The imperial concubine has been flipped again

Chapter 574 Dreamland
Yuanshan Bieyuan.

In the simple and elegant courtyard, there is no other fragrance of flowers and plants except the scent of Zen.

Wearing a monk's robe, Wu Huang sat cross-legged in his usual sitting position, holding a scroll of scriptures spread out in his hands, but his eyes were slightly closed, and he didn't even look at the scriptures.

There is a dullness far away from the world between the delicate and delicate eyebrows.

Just look at him, and feel that the whole world is clear, as if there is no noise, no disputes, and no filth that can't be seen in invisible places.

Wisps of green smoke billowed from the censer, his face was covered by the green smoke, making him look unreal.

The door opened with a "squeak", and Su Xi walked out of the room supporting her limp body.

Standing at the door, she saw that extraordinary figure at a glance, and recognized who that figure belonged to.

All the cleanness and thoroughness in the world are gathered in this monk.

It has long been known that he is extraordinary.

"Shang Wuhuang, why am I here?" She asked softly.

The frightening dark purple color on her pretty face finally faded away, except for the lack of blood, everything was as usual.

It's just that there are traces of weakness in the pleasant voice.

"The noble concubine has a strange poison in her body, the emperor brought the noble concubine here to the little monk."

Wuhuang didn't turn around, and still maintained the previous posture.

Su Xi lifted her foot and walked slowly into the courtyard, and sat down at the low sandalwood table: "You detoxified me?"

Wuhuang sat cross-legged across from her, and he raised his eyes to look at her: "The imperial concubine is recovering well."

"I had a very long dream," Su Xi looked into the distance, "I dreamed that I was walking alone on a narrow ancient road, surrounded by towering trees, and the gloom covered me in it. The more I walked forward Then, a dense black mist became thicker."

She turned to look at Wu Huang: "The mist wrapped me tightly, I struggled in the mist, but what I reached out to catch was the thin air, and finally I felt suffocated."

"When I was very close to death, I suddenly woke up, only to realize that it was a dream I had."

At this point, Su Xi looked at the two closed gates in the middle of the courtyard wall.

She pursed her lips lightly and said nothing more.

When struggling in the dream, all she called out was Ling Juncheng's name.

Just wanted to see him one last time.

She was ecstatic to see a figure breaking through the black mist towards her.

But the last thing she saw was not the man she had been thinking of.

But
She raised her eyes and looked at Wu Huang opposite her.

The person who dispersed the deadly black mist for her was actually Wu Huang.

She wondered why he appeared in her dream.

But the dream was so real that she couldn't tell whether it was real or not.

Wuhuang gently placed the scriptures in his hand in front of Su Xi: "If the imperial concubine is uneasy, why not try to copy the scriptures."

"I don't feel uneasy." Su Xi smiled lightly.

Wuhuang looked at her with a gentle expression: "The appearance is born from the heart, and the imperial concubine's anxiety is written on her face."

Looking at the otherworldly man opposite him, his brows were calm and indifferent, as if his body possessed a powerful energy that no one in the world could match.

Su Xi looked away from his face, and looked down at a scroll of scriptures he handed over.

Glancing over, he couldn't help frowning.

She didn't recognize any of the words on it, but when she saw those words, there was an obvious air flow all over her body.

The air current jumped up and down in her body, forcing her to pick up the pen beside her.

(End of this chapter)