it because of you that you are being coveted? They say that if you don’t do anything bad, you won’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door. Why do you always have nightmares?”

Bai Ying knelt down and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for my incompetence, but I'm guilty..."

She knelt on the ground and was shaking, but she wasn't pretending.

The Queen's words reminded her.

Yes, is it Empress Chiang who is causing trouble, or...

The things she dreamed about, last time and now, actually had nothing to do with Empress Chiang or the emperor. They were about her tireless pursuit of one thing.

Where did the Bai family's sin come from?

Who would ask this? Who cares?

A name comes to mind.

She knew that this monster, this monster was coming!

Bai Ying trembled all over.

Of course, this should never be said.

The emperor looked at Bai Ying kneeling down, anxious and angry.

"Who wants to feel uncomfortable?" he scolded the queen, "You are not pregnant and have a baby, so how can you know how your body will react if you are pregnant?"

This was too much to say, and the queen felt her face burning and hurting. Her lips trembled and she pointed at the emperor. She said "good" several times, then turned around and left.

Bai Ying knelt on the ground and choked with sobs, shouting, "Empress, Empress—"

The emperor had already stretched out his hand to pull her up: "Ignore her!" and urged the imperial doctors to diagnose and treat her.

General Wang Tong inspected the palace and said there was no response, and also gave a very superficial explanation.

"My Majesty has not been out for a long time, her body is weak, and she has been contaminated with evil thoughts on the road, so she feels restless after sleeping. My Majesty has the Sanqing Bell to protect her body, and she has the aura of an emperor. Please rest assured that everything will be fine."

This time, after all, we were driving together. Before leaving, the brothers and sisters had given you some common words before leaving.

The doctors also said that the empress was tired and had moved to a new place. She would just take some soothing medicine.

The emperor then breathed a sigh of relief and stroked Bai Ying: "Don't be afraid, I will accompany you tonight."

Bai Ying leaned into his arms and nodded, then glanced at Zhang Ze and signaled him to speak later.

Zhang Ze understood, bowed and resigned: "I will check the palace again."

After that, he left.

As soon as he exited, Wang Tong suggested: "Can I go back and rest? The evil spirits came once, but they won't come a second time."

Zhang Zeli ignored him and strode forward. Naturally, Wang Tong couldn't walk either and was held hostage by his attendants to follow him.

The patrolling attendant came with two warlocks.

"If the empress is targeted for performing a spell, does this person have to be nearby?" Zhang Ze asked.

A warlock said: "You don't necessarily need to be nearby, sometimes you just need to have seen it."

Seen it? Zhang Ze frowned. His Majesty was traveling today. There was a huge crowd of spectators, and everyone was paying attention. There were countless people who saw Bai Ying. There was no way to investigate this.

Another warlock hurriedly said: "But no matter how powerful the master is, the person may be away, but the borrowed items must be nearby."

Borrow something? Zhang Ze stopped and looked at him.

This was the street artist who showed the transformation of grass birds. Seeing Zhang Ze looking over, he hurriedly pointed to the straw bag in his arms and said: "The human soul is one, and the human soul must be separated. Wherever the magic is applied, There must be a place to stay.”

Zhang Ze suddenly remembered a sentence: "Just like Zhuang Sheng dreaming of butterflies, there must be butterflies first."

The warlock nodded: "That's right."

Zhang Ze understood. He stood in front of the palace and looked around the palace. The night was shrouded in darkness, and the lights flickered, making it seem real and illusive.

…

...The outer hall of the palace, although there were two braziers, was still a little cold. Zhou Jingyun sat at the table and read the book in front of him.

The book was brought from home, the one he read to Zhuang Li before going to bed at night.

When packing his luggage yesterday, Zhuang Li also packed this.

"I'm at home, so I don't need it." She said, "Your Majesty, please familiarize yourself with the rest of the book first, and then read it to me when you come back."

Zhou Jingyun couldn't help but smile, didn't he want to read the book himself? Waiting for him to read it to her.

He raised his head and saw the figure swaying on the chair opposite him.

Zhuang Li is writing, focused and serious.

She still prefers writing, Zhou Jingyun thought, no longer looking at Zhuang Li, lowered his head and continued reading.

I just feel that getting along like this is quiet and peaceful.

Zhuang Li, who was writing on the opposite side, picked up the written words and shook them. The wind caused the pages of the book to turn. The candlestick on the desk suddenly fell down and fell on the pages of the book, and it immediately started to burn.

Zhou Jingyun made an ouch and raised his hand to swat. He heard the door being pushed open with a thud.

He raised his head suddenly, the cold wind hit his face, and Zhang Ze walked in.

"Your Majesty, haven't you slept yet?" he asked.

Zhou Jingyun blinked, his vision became clear, and then he saw the dim lamp and the open book on the table.

He subconsciously glanced at the opposite side. The palace room was small and simple, with only one table and one chair, and there was no sign of Zhuang Li.

I fell asleep while reading a book just now, dreaming of going home.

He stood up and stamped his feet: "Read a book for a while."

Zhang Ze's eyes also fell on the desk, and he said with a smile: "Your Majesty is so diligent, he even brought a book with him."

Zhou Jingyun said: "I am used to reading a few pages of books before going to bed, so that I can fall asleep faster."

As a scholar, Zhang Ze smiled and nodded: "I'm often like this too. I read for a while when I can't fall asleep."

Zhou Jingyun couldn't help but laugh and added: "My wife is too."

I regretted saying this.

The true meaning of what Zhang Ze said was to belittle reading. This was his deliberate bad taste.

He didn't have to glare like others, or flatter him, so why did he talk about Zhuang Li inexplicably?

It's like I can't wait to mention her name...

Zhang Ze was also a little surprised, and immediately smiled, with a teasing look in his eyes: "I understand, it turns out that the prince is alone and has trouble sleeping."

Zhou Jingyun did not explain further and stopped continuing the topic involving his wife. Looking at the people following Zhang Ze, he also heard some noise outside.

"What are you doing!"

"Why are you searching me?"

"For His Majesty's safety."

Zhou Jingyun looked a little puzzled: "Zhongcheng, this is..."

Zhang Ze said: "I received a report that there are prohibited items, so I will search them. I ask your forgiveness and check the items you brought."

Zhou Jingyun hurriedly stepped aside and said, "It is your duty as a minister. Please do as you please, Zhongcheng."

Zhang Ze signaled to the attendants behind him, and two attendants and a warlock came in and started looking through it.

Because we were only staying out for two nights, the palace was fully prepared, and we were not allowed to bring many private items, which were just some shoes, socks, underwear and toiletries.

The warlock read them one by one, and his eyes fell on the books on the table. He picked them up, looked at them, and sniffed them.

"It smells good," he said.

Zhou Jingyun looked at his expression, frowned slightly, and said, "It's the book my wife reads every day."

Women, it is inevitable that they will be tainted by the fragrance.

The warlock smiled, put it down, and shook his head at Zhang Ze, indicating that there was nothing abnormal.

Zhang Ze nodded to Zhou Jingyun: "Your Majesty, please rest early, we have to get up early tomorrow."

Zhou Jingyun raised his hand and returned the salute: "Thank you for your hard work, Zhongcheng."

Zhang Ze led the people out, and the warlock thoughtfully helped to close the door. The noise outside continued.

What happened? What is a forbidden object?

But the less you ask about this kind of thing, the better.

Zhou Jingyun stood quietly for a moment, then walked to the desk and picked up the book. Thinking of the man's words, he subconsciously picked it up and sniffed it.

Where is the fragrance?

Obviously there is only a faint smell of paper and ink.

He shook his head and put away the books on the desk, suddenly thinking of Zhang Zhe's teasing words.

Can't sleep alone?

Is this why he reads in the middle of the night?

Zhou Jingyun couldn't help laughing, shook his head, walked to the bed and sat down, looking at the candlelight.

I don’t know what Zhuang Li is doing.

Have you slept?

Is it possible that you can’t sleep alone?

…

…

The night wind outside the palace was blowing up, rippling like waves.

Zhuang Li's figure undulated with the waves, exiting Bai Ying's dream, exiting Zhou Jingyun's dream, and retreated to the dream of a guard on duty.

Today, I saw the ceremonial guard of the Holy Master on the street, and my eyes touched the memories left behind. I saw the smoked books brought by Zhou Jingyun as objects, and I successfully turned into a dream to explore here today.

Although she experienced the threat of the Imperial Bell, she did not forget her purpose of coming to the capital.

However, Zhuang Li frowned slightly, as if he had indeed forgotten his purpose for a while.

It's as if she came to the capital to really marry Zhou Jingyun...

Maybe, there has never been a chance, and the body is not suitable for taking risks.

She stood on the spear held by Bingwei and looked at the palace in front of her, which was as bright as a galaxy.

Compared to the imperial city, the palace is much smaller.

The good news is that there is no guard like the Imperial Bell here, and being close to Bai Ying will not cause the natural strangulation of Taoism.

The bad news is that Bai Ying still has protection around her, but as soon as she got close, her dream was shattered.

However, despite this, it can be inferred from that sentence that Bai Ying is not sad about the Bai family and the tragic death of her relatives, but rather a little proud.

What is she proud of?

Everyone is proud to be dead, isn't she?

Zhuang Li took a deep breath, and suddenly his feet swayed, and the soldier holding the spear rushed forward.

"Hold the formation, hold the formation." Bingwei roared.

In the dream, the night was no longer peaceful, but billowing like clouds.

Zhuang Li was about to fall off his spear when he suddenly felt a line of sight.

This is the dream of this soldier. He is the master of this dream. The only person who can watch the dream is the master himself.

How could anyone else be watching?

Zhuang Li was startled and subconsciously turned around to look. The next moment, the world was spinning. Without the charging guards and the bright lights of the palace, she stood between heaven and earth.

She lowered her head and saw an empty, tall altar at her feet that seemed to connect heaven and earth.

This is not her dream.

She fell into someone else's dream again.

No, it should be said that I was pulled into a dream by someone else again!

Just like outside Lingquan Temple.

There was another stare from behind.

Zhuang Li turned around.

In the empty world, there was only one pair of eyes, looking at her quietly.

The title is correct.

The previous chapter was a daytime sight.

This chapter is the vision of a dream.

She looked at him, he looked at her, she looked at him, he looked at her, she looked at her, all at random.

(End of this chapter)