Emperor Xuan, who was sleeping peacefully in the mouth of General Manager Wang, actually was not sleeping soundly. From his beating eyelids, he could see that Emperor Xuan at this time seemed to be tortured by a nightmare.

In the distance, the world seemed to be covered by mist, a tall and tall figure was constantly approaching, and in the distance, there seemed to be a neighing sound of war horses constantly ringing, but the burly figure seemed to be carrying a sharp sword dripping with blood in his hand...

Suddenly, the neighing sound of the war horses gradually faded, and the scary figure slowly dissipated in the fog, and replaced it with the pleasant sound of silk and bamboo in the court.

Emperor Xuan in his sleep seemed to "saw" himself wearing a black dragon robe, leaning on his forehead with one hand, quietly listening to the gurgling sounds that seemed to be the slowly flowing through the stone stream.

Gradually, the stones, cattails and other objects that were quietly crawling on the shallows by the stream turned into living but servile ministers who were kneeling on the ground.

And the cypress tree next to the stream that was almost towering into the clouds turned into the back with a fierce murderous aura in the dream just now...

Those people were clamoring for something, Emperor Xuan could not hear it clearly, but he really felt a sense of anger and a slightest sense of fear that came from his heart...

However, as an emperor, he has all the huge country in his hands, and all the tens of millions of soldiers in the world obey his orders. What is he afraid of?

But this cypress tree that was almost towering into the clouds blocked the brilliance of the sun and moon that made him unable to help but feel fear?

This fear and the feeling of boredom that arises in the heart can not only be felt by the "self" in the dream, but even Emperor Xuan, who seemed to be standing not far away, seemed to clearly feel the feeling of being a little afraid and a little bored and angry.

In this way, Emperor Xuan was sleeping more and more restlessly, and the neighing sounds of the war horses began to sound far and near. The figure that had long dissipated in the fog actually reappeared again at some point.

And at this moment, Emperor Xuan, who had been watching, seemed to be integrated with his "self" sitting high above the temple in his dream.

He sat high on the dragon throne, listening to the noisy ministers in his ears clamoring something, and the tall and tall figure gradually came from a distance.

In the hall where the light was not very bright, the noisy sound gradually became quiet. Only the sound of slightly heavy footsteps slowly approaching were heard in the distance.

"Ka...da...da...da"

The figure came back light, and the light seemed to be blocked outside the hall by his Gundam figure, and could not go further. However, a shadow holding a sword in his hand was clearly reflected in the door...

Emperor Xuan stretched his head forward and his eyes narrowed slightly. He wanted to find out who the person was, but he could never see his appearance.

"General..."

The sounds of rushing like a tide suddenly poured into Emperor Xuan's ears.

“Hahaha…”

When the low and hoarse laughter sounded, Emperor Xuan, who was sleeping, opened his eyes in a daze.

The purpose of the entrance is still the brightly colored tent, and those dreams are as hard as the tide that faded, but he still clearly remembers the anger and fear that he could not let go!

And he finally knew who the figure that was familiar but vague and difficult to tell belonged to.

Although the dream woke up, the palpitations always lingered in my heart for a long time...

Emperor Xuan had a sneer on his face and slowly closed his eyes, but his brows were slightly raised, as if he was still immersed in the anger and could not extricate himself.

After a moment, Emperor Xuan sneered again.

"Haha, you are so lingering! You disturb my dreams several times..."

The whisper ended with a "creaking" sound from the palace gate. Emperor Xuan breathed a sigh of relief before slowly speaking with a little anger.

"You old guy, where have you been lazy again? I woke up and didn't have a single figure around me. How do you do it?"

Although he was scolding, Emperor Xuan's tone was not angry at all.

This made the person's face slightly stiff, but it did not affect the smile on his face at all.

"Please forgive me for your sins. Recently, you have not been able to rest every night. I finally found it all night. I was afraid that these young people would disturb you when they woke up in the morning, so I asked them to wait outside the hall."

"I have been staying outside, and I don't think about it. I'm afraid you should wake up and come in to take a look. You forgot that General Manager Gao has suffered from wind disease these two days, and he is afraid that he will get sick and will take a leave early."

Manager Wang walked to the carved partition between the nave and the inner hall, and did not take a step forward, but stood there respectfully with his shoulders slightly shrinking and his head lowered.

Emperor Xuan sighed lightly, frowned and slowly sat up from the dragon couch, and asked outside the curtain.

"Oh...I forgot this, but have you sent someone to see a doctor?"

After hearing the sound inside the curtain, General Manager Wang bowed and slowly stepped forward, lifted up the curtain with one hand and replied.

"Your Majesty, I have sent someone to see you. I am prescribing the prescription to recuperate. I will recover in three or five days."

This time, Emperor Xuan did not say anything, but stretched out a hand from the gap in the curtain.

Seeing this, General Manager Wang quickly put down the curtain he was holding in his hand, walked quickly to the square table beside him, poured a cup of warm tea and served it back.

When the sound of rinsing his mouth in the curtain was heard, General Manager Wang reported softly: "Mr. Xiao Gu entered the palace just as dawn, with a bunch of dew. The old slave had already led Mr. Xiao Gu to the East Participant Palace for rest as you told him last night."

The sound of mouthwashing in the curtain paused slightly, and then General Manager Wang outside the curtain heard a somewhat vague response in the tent.

"Um……"

Manager Wang stopped making a sound, but bowed his head and stood there respectfully.

After rinsing her mouth with tea, Xuan in the tent lowered her eyes and let out a long breath, as if she wanted to exhale the dull breath that had accumulated in her chest due to the nightmare.

"The little Guqing family is intent."

Emperor Xuan did not let General Manager Wang answer with a sigh, and General Manager Wang outside the tent just lowered his head a little.

At this time, Duan Hengyi, who was in the Eastern Palace, stood in front of the wide Zhuo desk with his hands in his hands, and looked at the dagger that was unsheathed on the table, feeling a little dagger.
Chapter completed!