The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 698 The Eve Of The Wedding
Chacha was woken up in the middle of the night that night. She woke up sweating profusely, gasping for breath. The movement made Concubine Ning open her eyes, and she got up and said to Chacha, "What's the matter? Had a nightmare?"

Chacha suddenly turned around and slipped into Concubine Ning's arms: "Emiang, let's not separate, let's never separate, okay?"

Concubine Ning hugged Chacha with a heavy expression, and said comfortingly, "What did Chacha say? Of course Erniang will not be separated from Chacha. Tell Erniang, is Chacha having a nightmare? Chacha listened to Erniang, the dream The dreams here are all reversed, we don't believe it, Erniang sleeps with Chacha in her arms..."

But when she was lying on the bed, Chacha's thoughts were entangled like thousands of threads, which annoyed her so much that she couldn't even close her eyes.

"Emiang, let's not leave the palace, don't leave Tingzhu Palace, our family will be together forever."

Concubine Ning touched Chacha's serious face: "Okay, okay, we will never be separated, Er Niang promised you, Chacha should feel relieved now, right?"

Chacha's face was still at a loss: "Emiang, are the dreams in the dream the opposite? But why do I feel...that scene is very real, and what they said in it is all correct..."

Er Niang asked puzzledly, "Who said that?"

Chacha told Concubine Ning everything she had dreamed just now: "In the dream, I dreamed of the palace, the things we used, the clothes worn by Er Niang, and the clothes worn by the emperor were all hung up. The bowls we used, our portraits are all hung in a place called a museum, and the people there are dressed so strangely, and... I feel like I am also from there..."

Concubine Ning frowned in confusion: "Are you from there too?"

Chacha fell silent for a moment, closed her eyes and rubbed her temples: "I don't remember clearly, Er Niang, let's rest first."

That night, Chacha still didn't sleep well, but she didn't dream about the dream of that night again.

After a long, long time, when Chacha recalled the dream of that night again, the long river of history has already flowed for hundreds of years.

On the eve of the wedding, some people suffer from insomnia, some are looking forward to it, some are nervous, and some are full of bitterness...

That night, Murong Ying didn't fall asleep either, so he went to find Yin Chen and brought two of the best daughters in his hand, hoping to get drunk with him.

That night, Yin Chen also sat in the courtyard of the palace for a long time, as if he had expected Murong Ying to come early, and had been waiting for him for a long time.

When the disciple came to report, Yinchen smiled lightly and said in a gentle tone: "Please come in, Mr. Murong."

Murong Ying carried two jars of wine, and put them on the stone table in front of Yinchen with bells ringing along the way: "I know I'm coming a long time ago, but I don't know how many side dishes to wait for me in advance?"

Yinchen smiled slightly with his lips curled up: "I know you're coming, so of course preparations are indispensable. There are small dishes in the kitchen, but I'm afraid it will be cold outside. Since the prince has arrived... come, let's serve them all. "

After a while, Murong Ying and Yin Chen were filled with all kinds of delicacies...

The two of them didn't eat first, so Murong Ying filled the cups in front of him and Yinchen first, "Yinchen, I know what your purpose of coming this time..."

(End of this chapter)