III Jiangshan

Mochi is still thirsty for sleep, and it seems that he can't get enough sleep.

She didn't know when she fell asleep.In the sleep, there are still endless scenes, people and things are intertwined, as if they have experienced three lives and three lives.

The difference is that when she woke up, she remembered the scene of the dream more clearly than before.

Lying on his back on the couch with his eyes open, Mo Chi stared absently at the bed curtain above his head.

On the bed curtain with autumn fragrance background, two swallows stood on the branches, chirping like chirping.

This is the most common auspicious pattern, but Mochi frowned thoughtfully.She remembered that there used to be a pair of bed curtains, which were light beige and embroidered with a ostrich that was about to fly.

The bed curtains were also hung above his head like this, and the bed and couch were wider and more luxurious than the one beneath him...

Where did you see it?

Mo Chi's gaze deepened, and he slowly locked on to the two swallows on the bed curtain.

swallow……

Last year, I bid farewell to the neighbors, and now I am surprised that the thatched cottage is new...

These are two lines from Wei Zhuang's poem "Swallow Lai".

Yan Lai, Yan Lai——

Mochi's brain was in pain instantly, as if he was being hit by a bolt of lightning.

She gasped in pain, her body resisting the pain instinctively.

Fortunately, the pain was fleeting, and a certain image that only flashed in the dream jumped out of the pain, and then disappeared.

Mochi gritted his teeth secretly, desperately trying to be attacked by pain again, tried his best to catch that frame back and forcefully keep it in his memory.

So, she saw that it was a plaque placed on the main hall of a palace.

On the plaque, there are only three words: Yanlai Palace.

The font is familiar, as if you have seen it somewhere.

That sense of familiarity is different from the Yanzu font on the stone tablet I saw in my dream.The characters in Yan Zu's script made Mo Chi feel as close as an old friend reunited after a long time, but these three characters evoked a real sense of nausea in Mo Chi.

Mochi panted a few times, and Fang slowly calmed down.

The plaque that made her feel sick was temporarily left behind by her.

She knew that her current situation was very strange, it could be called weird.

Although the main hall in that picture cannot be called majestic and majestic, its grace and elegance are something Mo Chi has never seen in his life.May I ask, where in this world is there such a regulated building other than the Imperial Palace?

The so-called "dreams are born from the heart", Mochi never believes that scenes that she has never experienced will appear in her dreams.

unless……

Mochi's brows were tightened even more, and he wondered if this was really his previous experience?

Things like past and present, reincarnation, etc., even if they fall on him, Mochi doesn't feel too scared.

She has read all kinds of books, and her knowledge is naturally not like that of ordinary makeup fans or foolish women.The past dynasties' ghost notes, such as "Gui Zang", "Feng Shen", "Mu Tianzi Biography", "Sou Shen Ji" and so on, she would read to relieve her boredom when she has nothing to do.

She will not be frightened by such weird things, she is just curious about what happened to her.

Between the lips and teeth, the burnt aroma of brown sugar still lingers, but Yuan Youqi has already left.

Mochi lay quietly, recalling Yuan Youqi's soft voice coaxing him to drink the bowl of brown sugar soup before falling asleep, and the longing in his heart rippled like spring water.

Looking at the weather outside, Yuan Youqi will not leave for more than two hours, right?

And during these two hours, most of him was asleep.

She is the emperor, she is busy with state affairs, and she needs to be separated to accompany her...

Mochi sighed silently.

She was already missing her.

Who said that if you don't see each other in a day, it's like three autumns?

It's only been two hours since she parted with her, and her heart, as if parting with her for a lifetime, misses her...

There was a light knock on the door.The strength is just right, neither too big to disturb people's dreams, nor too small to be heard.

This is the style of the maids in Prince Ning's mansion. These days, Mo Chi has to see her several times a day.

She then said to the door: "Please come in!"

While she was speaking, out of politeness, she sat up from the couch.

Just getting up like this, a blue object next to the pillow bumped into her eyes.

Mochi was surprised: Isn't this the emperor's purse!

For a moment, she couldn't tell whether the thing was left here by the emperor, or something else.She instinctively grabbed the purse and tucked it under her pillow.

It's not that Mo Chi doesn't care about the people in Prince Ning's mansion, it's just that the purse is the emperor's personal belongings.Mochi cared about the emperor, so he couldn't help but want to protect him with all his strength.

It turned out that the visitors were two maids from Prince Ning's Mansion.

The two entered, bowed to Mochi, and the leader said: "Miss Mo sleeps well. The master ordered the servants to serve lunch when the girl wakes up. Do you want to use it now?"

During these days of living in Ningwang’s other courtyard, Mochi has gotten used to the address in the mouth of the maid——

"Master" refers to King Ning Yuan Chengxuan, "Madam" refers to Mrs. Ning Wang, and "Master" refers to Yuan Youqi.

Mochi guessed that with the knowledge of people in Prince Ning's mansion, they might not know that this "son" is His Majesty the Emperor.But since the above orders are like this, then they will act according to the order, and they will definitely not go out of shape.This is also the rule that Guijie family should have.

"Thank you two sisters." Mo Chi replied with a smile like every time.

This is what it means to eat.

The maid understood, and said with an apologetic smile, "I dare not be that", and stepped back to prepare to go.

For lunch, there are still four dishes and a bowl of japonica rice.The difference is that there is an extra thick porridge that smells and tastes quite unusual.

Seeing that the four dishes were all her favorites, a picture of Yuan Youqi ordering his servants to prepare carefully appeared in Mochi's mind.

There is no doubt that the emperor really cared about himself to the extreme.

What is disturbing is that Mochi almost never talked with the emperor about what he likes to eat, but the emperor seemed to know her very well.One time is enough, these days, there are at least a dozen kinds of dishes for three meals a day.With this level of understanding, Mo Chi would doubt whether the emperor had known him for at least ten years.

This kind of cognition became more and more obvious in Mo Chi's heart as the days passed, and it became more and more strange and unbelievable.

It is absolutely impossible for the emperor to know himself ten years ago, and it is even more impossible for the emperor to know himself deeply in this short one-month acquaintance.If he had to explain this matter, there was probably only one answer, and that was: his past life or his relationship with the emperor.

The way of ghosts and gods is illusory, and it is used to explain things in reality. It seems ridiculous, but it falls on Mochi at this moment. Perhaps there is no other explanation that is more realistic than it.

If it was really the reason of the previous life, then what role did I play in the emperor's previous life?

The more he thought about it, the more difficult it was for Mochi to be at peace.

It was clear that the food in front of her was her favorite food, and it was carefully prepared by the person she liked, so she should have feasted on it.The fact is, she was overwhelmed by those illusory conjectures and lost her appetite.

Mochi forced himself to divert his attention from those uneasy guesses, and tried his best to pay attention to the food in front of him.

She stared at the bowl of thick porridge, imbued with the smell of porridge, and forced herself to think of all the herbs and ingredients used in this bowl of medicinal porridge.

Shouwu, wolfberry, red dates, corn, Codonopsis...

The same thing appeared in Mochi's mind.

She found that she was more proficient in the way of medicine than before.

This is Su Hui, right?

If she had a previous life, she must have been good at this technique.

Mochi thought to himself.

It was hard to eat most of the food.

In order to live up to Yuan Youqi's thoughts, Mo Chi pretended that he was a duck to be stuffed, and stuffed food into his stomach blindly.But because she was so preoccupied, when she swallowed, even the most delicate food was like a rough pebble, cutting her throat and eyes, causing pain and choking.

After the meal, the maids cleaned up the leftovers, and waited for her to rinse her mouth and hands before bowing and leaving.

As a result, Mo Chi was left alone in the huge room.

A touch of loneliness invaded her heart again.

Mochi really didn't want to be lazy on the couch all day long, although she was weak at the moment, she felt that she should walk a few steps after she was full.

Thinking of "digestion", several records about digestion in medical books automatically popped up in her mind, even the prescriptions were complete.

I must have studied medical books hard in my previous life, right?

Mochi laughed bitterly at himself.

After walking around the room a few times slowly, her mind was not at ease.

Suddenly thinking of the piles and piles that happened to him, and suddenly thinking that Yuan Youqi's familiarity with his temperament and habits could not be achieved overnight, and then he couldn't help but imagine what Yuan Youqi was doing now.

Being an emperor should be very tiring and busy, right?Mochi thought to himself.

In the history books, for all the emperors who left a good reputation, the historians of later generations all have records of being "diligent in political affairs".Since you are "diligent", how can you not be tired?

Every morning, the emperor came to see him on time. He didn't know how much more work he would have to do and how much more nights he would have to stay up when he returned to the palace!

Thinking of the scene of Yuan Youqi handling political affairs while holding a candle, Mo Chi felt distressed.

She misses Yuan Youqi and doesn't want to see Yuan Youqi all the time, and Yuan Youqi coming here to see her every day will undoubtedly increase the burden and make her tired... This really makes Mochi feel conflicted.

Under the conflict, she suddenly thought: It would be great if she could help the emperor!

However, immediately afterwards, Mochi denied his whimsical idea——

Does a little Yin Ji, who is still in the humble family, want to share the emperor's worries and be the emperor's right-hand man?Good dreams don't do that!

Mochi was saddened.

As she walked slowly past the bed, she thought of the half-worn purse that she had tucked under the pillow.

Her heart beat faster because of this.

She stepped forward quickly and held the purse in her hand.

She wants to do one thing, very much.

Although she knew very well that it was not appropriate to do that.

However, the familiar stitches on the purse, especially the fact that Yuan Youqi left the purse beside his pillow, made Mochi unable not to think of some possible relationship between this thing and himself.

Who is Yuan Youqi?

Would a person who has been emperor for more than ten years be so careless?

What's more, what this old purse means to her is self-evident.

Mochi held the purse, hesitated for a quarter of an hour, finally made up his mind, opened the seal of the purse with trembling hands.

When she saw clearly what was inside, she couldn't return to her senses for a long time.

Later, like a wooden sculpture made of clay, she held the purse and sat by the couch for a full afternoon.

No one knew what she was thinking.