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Diary, open

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A day long ago.

Ninghuan had a dream.

There was a dazzling red around, as if the whole country was celebrating.

And she stood at the entrance of the hall.

Only the eunuch in charge shouted: "The enthronement ceremony."

She didn't hear the next few words clearly, but she saw the tall and straight man at first glance.

Then, she walked into the magnificent hall wearing a phoenix robe...

She felt silence around her, and there was only the man standing in the hall waiting for her in her eyes.

The man she was so familiar with, the man who made the ministers and the people prostrated.

He was wearing a dragon robe, fierce and majestic.

When they looked at each other, she saw the tenderness in his eyes.

Everyone is afraid of her, but she is not afraid.

She smiled brightly, as bright as a rose, and walked to him step by step.

He reached out and held her hand, and the warmth conveyed from the palm made her feel extremely at ease.

The moment I turned around.

All the ministers knelt down and shouted in unison...

"Long live my emperor."

"The Empress, a thousand years old, a thousand years old."

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Dreams gradually become illusion.

Everything became blurred.

After Ning Huan woke up, she realized that it was a dream.

But the dream was so real, as if it had happened to her...

She was a little scared, and subconsciously leaned towards Quan Shaocheng, nestled into his arms, and wrapped her slender arms around his strong waist.

"What did you dream about?" He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and asked indulge in spite of him.

Perhaps knowing that she was afraid, he held her with his backhand, making her body closer to his body, passing on warmth and peace of mind to her, and giving her the little woman he loved the most.

"I dreamed of the enthronement ceremony, and I ascended the throne and became the queen..."

"Who is the emperor?"

Ninghuan reached out and poked his chest gently, "You, if it were someone else, I would rather behead than sit in this back seat..."

Quan Shaocheng chuckled, reached out and raised her chin and kissed her lips.

"I dreamed that I only spoiled you, which made the Three Palaces and Six Courts jealous, in order to settle the Three Palaces and Six Courts..."

Ninghuan was nervous and reached out and grabbed his hand, "So, so you went to another woman? Is the rain and dew evenly?"

Ninghuan was so angry that she shook his hand away, and her slender fingers grabbed his hard chest muscles.

Quan Shaocheng held her hand, put it on his lips and kissed her, and smiled and said, "In order to settle the three palaces and six courtyards, I have disbanded the entire harem, leaving you alone."

Ninghuan laughed when he heard his words...

She raised her head and kissed him several times on his sexy thin lips.

"Did you regret it in your dream?"

“Never.”

The moment he finished speaking, Ninghuan was stunned.

The next second, he turned over and suppressed her under him...

After a while, she gasped and lay in his arms.

All I could hear his low voice sounding again: "It's not a dream."

Ninghuan was stunned, "What, what?"

"It was a previous life."

"Previous life?" Ning Huan was even more shocked and thought she had heard it wrong.

"Yes." He nodded.

She asked, "Is it you and me in your previous life?"

Quan Shaocheng nodded again.

"How did you know?"

"On the day of my honeymoon, I met a master and gave me a letter."

"The letter wrote about our past lives?"

He nodded.

Ninghuan suddenly thought of the wisp of blue smoke she saw in the elevator on the honeymoon...

She always thought that she had read it wrong, but that was so real, just like that dream, just like what she had experienced...

If it was really a previous life, she would believe it.

In the past life, did the emperor and the emperor and the empress?

Ninghuan looked at Quan Shaocheng and reached out to wrap his hand around his neck.

"Husband, why are you a sensible person in your past and present life?"

"Son of God, huh?"

Ninghuan burst out laughing, "Then I am the true destiny of Mr. Quan, the chosen son of God?"

"Yes." He answered firmly without hesitation.

"I have been together in my past and present lives, what about the next life?" Ning Huan hugged him tightly and pressed his fair cheeks against his chest...

"I surrender to you for generations, huh?"

Ning laughed brightly, just like in a dream, as brilliant as a rose.

Quan Shaocheng's lips raised his head and hugged her tightly.

He didn't tell her the end of the letter, and there were two more words.

The red rope is tightly wrapped.

Love for generations, love for generations.
Chapter completed!