Awakening a thousand-year-old memory: the silver-haired imperial concubine

Chapter 129 Nightmare ([-])

The night was so dark that even the half crescent moon that usually hangs in the sky didn't know where it was.

A black shadow flashed out from the General's Mansion, and then two more black shadows followed closely behind.

Mu Yu was running, and suddenly found someone following behind her, she thought to herself, and accelerated the speed of her feet, but saw that the two people were still following at a distance, she turned her mind, and used the lightness kung fu that she had never used before. "Shun Ying", just for a moment, left the sight of those two people.

The two men in black were secretly surprised, they didn't expect that the man's lightness kung fu was so powerful that the two of them couldn't keep up. Immediately, they could only look at each other, then turned and went back to hide outside the general's mansion.

The imperial palace, the resplendent emperor's bedroom is as bright as day under the illumination of several huge luminous pearls.

In the inner hall of the bedroom, on the dragon bed with bright yellow curtains floating all around, Xuanyuan Yifeng was lying quietly.

A figure easily escaped the guards of the palace and the patrols, and came to Xuanyuan Yifeng's bed.

She slowly lifted the bright yellow bed curtains, walked in gently, sat in front of his bed, and looked at the handsome face carved. At this moment, his expression was the same as that of the one in Yuejue Temple more than ten years ago. That night, the majesty and vigilance of the day were withdrawn, and all that remained was as pure and perfect as a child's sweet sleep.

She slowly made a move, wanting to gently support his forehead, but suddenly, his face was twisted in pain, sweat was pouring out one by one, and he shouted, "Xiaoyu! Don't! Don't let go! "

It doesn't matter, he was still waving his hand around, just in time to touch her hand that she hadn't taken back in the future, and he grabbed her hand as if grabbing a life-saving straw. The expression on his face slowly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth suddenly opened. A flower called a smile.

After a while, she saw that he had returned to his original sound sleep, and then she slowly wanted to withdraw her hand, but even if the man fell asleep, he seemed to be consciously grabbing it tightly, just like in that year. That cliff edge.

After finally breaking free, she saw that his brows were wrinkled again, and his face seemed to be twisted again. She felt a pain in her heart. Could it be that he has been brooding over that matter all these years, or why would he have nightmares? Will you call your own name?
Thinking of this, she stretched out her hand to gently hold his hand, but saw his brows relaxed, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked.

……

In the early morning, Xuanyuan Yifeng slowly opened his eyes and looked at his right hand. He had a good sleep last night. The nightmare that had plagued him for more than ten years did not appear, but he felt that someone had come and pulled his right hand. Hand, just like when I held that girl's hand that year, it felt so real, but I didn't want to wake up, fearing that when I woke up, I found that it was just a dream again.

……

After the prime minister died, Xia Dongming began to believe that Mu Yu was really working for him.

And several loyal ministers also began to die of various reasons one after another.

For a moment, all the ministers in the capital were in a tense atmosphere. No one knew whether they would be the next to die. Only a few people in Xia Dongming's group were not so panicked.

(End of this chapter)