I can't die!I haven't ruled the world yet!

Hearing this, Rong Cen's eyebrows jumped.

She turned her head to look at Wen Dai, only to see that she was very sad, with a gloomy expression, as if she had thought of something terrible.

At first, what Wendy told her was that she had a prophetic dream and could solve her problems.

But now, when the other party spit out the word "never", he was extremely decisive without any hesitation.

Wen Dai has always been honest enough with Rong Cen.

But precisely because of this, it is obvious that there is no such thing as "prediction" in this world.

The "precognitive dream" that Wen Dai said was just her own illusion.

But what would make Wendy think that she had a prophetic dream?
When does a person feel that something has a foreknowledge?
Rong Cen twisted the beautiful porcelain cup in his hand with his fingertips, rolled over its smooth and icy base, his gaze casually passed through the crystal clear tea soup, and inadvertently glanced at the hem of the dragon robe.

To the right of the center, where the totem with the nine-clawed dragon pattern lingered, there was a tea stain, which made the fabric dark yellow.

Perhaps the stain has been around for some time, and the color has gradually turned black. It looks quite old and has a sense of history.

Rong Cen stretched out his free hand and pointed, but it didn't get wet at all.So she exerted some strength and rubbed her fingers on the dragon robe, but there was still no water stain.

The stain she thought was caused by accidentally spilling the tea soup due to unsteady movements was nothing at all.

With a flash of thought, Rong Cen suddenly remembered something.

It dawned on me.

Earlier, when she just returned to Dayin, she picked up the purple hair brush that she used to when she was young after being away for many years. Her wrist strength was not stable, and the brush was not strong enough, and because she used it up and down, she inevitably got too much ink, so Then he tapped the pen holder with his fingers and dusted off the excess ink, but accidentally, his fingers splashed on the breast of the dragon robe.

That day, she should have just come to court not long ago, the mighty emperor's court clothes were stained, and the faucet seemed to be sealed with blood, which looked like the last fake.

Zhou Geng, who hadn't been sent away by Rong Cen at that time, exclaimed in shock, with a look of bad luck all over his face, and immediately asked her to change into a clean dragon robe, without exception.

Zhou Geng said that he was going to burn the ominous thing, but she stopped her on the grounds that "it is not appropriate to be extravagant and wasteful".

Later, Zhou Geng washed it himself, put it in a cabinet in the corner after drying, and never took it out to see the sun again.

today……

Rong Cen inadvertently glanced at the torrential rain outside the door and window, thick smoke was rising outside the Hall of Renzheng, as if some palace in the imperial city had been flooded and caught fire.

Maybe it's because it's been raining a lot lately and there's no sunny day, so I really don't have any clothes to change.

Rong Cen's dragon robes are not too many. She is not a luxurious high-ranking person. Although the soul that occupied her body before is fatuous and innocent, the point is that stupidity lies in licentious pleasure. No matter how squandered it is, it is listening to songs Appreciating music is spending a lot of money for male pets, not for food and clothing.

So she really doesn't have much clothes.

Just like that, Rong Cen actually put on the dragon robe that Zhou Geng said a few months ago was an ominous omen and almost burned because he thought it was bad luck.

What was she thinking at that time?

It seems to feel that it doesn’t matter if there are stains, and it doesn’t matter if they are not clean. Maybe one day, you will believe that it is just a stained tea stain, and you can still smell the light and long-lasting mellow tea soup.

Thinking of this, Rong Cen couldn't help smiling.

She still has the leisure to recall this trivial matter and joke to herself.

Sighing a little, he thought about the doubts just now, but his thoughts seemed to be completely opened, and Mao Sai suddenly understood.

A small event may not be noticeable in the moment, but what if, a long time later, something big happens that is related to that small event that happened long ago?

Just like Wendy's "precognitive dream"!
At first Wendy might not believe it, but it was just a nonsensical nightmare.But when she found that the things in the dream happened in reality, and they were exactly the same as in the dream...

Then, she will gradually believe in the reality of the dream, and subconsciously attribute that dream to a "precognitive dream".

But just now, Rong Cen asked her——

"Did you ever have such a scene in your dream?"

"Never."

What does this mean?
Rong Cen took a sip of his tea, and suddenly remembered the novel routines he had heard his roommates discuss in the new era.

What about the girl who wears a book and saves herself, counterattacks and slaps her in the face, and... reborn and comes back for revenge.

When did Wendy confess that she had a "precognitive dream"?

Rong Cen frowned, as if after the Duke's mansion was assassinated?

The old Duke passed away unfortunately, the old lady was frightened, and Wen Dai got two swords in her body...

And, Wen Dai said that in the future, the Wen family will be framed by treacherous ministers as treason and rebels, and the whole family will be ransacked...

One after another, the family and the country hate each other, and they are irreconcilable.

Could it be that Wendy took the rebirth revenge script this time?

Rong Cen's brows were tightly furrowed, his face was calm, and he was brainstorming in his heart.

Previously in the new era, she was devoted to esoteric knowledge and advanced technology, thinking of returning from her studies to build Dayin, she did not spend time on eating, drinking and having fun, and even felt that the leisure and entertainment brought about by socializing with her roommates and classmates was a waste of her time.

Now it seems that it was a mistake.She should understand all aspects. When the economy develops, it is time to solve spiritual needs. In the long run, it will be the general trend.

What's more, Rong Cen's world is nothing more than a novel in the final analysis. If she watches a little bit of film and television dramas or audiobooks of that world in another world, she can also figure out some routines for fictional stories.

Not to mention predicting Dayin's direction in advance, but at the moment, Wen Dai's story line, can she guess it accurately?
However, Rong Cen was [-]% sure that Wen Dai was reborn in [-]% of the [-] times. In her previous life, she might have died when Wen's family was raped and beheaded.

So now she knows that Wen Youzi Wen Zhao is not a good person, and she has already taken precautions.

I just don't know if Wen Dai herself knows that she is reborn.Or because she is a pure ancient native and has no concept of rebirth, she feels that all the things that happened in the previous life were just a big dream, and those tragic things happened one by one in reality, making that nightmare accurately confirmed, and Wendy couldn't help it. Believe it or not, it is a "precognitive dream".

But now, the direction is different from Wendy's dream, and I don't know which link caused the accident.

In this way, Wen Dai has no way to rescue the disaster.

After reasoning to this point, Rong Cen didn't think about it any more, and broke the silence of the Hall of Renzheng.

"Ruoxu, you've almost recuperated. If you have free time recently, take the concubines of the harem to the Tai Hospital to do some medical treatment with Xiao Tai."

Rong Cen changed his original mind and temporarily stated a new plan.

The Tai Hospital is short of manpower, except for Xie Lingling, the young and strong must also be dispatched to rescue floods and prevent plagues.There are tens of thousands of people in the imperial city and 3000 beauties in the harem. They can't just sit and wait for others to come to rescue them. They must be "utilized" to turn them into useful materials, so that it is not a waste of state treasury expenditure.

Wen Dai is thoughtful and intelligent, so she understands everything naturally, knowing that she is not completely useless, she swept away the loneliness and frustration just now, and responded gently: "Okay, don't worry, Your Majesty, I will definitely concentrate on studying medical skills with all my sisters and sisters, In case of emergencies. The concubine is not talented, if your Majesty has other arrangements, you can also order the concubine."

She was really not being modest when she said "not talented".

Wen Dai's literary attainments are quite high, she is a rare and genuine talented woman, not to mention famous in the whole world, she is definitely famous in Dayin.

But she is really not very good at other aspects. In ancient boudoirs, women rarely go out and have little knowledge. As the saying goes, "read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles." To put it bluntly, they are hostages, there is no freedom, and no matter how many strange people and strange things you see and hear, it is not as good as experiencing it yourself.

Therefore, Wen Dai knew that she lacked experience and could not be a strategic think tank.In addition, the harem is not allowed to intervene in politics, and various factors hinder her from opening her mouth.

In short, just follow the instructions.

"Well, I haven't thought of anything else yet. If something happens, I will definitely send someone to look for you. At that time, Ruoxu shouldn't feel bothered." Rong Cen is much more relaxed when dealing with smart people, and he is in the mood to joke.

"Your Majesty, don't make fun of your concubines."

It just so happened that Wan Li came in with refreshments. As soon as the door of the hall was opened and closed, it was seen that it was raining heavily in a ladle.

"Your Majesty, Concubine Shu, the Empress Dowager ordered ginger tea to be boiled in the small kitchen. The Empress Dowager specially sent someone to ask you to come in more to drive out the cold and reduce the fever."

The two drank two large cups of ginger tea as promised, and the strong smell of ginger diffused throughout the entire Renzheng Hall.

"Your Majesty, Concubine Jiang asks to see you."

Before Wen Dai finished her drink, she listened to the loud report from the little eunuch outside, her high-pitched voice was almost drowned out by the rain.

Hearing this, Wen Dai took a quick sip of ginger tea, got up and left consciously, without waiting for Rong Cen to stay any longer, she drove back to the palace along the corridor with the big maid who had been waiting in the outer hall for a long time.

It was raining heavily, and it was inconvenient to take a sedan chair, so the two ladies came and went on foot.

Under the corridor of the Hall of Renzheng, Wen Dai and Jiang Ting's master and servant met briefly. They nodded to each other as a sign of etiquette and said hello briefly.

"Your Majesty, why did you summon me here?"

Jiang Ting is not like Wen Dai who is gentle and careful, she is worried and worried, she is happy, lively and cheerful, and her mood is not at all influenced by the unlucky rain that is flooding.

Rong Cen noticed her address again.A very casual "Your Majesty", and "you" and "I" without the sense of dignity and inferiority of imperial power supremacy in ancient society.

As a concubine, she should call herself a "concubine" or "concubine". Even if her status is lower, she should call herself a "concubine" or even a "servant".

Rong Cen does not have the idea that men are superior to women, and she does not approve of this deformed feudal remnant from the bottom of her heart. But in terms of facts, Dayin is in the background of ancient times, and everyone else is like this. In comparison, only Jiang Ting is different.

Jiang Ting's words and deeds are against this background, she seems out of tune with this era.

Concentrated, Rong Cen cast a faint smile at her, and joked like beating or probing: "Now you are more and more disregarding etiquette and disrespect, and you don't even greet me when you see me."

"Your Majesty, who are we and who? Why do we see each other? We meet so many times a day. It's so troublesome to ask for peace." Jiang Ting didn't feel any malice, so he did whatever he wanted, but he waved his handkerchief as perfunctory He bowed his knees and saluted Sheng An: "Okay, the concubine is being polite, please greet your majesty! Join your majesty! Your majesty is auspicious! Long live your majesty, long live, long live!"

She uttered a lot of auspicious words from film and television dramas in one breath. I don't know which dynasty the author of the novel referred to and wrote the story. Anyway, her words are mixed from different dynasties, and there are always blind cats and dead mice.

As soon as she finished speaking, she sat down, casually pulled out the long towel that was draped over the seat, touched it, and it was half wet and half dry.

It should have been used by Concubine Wen Shu just now.

Jiang Ting didn't mind, she grabbed the dry end and wiped the rain off her body.

"Your Majesty, I called my concubine over, but I didn't say anything about it. Could it be that I miss my concubine, just to see my concubine?"

She joked while wiping, not idle, staring at the two empty soup cups on the table, with unknown things deposited underneath, but when she breathed in, the air of Injeongjeong Hall still had a pungent, pungent smell. Presumably it should be the ginger tea that the Empress Dowager ordered all the palace to drink.

Jiang Ting stuck out the tip of her tongue and looked away, without opening up the topic.

Nonsense, she just finished drinking.

When she heard the order, she immediately asked the grand maid to put money into the imperial dining room, saying that there was no need to prepare the Zhanlan Temple, and Jiang Ting was not willing to drink it, so she lied that she had already drunk it.

As a result, the Empress Dowager found out from nowhere that drinking more is beneficial, so she asked the palace maid to give a big bowl in the rain.

It just so happened that the little six next to His Majesty came to invite Jiang Ting to use this as an excuse to escape, but the little maid was timid and refused to let her go unless she drank...

There is no way, Jiang Ting can only dry it in one bowl.On the way to the Hall of Renzheng, she wanted to vomit countless times.

The moment I saw the female goose, with all kinds of filters, I felt much more comfortable, and the nausea that I had finally suppressed suddenly surged up again when I saw the two big soup cups on the dragon case.

"What's wrong?" Rong Cen asked concerned.

"It's all right." Jiang Ting squeezed a handkerchief to cover her mouth, and asked the little six to take down the soup cup. After seeing nothing, she struggled to calm down the raging nausea, swallowed the sweet and bitter taste of ginger soup in her throat, and swore Haha: "Your Majesty, don't think that I am pregnant..."

The word "pregnancy" came to his lips, Jiang Ting remembered that there was no such word in ancient times?She wasn't sure if there was any, and she avoided talking about it because she was afraid of revealing her secrets.

"What the hell is your majesty calling me a concubine?"

After talking for a long time, she still couldn't remember what she called herself, no wonder the female goose felt that she was disrespectful.

Fortunately, His Majesty is her female goose, but if someone else becomes His Majesty, she will say "you" and "I", and her life will be gone eight hundred times.

"I remember that you once confessed to me that you have the ability to predict." Rong Cen still cut to the chase and went straight to the point.

"Ah..." Jiang Ting responded for two seconds. In order to gain the trust of the female goose, she had indeed surrendered like this before, "Yes, foreknowledge."