Suddenly leaving the dreamland, Pei Jiufeng was not happy at all!
Is it time to leave
Normally, he wanted to leave the dreamland so much, but the demon wouldn't let him go. At this time, he was being teased by others, and he wanted to vent his anger on himself, but he kicked him out!
Isn't this playing with people? !
"Gu will kill you!!" He raised his head and roared into the air.
Damn monster! Let him suffer so much, and still tease him like this! He is dead!
The palace people waiting outside to serve couldn't help trembling when they heard this roar.
Who messed with the emperor again? God bless, the emperor must not kill anyone today.
After venting, Pei Jiufeng gradually calmed down his anger.
Anyway, it's a good thing he woke up.
Shen Sheng said: "Come in!"
The palace people immediately filed in.
The one holding the towel held the towel, the one carrying the water basin waited for Pei Jiufeng to wash and change her clothes, and put on her court boots.
"How long have I been asleep?" Pei Jiufeng asked.
The chief eunuch was stunned, and answered cautiously: "The emperor slept for four hours and one moment."
He went to bed at ten o'clock last night, and now it is more than six o'clock in the morning, which is eight hours.
Pei Jiufeng frowned, and pinched her fingers subconsciously. As he expected, no matter how long he spent in his dream, it was only one night in reality.
In fact, if it doesn't affect real life, who cares about dreaming
That is to say, the demon's tricks were so powerful that he was immersed in a clear and vivid dream, even after waking up, his memory was still fresh, as if the experience of the half month or so had happened really.
Pei Jiufeng didn't want to dream anymore.
It's just disgusting.
Especially when he was sitting at the dining table and looking at the table full of breakfasts of various colors, sweet and sour, meaty and vegetarian, red and green, all of which looked good and smelled good, his mouth watered involuntarily.
In reality, he has never been hungry, but the heart-burning hunger in his dream seems to be imprinted in his bones, making him salivate when he sees delicious food.
He ate twice as much as usual.
The palace people were all stunned, could it be that today's breakfast was extraordinarily delicious? But the chef in the imperial dining room hasn't changed? The materials are also those, unchanged.
In any case, as long as the emperor doesn't kill people, they don't care about anything.
Pei Jiufeng went to court after finishing his breakfast.
Yesterday, a courtier mentioned the matter of disaster relief in the three southwest counties. Pei Jiufeng agreed for the first time, and the minister, together with his colleagues, came up with a detailed plan overnight, and the specific implementation plan will be put forward at the court this morning.
Pei Jiufeng listened with no expression on his pale face.
The courtiers were not sure what he was thinking, and waited anxiously.
silence.
Needle drop can be heard.
In the huge Xuanming Hall, there were more than a hundred courtiers, but no one made a noise.
Pei Jiufeng sat on the dragon chair, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, resting his cheek on one hand, feeling unhappy.
He lived in the dream for half a month, so he naturally knew that it was Qing County, a county in the three southwestern counties. That demon made such a big effort and made such a big circle, just to get him to agree to the disaster relief
It's not that he can't agree.
It's just that it's not always pleasant to be coerced into agreeing.
But if he didn't agree, he would be dragged into a dream again. In such a poor and difficult life, he was the one who suffered in the end.
"Yes." He said.
When the minister heard this, he was overjoyed immediately, and hurriedly knelt down and said, "Your Majesty is wise!"
Then some other political affairs were discussed. As usual, Pei Jiufeng kept quiet and let them make arrangements. He doesn't care about the treacherous officials messing around. Loyal ministers fought desperately, but he didn't care.
Let them break their heads, he just treats it as a show.
After coming down to court, Pei Jiufeng left a few old officials behind and asked, "Do you know the whereabouts of Master Gao Ren?"
The old officials looked at each other when they heard the words: "There are two people who are profound in Buddhism, one is in the Huguo Temple, and the other is traveling around the world without a trace. There are three Taoist priests, one is from Qingyun Temple, and the other two have no sects and formed their own sect .”
Some of these high-level immortal masters were born with auspicious auspiciousness, such as attracting colorful clouds to fill the sky, and cranes coiling and singing. Some have shown their skills among the people, such as solving crimes and catching murderers, so they have a high reputation. But to say that they really have the ability to call wind and rain, several veteran officials do not believe it.
After living for a long time, several people have seen all kinds of monsters and ghosts. Everyone in the world is mortal, and there are no masters or immortal teachers.
The prosperity of the world is all for profit; the world is full of hustle and bustle, all for profit. All fame is just a clever means for fame and fortune.
But in front of Pei Jiufeng, who dares to tell the truth
Still don't know what he's going to do, the veteran ministers naturally said conservatively.
"Send them all to the palace!" Pei Jiufeng ordered without answering their questions.
When several old ministers responded, he ordered them to retreat.
Sitting for a while, caressing the dragon chair made of gold and inlaid with gems, looking down at the gorgeous and noble emperor's robes on his body.
Clean and tidy cannot be used to describe these. This is expensive, supreme, and glorious clothing embroidered with vivid patterns with gold and silver threads.
When he was Wang Dagen in his dream, he wore single clothes that were not enough to keep out the cold. Because of his daily work, the single clothes were dirty all day long, and the holes were scratched from time to time.
At the beginning, he still endured his exhaustion, so he took a wash after dinner at night and asked Wang Dachun to mend it.
Later, I didn't wash it, and I didn't mend it.
He is warm now.
The best fabric in the world was used to make his clothes, which were fine inside and out, soft and close to the skin to keep warm.
The emperor's court clothes were decorated with precious stones, beads and brocade ribbons. They were heavy, but they gave him a sense of peace of mind.
He sat and sat, feeling hungry again for some reason.
He obviously used a lot for breakfast, but perhaps influenced by Wang Dagen in his dream, he always felt hungry, as if there were bugs gnawing on his stomach.
He left the Xuanming Hall, returned to the bedroom, and ordered someone to serve the meal.
eat and drink.
He couldn't eat much.
Because he is not really hungry, he is just mentally hungry.
After eating only two pieces of dim sum and half a cup of soup, I felt full. This feeling of fullness came from his body, telling him that he couldn't eat anymore.
Pei Jiufeng clutched his swollen stomach, his face was very ugly.
He is a good son of heaven, what kind of torture has he become by that monster
I can't help but think again, when will the masters and immortal masters come to Beijing? Before that, what if he fell into a dream again
Although the relief funds and food were approved, would the demon really let him go? Pei Jiufeng didn't know what to do.
Unable to eat, his stomach was full, so he simply went out for a walk.
Go to the imperial garden, enjoy the flowers and eat.
Compared with the narrow, dilapidated, and messy Qing County, the exotic flowers and plants, rockery pools, pavilions and pavilions in the Imperial Garden are simply like a fairyland in the sky.
Pei Jiufeng walked in and looked at the beautiful scenery, but his heart gradually sank.
He lives in this kind of fairyland, but the common people live in water and fire, without food or drink, will the demon really let him go
"Why is your majesty frowning?" A caring and soft female voice came.
Pei Jiufeng looked up and saw that it was a beauty from his harem.
A little cooked.
After thinking about it carefully, it was the beauty who drew the graffiti of the abyss.
In fact, only for a few days.
But in Pei Jiufeng's heart, it has been a long, long time.
The days in the dream were extremely difficult, and the days felt like years. He only felt that he hadn't seen her for several years.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked.
He wasn't so disgusted with women who didn't climb the bed.
However, looking at her fair and smooth skin, soft and slender figure, and the beautiful skirt she was wearing, somehow she remembered Wang Dachun.
He somewhat understood the demon's mood.
As a young woman, Wang Dachun worked hard to make a living, why do these women eat and drink, and don't have to do anything? !
It looks so good, but it's useless at all!
He looked dissatisfied, and he didn't hesitate to show it.
"You son of a bitch, why does he make a face when he sees you?" A gray voice sounded in his head.
Shaoyin said, "I don't know."
And not at all curious.
Has the tyrant ever treated anyone well? Smelly face is the norm.
"Seeing the emperor standing here alone, I am a little worried." Shaoyin had a gentle expression and a concerned face, "The emperor's eyes are bruised, did he not sleep well?"
Of course he didn't sleep well!
Or rather, didn't sleep at all!
After half a month of suffering in the dream, can it be called sleep
Pei Jiufeng's temper suddenly flared up, and he said impatiently, "Get lost!"
Shaoyin: "..."
Just go away.
"Yes, Your Majesty, take care of the dragon's body." She blessed her body and stepped back.
In his mind, he said angrily: "He actually told you to get out! At night, when he falls asleep, we will make him look good!"
"No rush." Shaoyin said, "Let him live a good life for two days, lest he forget the taste of a good life."
Huihui was puzzled: "Why?"
"Always suffer without complaining." Shaoyin patiently explained, "There is bitterness to be sweet, and sweetness to be bitter. If he is not allowed to live the emperor's good life for a few days, how can he understand Wang Dagen's suffering more deeply?"
Like Wang Dagen, he never felt bitter in his life.
He just feels hungry and cold.
Because he has never been sweet, can't compare, and doesn't know bitterness.
Pei Jiufeng was anxious for a few days, and dared not fall asleep at night, for fear of being dragged into a dream again.
He even pricked his fingertips with a needle to keep himself awake all the time.
One day, two days, three days... Pei Jiufeng, who had always suffered from insomnia, felt a deep sense of sleepiness, and could lose consciousness and fall asleep even sitting upright.
Every time I fell asleep and woke up, I was very panicked. After seeing the surrounding environment clearly, it was still the palace, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
After coming down several times, he gradually relaxed.
Perhaps, after the disaster relief incident, the monster planned to let him go.
This night, he lay down on the bed steadily, planning to have a good sleep full of joy.
He hasn't touched the pillow for days.
With his mind relaxed, he only thought that he would have a good night's sleep.
Until there was a faint but not negligible feeling like water waves rushing through his body, Pei Jiufeng was startled and struggled desperately!
He should not dream! !
He struggled hard, then woke up.
Entering the head, it is the home of the two sisters and brothers Dachun Dagen.
That broken house.
"Hmm!" There was severe pain in his leg, and he couldn't help but groan, and the cold sweat broke down instantly.
"Don't move, tell you not to move!" The girl's anxious voice sounded from the side, "Your leg is broken, you just connected it, and you still move around, do you want to become a lame in the future?!"
Pei Jiufeng was taken aback.
His leg is broken? !
The memory before leaving the dream came back to his mind in an instant, and he remembered that he was going to fight hard with Wang and Li.
"They broke my leg?!" He sat up furiously.
Naturally, he hurt his leg again, and the pain made his lips turn white.
"Are you in pain?" The girl reprimanded, and brought over a pitch-black concoction, "I told you to collect firewood, but if you didn't go, you actually robbed others of their money and your legs were broken by them. I managed to bring you back. Now I owe you another two taels of silver to cure your leg!"
When Pei Jiufeng heard this, he was furious, and swiped away the medicine bowl she brought. His eyes were about to fall out of their sockets, and he raised his voice angrily, "They said I robbed money?! Did they say that?!"
nonsense! !