Chapter 750: A beautiful girl followed Xiao Yi

Nan Baoyi put on his cloak and hurried into the next bedroom.
A strong scent of calming nerves blows over his face.
She sneezed hard and rubbed the itchy nose.
On both sides of the dormitory, there are burning brass crane-shaped lamps, which illuminate the whole hall as bright as day. The carved windows are opened, and the large curtains bulge sharply in the cold wind.
Light and shadow are bright and dark.
In the day, the heroic Di Ji, sitting on the side of the couch, with long blue silk piled up on the silk quilt, making her face pale and thin, her eyes dark as an abyss, with unbearable pain hidden, and her temples are full of cold sweat. It can be seen how frightened it was.
She was holding a long sword in her hand, and most of the silk bed was chopped off.
"She's here again..."
She whispered.
The female officials knelt at her feet, crying very hard: "The slaves and maidservants are all guarding in the hall. It is just a dream to come. Your Highness, don't panic..."
Xiao Qingyang raised his eyes and looked at Nan Baoyi.
Nan Baoyi walked through the candlelight to the side of the couch.
She sat on the couch, held Xiao Qingyang's cold hand, and said with concern: "What did your Highness dream about?"
Xiao Qingyang bowed his head.
The hand of the little girl from the southern family was soft and warm.
She thought that she was his cousin, her icy expression was slightly softer, and she whispered:
"Since returning to Chang'an half a month ago, I have often dreamed of a terrible woman.
"At first I dreamed of her. She was standing outside the hall in white clothes and disheveled hair. I knew she was looking at me, but I couldn't see her face clearly.
"The second time I dreamed of her, she stepped on the threshold of the hall and was still looking at me. Her nails were very long, and she had a gloomy color in the dream.
"The third time I dreamed of her, she stood by the candlelight, got closer to me, and laughed strangely at me, Xuxu said something..."
Xiao Qingyang seemed to be unable to speak any longer, pursing his pale lips.
Nan Baoyi took out the handkerchief and gently wiped the cold sweat between her forehead: "What about tonight?"
Xiao Qingyang raised his long sword and pointed at a place two feet away.
Her hands were shaking.
As if afraid of being heard by others, her voice was extremely soft: "If I dream a few more times, she will appear next to my bed, right? What will happen at that time?"
Nan Baoyi does not believe in ghosts and gods.
She stared at two feet away.
It was empty and there was nothing.
A vigorous charcoal fire was burning in the hall, and the cold wind came through the window, blowing some sparkling ashes into the sky, and disappeared for a while.
The nightmare of Emperor Ji gradually became known to others in the palace.
The palace has lost too many lives, 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: to protect Emperor Ji from harm.
Otherwise, she don't want the Nanjia file.
Nan Baoyi was speechless for a while, always feeling that she had been used by Empress Shen as a free maid.
That night, the poinsettia came by the order of Queen Shen and guarded it outside the sleeping hall.
He smiled and said: "Weird power and chaos, no one can escape the eyes of this way. Little Junior Sister and Di Ji just sleep at ease, and be sure to sleep until dawn."
Nan Baoyi doesn't believe him very much.
There are no ghosts and gods in the world, and she only believes that someone is secretly making ghosts.
She untied her clothes and went to bed with Xiao Qingyang.
She refused to sleep, sat on the corner of the bed with her sword in her arms, and bit herself when she was very sleepy.
Seeing that after midnight, her eyelids were fighting, and when she gradually relaxed her vigilance, Xiao Qingyang suddenly screamed.
The young Di Ji, wearing a sword, slashed angrily at the outside of the account.
The tents were torn apart, and the brass crane-shaped lamps collapsed one after another.
Nan Baoyi was at a loss.
In this hall, apart from the female officials guarding the side, there is clearly no outsider.
She followed Xiao Qingyang's horrified gaze, only to see a few ashes that were igniting the sparkling fire, passing in the wind like a butterfly.
She hugged Xiao Qingyang worriedly: "Di Ji..."
Xiao Qingyang fell into her arms in horror.
The girl is now full of blue and black, obviously on the verge of collapse: "She's here again... this time, she is already standing by the bed, smiling at my palace Jiejie, saying that my palace killed her... She is Xiuxiu , Xiuxiu is back!"
Nan Baoyi was at a loss.
Who is Xiusu?
Xiao Qingyang slowly sat back on the couch and threw away the sharp sword with a "clang".
She raised her hand, rubbed her temples lightly, and whispered: "Tonight, I can't sleep anymore. Cai'er, pack my things, go to Wanguo Temple tomorrow, I want to see him."
The head of the Guazi face female officer immediately respectfully said yes.
Nan Baoyi was confused.
She followed Cai'er to the side hall to pack her things, and curiously asked, "Who is Xiuxiu?"
Cai'er looked sad: "It's my sister. Like me, she is also the maid who has served her highness since childhood. Three years of study trips, A sister and I followed His Royal Highness around. Later, when we crossed the border of southern Xinjiang, A sister was caught The refugees went into captivity. When they were found, it was half a month later. Sister A... died miserably in the refugee’s den. Your Royal Highness has always blamed herself, thinking about it, I’m afraid it was because she blamed herself that she dreamed about it. Sister's, right?"
Nan Baoyi thoughtfully.
She asked again: "Who is the person you want to see when you go to the Wanguo Temple?"
"It's your majesty's sweetheart." Cai'er lowered her voice, "Don't look at your Highness's engagement, but the marriage to the Wei family was not what she wanted. Your Highness fell in love with the young ranger he met during the study tour, but the ranger was right. My sister is deeply rooted in love. Because of her tragic death, he became a monk and became a monk in the Wanguo Temple."
After Cai'er finished speaking, she was busy packing up her things.
Nan Baoyi was stunned on the spot.
How do you listen, the young ranger is her fifth brother!
When she was in a trance, a bowl of hot sesame glutinous rice appeared in front of her.
Poinsettia smiled: "Will you eat midnight snack?"
Nan Baoyi has no appetite.
She turned her back and muttered: "What do you mean by sleeping until dawn, but your Highness is not a nightmare? Bragging!"
Poinsettia raises eyebrows.
Little Junior Sister doesn't even worship him!
Also said he brags!
The little sister who can't flatter is not cute at all.
He personally ate the glutinous rice balls, and said vaguely: "You are not happy when you say that, brother, wait, I will go back to arrange the divination, this case, the brother will definitely give you an explanation..."
He carried the glutinous rice and walked out while eating.
Looks like a fortune teller, there is no fairy style.
When he worked out the truth, Di Ji had already been scared to death.
Nan Baoyi thought, secretly saying that she didn't expect this servant.
When the belly of the fish was white in the east, Nan Baoyi followed Xiao Qingyang's guard of honor to the Wanguo Temple on the outskirts of the city.
The pavilion of the Wanguo Temple is towering, with towering ancient cypresses.
Nan Baoyi ran into a familiar group of people outside the mountain gate.
She was surprised: "Why are you here?"
Zhou Lingshu was holding the jade belt cake bought from the vendor, and said in surprise: "Follow King Yong to investigate the case, why are you here?"
"It's a long story—"
Nan Baoyi was talking, her eyes were suddenly attracted by Xiao Yi.
He turned his back to this side, admiring the patterns on the wall of the Buddhist temple.
And behind him, there was a beautiful girl!
,
I am super punctual today