Feng Ming defies the sky: prostitutes do not become concubines

Concubine Ming looked at him quietly, her eyes filled with distress.Why can't he see himself? She is right in front of his eyes, yearning for him like this, but he only thinks about the dead woman named Shui Ningyan!

For a while, the entire inner hall was silent, only the pendulum of the Western Tribute made a knocking sound from time to time.

Baili Cangzhu didn't stay overnight with Concubine Ming, so she naturally had to go back and forth from where.

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"Your Majesty, can you summon other empresses to attend the bed?" the eunuch asked, looking up at Baili Cangzhu who was sitting in front of the dragon case correcting the memorial, holding a tray with a green card in his hand, carefully observing his expression.

"Need not."

"Yes……"

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The shadow of the moon is slanted, and the soft moonlight shines into the room through the window lattice, and the moonlight falls on the wooden comb of the dressing table, which is quiet and cool.

Total darkness……

Since coming to the mortal world, Bi Luo seems to be dreaming every night.

In the dream, there seemed to be a man in Tsing Yi who was smiling at him, his voice seemed to reach the bottom of his heart even after centuries.

Tsing Yi is flamboyant, romantic to the bone.

The person is close in front of his eyes, but it seems that there is a beam of light hitting him, making it difficult for people to see his appearance clearly.

He vaguely heard him calling himself Mo'er, the voice was sad and pitiful, after hearing that voice, it was like countless little bugs scratching people's hearts, and it was unbearable.

"Who the hell are you?!" Every time she asked him like this, she always woke up from her dream, but this time the scene changed suddenly, and the man's face gradually became clear, but it was a face that she had never seen before.

Under the moonlit night, he held a wine glass and poured wine into his mouth.He was clearly drinking, but his movements were as graceful and calm as he could do.

Although it was night, for some reason, Bi Luo could still feel a little bit of drunkenness on his originally morbid face, but the moonlight was hazy, and he was too far away, so he still couldn't see clearly. .

"Master, don't drink any more. Even if you miss Madam, you still have to think about your body!" A man who came out of nowhere suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, grabbed the wine glass from the man with one hand, and frowned. Consolation said.

It looked like it should be the entourage of the man in Tsing Yi, but since he dared to take the wine glass from him so boldly, he must be a entourage with a certain degree of reliance.

Bi Luo commented in her heart, unaware that the follower was Xin Yi whom she had disliked each other many times back then.

"Give it to me." The man in Tsing Yi didn't seem to care, but Bi Luo felt somewhat familiar with just two words.

It seems that in memory, there is also a person with such a stubborn temper, doing things as he pleases, regardless of life and death...

The head started to hurt again, and the scene in his eyes began to be confused again. In a trance, Bi Luo couldn't see the scene but could only hear the entourage's sad voice: "If Madam sees you like this, she will definitely be displeased by her death that year. value!"

"Master, have you forgotten Madam's hope?" The voice was sad and distressed. For some reason, Bi Luo suddenly felt the same, and couldn't help but feel a little sad...

There was no echo from the man in Tsing Yi, and she woke up from her dream with a splitting headache.

Why is this happening? Why is it that I have the same dream over and over again?

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