The pale golden light spots are like mist. Whenever Xia Qiu makes some progress in another world, wisps of golden mist slowly enter this golden space.
When Xia Qiu's strategy mission was completed, it was as if he had received a traction, and the wisps of golden mist were slowly absorbed by the man, and his body solidified a little more like an illusion.
"Peter, she's back."
The man opened his eyes and spoke lightly.
But here, the milky white light returned to the cabin, and the platform slowly floated up. Xia Qiu opened his eyes, and he really came back.
"Master, you actually know it before I do." Peter's crescent eyes flashed.
Peter himself is completely connected to the space capsule and the aircraft. Before it can sense it, the mysterious man here has already sensed it. It seems that the man's recovery is much better.
"Well, let's see what she needs and try my best to meet it." The man's voice sounded directly in Peter's heart, and then he closed his eyes again, as if falling into a deep sleep.
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"Amnesiac, 10%... 30%... 100%, memory clearing success!"
"Congratulations to the host for completing the task! Qiuqiu, you are amazing!" Peter smiled and blinked.
Nodding his head, Xia Qiu came back to his senses first.
This time, she chose to rest in the cabin for three days.
In the training room, I simulated my own dance training, and then heard Peter say that the next world is ancient, so I went to popularize a lot of common sense about ancient times.
Three days later, it was the book wear again.
When the familiar white light bloomed in front of his eyes, Xia Qiu was already used to this silent white world.
Then, when the white light gradually faded in front of her eyes, Xia Qiu could already feel her hands being tightly clenched before she could see the situation in front of her eyes.
The hand that held her was extremely small and cold, and the voice calling her was extremely terrified.
"Mother Concubine, Xiao Ye... What is Xiao Ye going to do?" With a crying voice, it sounded like a milky voice, and she seemed to be five or six years old.
And when her vision gradually became clear, Xia Qiu realized that the person holding her was indeed a tiny person.
The small body was warm, and it just fell into her arms, with his chin buried on her shoulder.
And she was kneeling on the cold floor of the palace, with a pot of extinguished fire paper in the corner, and gray embers fluttering in front of her eyes.
But looking into his arms, the arched one is a little emperor wearing a bright yellow dragon robe.
"The plot was triggered successfully!"
The plot flooded into his mind like a tide, Xia Qiu was dazed, not in a hurry to absorb the memory, but subconsciously hugged the little emperor in his arms, and patted him on the back comfortingly.
"Don't panic, the concubine is here!" she said softly.
He called her concubine mother, so calling himself concubine mother is always right! It's just that there is such a big child in the dress, and she is also a concubine in the palace, no... this should be the queen mother? This is not knowing who she is attacking!
"Mother Concubine, Mother Concubine." The little emperor called in a low voice, as if he was extremely dependent, he called a few times, but sat up straight from Xia Qiu's arms.
At this moment, the gate of the palace was closed, and the outside light came in through the cracked paper window, but Xia Qiu saw his appearance.
She wore a delicate Nine Dragons gold crown on her head, and her black hair was neatly tied, but her black eyes were like lacquer spots, but her eye sockets were a little red.
Although it looks like this face is carved in jade now, but from his outline, Xia Qiu can already foresee his handsome and outstanding appearance in the future.
"Mother and concubine, I hate Prince Rin! They all said... he killed the emperor!"
The immature boy with a milky voice spit out words of hatred word by word, his lips were tightly pursed, and in his pure black eyes, the hatred was burning so hot that Xia Qiu couldn't help but be shocked when he looked at it.
"Who did you listen to say this!" subconsciously said this, Xia Qiu reacted, and immediately looked around the empty and deserted palace, making sure that there was no one around, then immediately stretched out his hand to cover the little emperor's mouth.
Looking at him, Xia Qiu's eyes were serious, but he also whispered immediately.
"No matter who it is, it will be treated as if you haven't heard it from now on, understand?"
No matter what the reason for the emperor's death was, but from the book, Xia Qiu can already see a lot of things about the little emperor's series of panic and hatred.