It was broad daylight.
Song Fei sat by the bed, looking at Song Ci and Han Zhan who were sleeping on the bed, her brows were wrinkled, and she was very worried about them.
Yesterday in Shensi Building, Song Ci and Han Zhan picked up the dragon-shaped jade pendant under the bone, and they fell into a coma on the spot.
Song Fei asked someone to send them back to the dormitory to rest on Friday. The two had been in a coma for more than ten hours and hadn't woken up.
Song Fei is an atheist, but at this moment she has doubts. Could it be that these two people were possessed by the ghosts of the bone masters
Just when Song Fei suspected that Song Ci was possessed by a ghost, and was about to find a ghost exorcist master to show the two of them, she suddenly noticed two tears slipping down Han Zhan's eyes and behind his ears.
Song Fei:
What a heart-wrenching dream must this be
Song Fei wiped Han Zhan's tears with a tissue, but Han Zhan's tears rolled out one drop after another as if he didn't want money. His body began to struggle uneasily, his hands gripped the sheet tightly, and he muttered some name.
Song Fei didn't hear clearly, she stood up and leaned against Song Ci's chest, only then did she hear Han Zhan shouting: "Xianer, Xianer
"
Song Fei's pretty face suddenly turned black like the bottom of a pot.
Oh shit!
Which of Han Zhan's lovers is Xian'er
At this moment, Song Ci's chest, which was being pressed by Song Fei, suddenly heaved violently. Song Fei noticed it, and quickly stood up straight. She saw Song Ci open her mouth and let out a breath, then opened her eyes suddenly, and sat up from the bed in shock!
"His Majesty!"
Song Ci opened his mouth and called out to His Majesty.
Song Fei blinked her eyes, and looked at the two people on the bed silently, feeling a little tired. She waved her hand in front of Song Ci, and asked her, "Excuse me, are you my sister Song Ci, or an ancestor from six hundred years ago?"
Song Ci heard Song Fei's voice, she slowly turned her head and looked at Song Fei with a strange look. Staring at Song Fei's cheek, Song Ci's eyeballs trembled several times before she realized who she was, where she was, and who the person in front of her was.
"Song Fei."
Song Ci hugged Song Fei tightly, and she said, "Song Fei, I'm in so much pain."
It's Song Ci!
Song Fei breathed a sigh of relief. She hugged Song Ci's head, stroked her back lightly, and asked her, "Tell me where it hurts."
Song Ci said with tears in her eyes, "My chest hurts so much."
Song Fei patted Song Ci's back lightly, and told her: "It's all a dream, you've woken up, no matter how scary the dream was, it's all over."
Song Ci asked Song Fei: "Song Fei, do you believe in past and present lives?"
Song Fei was stunned.
She wanted to say that she didn't believe it, but Song Ci could be reborn, so why couldn't she have past and present lives? Song Fei said: "Maybe there is. Maybe Po Meng is a good-looking dog. When she sees good-looking ones, she feeds them Po Meng soup mixed with fake medicine."
Song Ci was amused by Song Fei.
She let go of Song Fei, wiped her red nose, and said, "Song Fei, go and rest first, I'm very upset right now, I want to lie down by myself for a while."
"Eat breakfast and then lie down!" Song Fei went to the first floor and poured out a bowl of porridge that she had made long ago, preparing to serve it to Song Ci. In the living room, Song Fei met Friday.
Staring at the porridge in her hand on Friday, she asked, "Is Song Ci awake? Or Han Zhan?"
"Song porcelain."
Friday said: "Then I'll go see them too."
"Well, whatever."
Song Ci changed into pajamas and sat on the sofa weakly, staring at Han Zhan on the bed in a daze.
Dugu Jie, Han Zhan.
They turned out to be one person!
When Song Ci thought that he and Han Zhan had been entangled with Sansheng III, he felt uncomfortable for a while.
His Majesty
Thinking of His Majesty made her heart ache.
"Song Ci, drink this porridge." Song Fei walked in with the porridge. She put the porridge on the table and said to Song Ci with a cold face, "You must eat it, and don't leave a single mouthful!"
No matter how good Song Ci is, she will always be that obedient baby in front of Song Fei. She quickly got up from the sofa, walked to the dining table and sat down.
Picking up the spoon, Song Ci was about to eat the first mouthful of porridge when Song Ci noticed a person standing outside the door. Wearing a set of sportswear for the elderly on Friday, he also carried a Tai Chi sword in his hand.
Song Ci stared at Friday, and felt that this person had a feeling of deja vu, like
Song Ci thought of someone, and she felt that she was thinking too much.
"Uncle Zhou, have you just finished practicing sword?"
Friday looked at Song Ci, but didn't see why, so he walked in with the Tai Chi sword. He sat down on the round stool beside Song Ci and asked her, "Song Ci, why did you suddenly faint yesterday?"
Song Ci told the truth: "The jade pendant has spirituality. During the period of coma, I saw many things through the jade pendant. It should be the memory of the bone masters."
"Oh?" Friday's expression was a little subtle, and he couldn't help asking: "Who are those bones?" This matter was always curious on Friday, and he didn't sleep well last night.
Song Ci said: "Emperor Taiping, Dugujie, and General Nangongxian of Zhenguo."
Friday's eyes widened suddenly, "How could it be! How could His Majesty die in Mo's house!"
Song Ci felt that there was something wrong with Friday's reaction.
She turned to Song Fei and said, "Song Fei, you go out first, I have something to say to Uncle Zhou."
"Um."
Song Fei really went out obediently, and she was not curious about what Song Ci wanted to whisper to Friday. When Song Fei left, Song Ci put down the spoon in her hand. She looked at Friday seriously with beautiful eyes, and suddenly said, "You, are you Doctor Zhou?"
Friday fell silent.
Song Ci added: "When most people mention Dugu Jie, those who respect history will respectfully call him Taiping Emperor, and ordinary people will call him by his first name directly. And the honorific word 'Your Majesty' is generally only used by people who lived in that dynasty. would call him that"
Song Ci asked Friday thoughtfully: "Are you a reborn?"
Friday smiled wryly, "If you can ask such a question, it means that you have remembered the things in your previous life." Friday put down the Tai Chi sword and stood up, and he clasped his fists at Song Ci and said, "Little General Nangong, one farewell to six A hundred years later, we meet again."
Song Ci was very emotional, "You are indeed Zhou's miracle doctor."
Staring at Song Ci's cheek on Friday, he said: "Little General Nangong, your appearance in this life is somewhat similar to your appearance in the Luo Dynasty. It's for the assessment, but I saw Song Fei's personal picture on the Mo family's registration website."
Friday said sadly: "I think, God arranged for me to be reborn, maybe it is to let me tear off Mo Liansheng's hypocrisy, and expose the Mo family's inhumane way of doing things!"
"So, here I am."
On Friday, he turned his head and looked at Han Zhan, who was still unconscious on the bed, and said with a smile: "That day, I witnessed Mr. Han picking up the Sun Chasing Arrow with my own eyes. I was very surprised at that time."
"No one knows better than me how much the Chasing Sun Arrow recognizes its master. The Sun Chasing Arrow has a soul. It is the imperial longbow of Emperor Taiping Dugu Jie, and was given to his beloved woman Nangongxian by Emperor Taiping. The Sun Chasing Arrow follows Nangong Xiao The general went into battle to kill the enemy, it drank too much blood, and it is known as a great killer!"
"For six hundred years, no one has been able to shake the Sun Chasing Arrow. The only ones who can pick up the Sun Chasing Arrow are Emperor Taiping and Nangong Xian!"
Looking at Han Zhan on Friday, he was full of worship and admiration. "As expected of His Majesty, no matter in the previous life or in this life, he is so outstanding!"
People who were born in the Luo Dynasty respected Dugu Jie. Even if he was reborn in modern times on Friday, his respect for Emperor Taiping would not be diminished.
After hearing what Friday said, Song Ci was also filled with emotion. She sighed: "Back then, before I died, I cast a curse that Mo Liansheng's direct descendants would not live to be twenty-five years old. Who would have thought that in order to break the curse, they secretly cultivated countless medicine men! "
If she knew that her curse would cause the demise of the Nangong family, she would not have said such cruel words back then.
"Little general, don't blame yourself. You didn't do anything wrong. It's the Mo family who made the mistake." He couldn't figure out one thing on Friday, and said, "Young general Nangong is very capable, how could that beast Mo Liansheng hurt you?" Little General Nangong?"
"You're right. According to my ability, it's really not easy for Mo Liansheng to kill me. I..." Song Ci looked back at Han Zhan on the bed. She smiled slightly and said, "When he shot an arrow at me, I didn't hide, I was killed by him voluntarily."
Hearing this, Friday's heart was shocked, "Little General Nangong, you"
"Your Majesty is a Mingjun, a holy monarch. When the war subsides, the Luo Dynasty needs His Majesty even more. I also hope that the man I love will have a healthy body."
Although she died under Mo Liansheng's arrow, she was willing to sacrifice her life for Dugu Jie.
On Friday, he was shocked by Nangongxian's feelings for Dugu Jie. He regretted endlessly and said angrily, "What I regret the most is that I sent that beast, Mo Liansheng, to the little general back then. It was mine. Wrong, I indirectly killed the little general."
"Uncle Zhou, don't blame yourself. Mo Liansheng is an extremely hypocritical person. It was only me who saw his true colors clearly when he was dying. That's all, don't mention the past."
She chose to let go of the regrets and pains of the past.
She should cherish the present happiness and happiness.
Hearing the person on the bed crying and calling Xian'er, Song Ci smiled apologetically on Friday, "Uncle Zhou, I have to ask you to leave first. My Mr. Han never allows anyone to see him cry."
Friday smiled, then got up and left.
Song Ci drank a few sips of porridge before getting up, walking to the bed and sitting down. She took Han Zhan's cold hand and rubbed it against her cheek. "It's nice to meet you again."
Han Zhan Song porcelain, the love of the three generations.
In the first life, he was the king and she was the general. She went to battle for him and killed enemies, and made medicine for him.
In the second world, she is the composer and he is blind. She donated a pair of corneas for him, giving him light.
In the third life, she is a pilot, and he is the richest man who retired from the army and went into business. In this life, she escorted him and bore children for him.
Going around for three lives, finally staying together for a lifetime!
(end of this chapter)