This night seemed to be a long night.

Some are happy and some are sad.

However, Nan Yan was unexpectedly not very emotional. I wonder if it was because too many things happened today that made her heart very tired. Soon, she fell asleep deeply.

But the dream is not peaceful either.

She walked into the silence, which was filled with depression again and again. As the door slowly opened, a desolate and old-fashioned smell rushed towards her.

It makes people feel even more dazed, as if they are walking in the long river of time.

Everything around seemed to be flowing like flowing water, while Nanyan was stepping forward step by step, as if stepping on cotton.

Following the notes on the wooden rack, she looked for them one by one.

Soon, deep in the Ku Mansion, I found the wooden frame marked "Gui Chou Year". The second layer of the wooden frame was placed with several booklets covered with thick dust.

That is the record of the copy of the Imperial Imperial.

She reached out and picked up one of them directly.

I already knew what was written on it, and I was even silently reciting it, don't open it, don't open it, but the hands in my dream couldn't stop taking the book down and slowly turned to that page

"ah!"

Nan Yan suddenly opened her eyes and sat up from the bed.

At this time, the room was already open.

It was dawn outside, and you could hear the sound of the little palace maid and eunuch walking around and busy.

She was sweating profusely, and her close clothes were moistened by sweat, and they were tightly pressed against her body.

"What's wrong?"

Just when Nan Yan was still indulging in her dream, her heartbeat almost stopped and her breathing was suffocating, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

Like the sound of a nightmare.

She turned her head suddenly, but saw a tall figure sitting by the bed, and at this moment, she was looking down at her.

There was a little tenderness in his eyes.

"Have you had a nightmare?"

While saying that, he reached out and gently wiped away the cold sweat of beans on her face. He gently stroked a strand of sweat-wet hair behind her ears and said, "It's okay, it's okay if you wake up."

"…Emperor, Emperor?"

Nan Yan's hoarse voice slowly said: "You"

How could it be here?

When did Zhu Feng come and why did he sit by his bed?

He was dressed neatly, not as if he had just gotten up, but instead he seemed to have done something, or was about to do something.

Zhu Feng looked at her and said, "I just got the morning court and came to see you."

“…”

"So, I saw you were still sleeping."

“…”

"Why did you sleep so late? Wasn't you too tired yesterday?"

“…”

Nan Yan looked at him and felt a dry throat at this time. I don’t know if it was because she was talking in a sleep or because of some reason, her throat was sore.

Just as she was about to say something, she was so choked that she started coughing.

"Cough cough, cough cough cough..."

When Zhu Feng saw her, he hurriedly got up and brought her a cup of tea.

At this time, Nanyan didn't care how amazing the emperor was to serve tea and water to the concubine. She just took it and drank it in big mouthfuls, and then she felt a little better when she almost felt her throat was getting angry.

Zhu Feng said: "What's wrong? Are you having a nightmare?"

“…”

"Seeing how nervous you were just now, you said those words."

When Nan Yan heard this, he suddenly became nervous again.

She raised her head and looked at Zhu Feng with her eyes flashing: "I just talked to her sleep?"

"Um."
Chapter completed!