Nan Baoyi put on a cloak and hurried into the next bedroom.

The rich fragrance of peace and soul hits my face.

She sneezes hard and rubs the itchy tip of her nose.

On both sides of the bedroom, brass crane-shaped lamps were lit, illuminating the entire hall as bright as daylight. The carved windows were opened and the wide curtains bulged sharply in the cold wind.

The light and shadow are bright and dark.

During the day, the heroic princess sat by the couch, with long black hair piled up on the brocade quilt, making her face pale and thin, and her eyes were as dark as an abyss, hiding unbearable pain. Her temples were covered with cold sweat, which shows how much frightened she was.

She held a long sword in her hand, and most of the silk bed was cut down.

"She's here again..."

She whispered.

The female officials knelt at her feet and cried very hard: "I am all guarding the hall. I think it's just a dream. Don't panic..."

Xiao Qingyang raised his eyes and looked at Nan Baoyi.

Nan Baoyi walked through the candlelight and walked to the edge of the couch.

She sat by the couch, held Xiao Qingyang's cold hand, and said with concern: "What did your Highness dream about?"

Xiao Qingyang lowered his head.

The hands of the little girl in the Nan family are soft and warm.

She thought that she was his cousin, and her icy expression was a little softer, and she whispered:

"Since I returned to Chang'an half a month ago, I often dreamed of a terrible woman.

"At first I dreamed that she was wearing white clothes and standing outside the hall with her hair disheveled. I knew she was looking at me, but I couldn't see her appearance clearly.

"The second time I dreamed of her, she stepped into the threshold of the hall and was still staring at me. Her nails were long and she was gloomy in her dream.

"The third time I dreamed of her, she stood by the candlelight, got closer to me, and even laughed at me strangely, saying something..."

Xiao Qingyang seemed unable to speak anymore and pursed his pale lips.

Nan Baoyi took out the handkerchief and gently wiped her forehead and sweated coldly: "Where is tonight?"

Xiao Qingyang raised his long sword and pointed at a place two meters away.

Her hands were shaking a little.

As if she was afraid of being heard, she was very soft: "If you dream a few more times, she will appear beside my bed, right? What will happen at that time?"

Nan Baoyi does not believe in ghosts and gods.

She stared two feet away.

There was empty and nothing.

A strong charcoal fire was burning in the hall. The cold wind came through the window, blowing some ash with sparkling fire in the air, and disappeared in a moment.

The nightmare of the Emperor's daughter gradually became known to others in the palace.

The palace has ruined too many lives, and it is not a clean place.

So Empress Shen ordered Xiao Qingyang to move to the newly built palace in the southeast corner.

Nan Baoyi took another task: protecting Emperor Ji.

Otherwise, she would not want the Nan family files.

Nan Baoyi was speechless for a moment, and always felt that she was being called by Queen Shen as a free maid.

That night, Yipinhong came on the order of Queen Shen and deliberately guarded outside the bedroom.

He smiled and said, "The strange powers and gods cannot escape the eyes of this Taoist Dharma. The younger sister and the emperor just sleep with peace of mind, so that they will sleep until dawn."

Nan Baoyi doesn't believe him much.

There are no ghosts and gods in the world, she only believes that someone is secretly making trouble.

She untied her clothes and accompanied Xiao Qingyang to bed.

She refused to sleep, and sat at the corner of the bed with her sword in her arms. She bit herself when she was very sleepy.

Seeing midnight, when she was fighting with her eyelids and gradually relaxed her vigilance, Xiao Qingyang suddenly screamed.

The young princess, wearing a sword, angrily chopped outside the tent.

The curtains were broken, and brass crane-shaped lamps collapsed one after another.

Nan Baoyi was confused.

In this hall, there was clearly no outsider except for the female officials guarding next to him.

She looked along Xiao Qingyang's fearful gaze and saw only a few ashes lit with rippling fire, fleeting in the wind like a butterfly.

She hugged Xiao Qingyang worriedly: "The Emperor..."

Xiao Qingyang fell into her arms in horror.

The girl is now covered with blue and black, and is obviously on the verge of collapse: "She is here again... This time, she has stood by the bed and smiled at me, saying that I have killed her life... She is Xiuxiu, Xiuxiu is back!"

Nan Baoyi was confused when she heard it.

Who is Xiuxiu?

Xiao Qingyang slowly sat back on the couch, threw away the sharp sword with a "clang".

She raised her hand, rubbed her temples gently, and whispered: "Tonight, I can no longer fall asleep. Caier, pack up and go to Wanguo Temple tomorrow, I want to see him."

The female official in the head of the melon-faced face immediately respectfully called it.

Nan Baoyi was confused.

She followed Cai'er to the side palace to pack up her things and said curiously: "Who is Xiuxiu?"

Caier looked sad: "It's my sister. Like me, she has also served the palace maids by His Highness since she was a child. After three years of study tour, My sister and I followed His Highness around. Later, when we crossed the southern border, My sister was taken away by refugees. When we found her, it was half a month later. My sister... died miserably in the refugee's nest. Your Highness has always been very guilty. I think it's because I was too guilty that I dreamed of My Sister?"

Nan Baoyi was thinking.

She asked again: "Who is the one you want to meet when you go to Wanguo Temple?"

"It's Your Highness's sweetheart." Cai'er lowered her voice, "Don't you see that Your Highness is engaged, but her marriage to the Wei family was not what she wanted. Your Highness fell in love with the young goose he met during his study tour, but that goose fell in love with my sister. Because of her tragic death, he became a monk and was in Wanguo Temple."

After Cai'er finished speaking, she was busy packing her things.

Nan Baoyi stood there in a daze.

How can I listen? That Ranger Boy is all her fifth brother!

When she was in a daze, a bowl of hot sesame dumplings appeared in front of her.

Poinsettia smiled: "Do you eat late supper?"

Nan Baoyi has no appetite.

She turned her back and muttered, "What did you say that you will wake up until dawn, but your Highness is still a nightmare? Bragging!"

Poinsettia raised her eyebrows.

The junior sister doesn’t even admire him!

He also said he bragged!

The young junior sister who can't flatter her is not cute at all.

He started eating dumplings personally and said vaguely: "You will be unhappy if you say this. Wait. I will go back to arrange the hexagrams and arrange the formation. For this case, my senior brother will definitely give you an explanation..."

He held the dumplings and walked out while eating.

It looks like a fortune teller who set up a stall, but there is no immortality.

When he calculated the truth, Emperor Ji had already been scared to death.

Nan Baoyi thought, thinking, thinking that she didn't expect this guy.

When the fish belly was white in the east, Nan Baoyi followed Xiao Qingyang's guard of honor and headed towards Wanguo Temple in the suburbs of the city.

The temple of Wanguo Temple is majestic and ancient cypresses are towering.

Nan Baoyi ran into a familiar group of people outside the mountain gate.

She was surprised: "Why are you here?"

Zhou Lingshu held the jade belt cake [Bayi Chinese website www.81zw.xyz] and said in surprise: "Follow King Yong to investigate the case, why are you here too?"

"It's a long story--"

Nan Baoyi spoke, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by Xiao Yi.

His back is facing here, and he is admiring the patterns on the wall of the Buddhist temple.

And behind him, a beautiful girl was actually following!

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Chapter completed!