Chapter 310 Dreams Are Fake

Rong Yu reached out and took the jade plate, pursed his thin lips tightly, glanced at the high priest expressionlessly, put his arm around Nan Xi's shoulders and turned around to walk out.

All the civil and military ministers in the palace were silent, watching this scene blankly.

The priest held the golden scepter in his hand and looked at Rong Yu's tall and thin body quietly, with a sharp and cold luster in his eyes.

"The High Priest will follow me to the Dazheng Palace." His Majesty the Emperor raised his head and rubbed his brows. He glanced at the ministers in the palace and froze for a moment when his eyes fell on Xuanyuan Yan. "Yan'er also comes for a moment. The others should disperse. ”

The ministers then woke up from a dream, knelt down and said, "Long live the Emperor, long live the Emperor!"

Nan Xi walked outside the palace, followed by Yin Yue and Yin Shuang. Seeing their prince's pale face, his heart suddenly sank, and he couldn't help but glance at Nan Xi, who was silent.

What's wrong?

What happened when the crown prince was appointed? Why does my prince's face look so ugly?

Having trouble setting up a reserve?

still……

The jade chariot stopped in front of the palace steps. Rong Yu silently picked up Nan Xi and walked down the palace steps. His thin lips were pursed tightly and his face was stiff and pale. Until he put Nan Xi on the jade chariot, the palace servant lifted her up. In the sedan chair, he still didn't speak.

He didn't even raise his eyes to look at Nan Xi.

Nan Xi leaned on the chariot sedan, tilting her head, watching him quietly all the way.

There seemed to be an unprecedented silence lingering between the two of them. The secret hidden in the words that were stopped in time carried a kind of roaring chilling air, sweeping everything, as if to Desperately destroying the relationship and trust that the two of them had carefully maintained during this period.

If you ask Nan Xi what she is thinking at this time, she doesn't have anything special in mind.

Just a sentence suddenly came to mind.

If it is not broken, it cannot be established.

As the sedan chair walked all the way to the East Palace, no one spoke. The palace people following behind were obviously sensitive to the uneasy atmosphere of an impending storm. They all lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes, and even breathed as softly as possible. .

When they arrived at the East Palace, the sedan chair landed. Rong Yu picked up Nan Xi and walked into Fenghua Palace without saying a word. Nan Xi, who was nestled in his arms, could see those dull eyes when she raised her eyes. They were not as ordinary as outsiders. The indifference and alienation in front of her was not the tenderness and affection in front of her in the past, but a dead silence without focus.

His handsome face was also pale and stiff.

Putting her on the bed in the inner hall, Rong Yu stood frozen like a puppet for a moment, and whispered: "You should rest for a while first, I..."

"My shoulder hurts a bit." Nan Xi frowned and raised her hand to gently rub her right shoulder blade, "You pinched me just now."

Rong Yu's face turned pale, and he subconsciously wanted to stretch out his hand: "Let me see -"

"Rong Yu, you lost control today." Nan Xi leaned on the bedside and looked up at him casually, "Did he reveal a secret you didn't want others to know?"

Rong Yu's movements froze, and he could no longer move his outstretched hand.

"Or is it a secret that you don't want me to know?" Nan Xi's lips raised slightly, "I was thinking about something just now while sitting on the chariot sedan. On the way to Dongling, I said that I seemed to be tied to a dream. We have an indissoluble bond. I also had a big dream at the Prince Regent's Palace. I wanted to tell you the reason why I suddenly wanted to marry you, but you didn't want to listen and repeatedly emphasized that the dream was false... Rong Yu, you Now can you tell me how the high priest knew about that dream?"

Rong Yu lowered his eyes and clenched the hands hanging on his sides unconsciously.

"Do you know what I dreamed about?" Nan Xi then asked, "I once thought that dream was the life I had experienced personally - a short, stupid and miserable life. However, if it was a real experience, in the dream There are really too many things that cannot be explained. Now that I think about it, is there any unknown mystery hidden in this dream? "

For example, since her mother had such a noble status, why did she watch her seeking death but never rescued her or revealed her identity?

Why did Fu Chen obviously stay in Da Zhou, but allowed her to kill Rong Yu, and died tragically with Rong Yu without coming forward to explain everything.

There are indeed many things in dreams that have never appeared in this life.

At that time, she didn’t know that Rong Yu was still the master of Jiuxiao Pavilion, that her mother was the eldest princess of Dongling, that she had never met Ye Qingcheng of Shu, or that envoys from Northern Xinjiang and South Vietnam had come to Zhou Dynasty. Of course, she even She didn’t know that she was the so-called Queen of Two Hundred Years of Destiny.

Not knowing anything, he just died.

Nan Xi sighed softly: "Rong Yu, I want to hear the truth."

Rong Yu's face was completely white, almost whiter than the face of Xuanyuan Yao who she saw just now, who was seriously injured and had not recovered, which made Nan Xi feel distressed.

However, the heartache was suppressed in her heart, and she said calmly: "I will only give you this chance. If you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it in the future."

Rong Yu's lips tightened, "I..."

Nan Xi waited quietly and did not rush.

"Dream..." Rong Yu finally spoke, his voice hoarse and astringent, "The dream is fake."

Nan Xi raised her eyebrows: "How did you do it?"

She doesn't believe that anyone can control dreams.

People can kill people, create blinders, use poison to make people hallucinate, and they can also act, but the people and images that appear in dreams should not be something people can create at will.

Rong Yu stopped talking again. He looked extremely fragile. How could he still be half as cold and tough as usual?

"If you don't want to say it, forget it." Nan Xi lowered her eyes, her tone was unusually calm, "I think the high priest seems to want to tell me something. I can ask him when I have time. He may know more than you."

Rong Yu's face suddenly changed, and he looked up at her in disbelief.

Nan Xi raised her hand tiredly and rubbed her eyebrows. Just as she was about to bend down to take off her shoes, she saw the tall and straight man kneeling down before her, kneeling on one knee on the ground, lowering his eyes and holding her ankle, putting her foot on his knee, lowering his head and being silent for a moment, slowly taking off her shoes for her, and then he didn't get up again, but knelt stiffly for a long time, and then whispered: "I didn't mean to lie to you, I just..."

The voice was hoarse, full of paleness and helplessness: "I just really have no choice..."

Nan Xi's heart ached.

There's really no way.

What a simple sentence, but it came from the mouth of this indestructible man, how unbelievable it is.

If he could say "there is really no other way", then he must have been forced into a desperate situation.

Nan Xi's heart twisted slightly, feeling both painful and sore, and she reached out to help him up from the ground: "Rong Yu, I don't blame you for deceiving me or hiding things from me, but as long as you keep these things in your heart, you will always feel a thorn piercing you, which will hurt you, scare you, and make you anxious day and night... In this case, why don't you just tell us everything and we can solve it together, okay?"

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