White Hedge Dream

Chapter 122 Seeing

Zhuang Li regretted for a moment.

She took the risk anyway.

In this capital city, there is an imperial bell that can strangle the dream, someone who can pull her into the dream quietly, and someone who can catch her in the dream.

She should have been more cautious.

When she was a child, she felt inferior because she was born with a different body. When she grew up, she became arrogant because she was born with a different body.

In Mrs. Zhuang's words, you never cherish yourself.

Yes, she could have changed her name and escaped from the world.

She had lived like this in the past few years after leaving the Bai family to follow Mr. Zhuang and his wife, and she planned to live like this forever.

However, the Bai family encountered such a catastrophe of genocide inexplicably.

Even so, it was enough for her to cry and risk her soul to travel thousands of miles to say goodbye and pay homage.

Just like what she said to Mrs. Xue at Xue's house before, human life comes from nothing to something, from nothing to something, it must come from something and back to nothing.

The father-daughter relationship between her and Bai Xun ended here. It was natural for fate to come and go.

However, when I thought about killing the Bai family members in the execution ground, the taunting words around me said that she had caused these troubles, and that the Bai family was wiped out because of her, the Sangmenxing.

She couldn't swallow this breath.

She must ask clearly who caused the trouble.

This is how to be cautious from beginning to end, so that her life will not be in vain.

So it wasn't a risk, it was something she had to do.

Zhuang Li ignored those eyes and turned around to look at where he was.

No matter how absurd the dream is, it is still based on reality.

She was near the palace, where preparations were being made for the ceremony to offer sacrifices to heaven, so this altar should be where the emperor would offer sacrifices to heaven.

Zhuang Li looked up at the sky. The sky seemed very high and very close.

As she moved, those eyes looked upward.

"Whose day do you think it is?"

she heard the voice ask.

The sound seemed to come from her body.

This is not surprising. Now that she is in other people's dreams, she is naturally one with them and can hear other people's doubts and emotions.

Whose sky is it?

Without even thinking about it, Zhuang Li looked at the sky and said, "Of course it belongs to everyone in the world."

Loud laughter rang in my ears.

"You're right, you're right."

Zhuang Li also smiled until he saw the shadow under his feet.

It's her shadow.

Because beneath her feet is her figure.

But it didn't seem to be her shadow, because the shadow was raising its head and laughing.

Zhuang Li's heart suddenly beat like a drum, the sound of the drums was dense and lively, intertwined with each other.

"Heaven belongs to all people in the world, and everyone in the world can worship it."

"Come on, let's go worship and pray to heaven."

With this voice, Zhuang Li saw her shadow moving forward, lengthening bit by bit, winding on the ground, straight to the center of the altar.

Shadow stood up.

Although it was dim and dark, Zhuang Li could recognize it at a glance and it was him.

She raised her hands to the sky and the earth, perhaps because of her wide sleeves, perhaps because her shadow was fluttering in the wind, and then bowed deeply.

"The emperor is destined to be blessed by heaven."

"The emperor is destined to be blessed by heaven."

Sounds echoed between heaven and earth.

Zhuang Li looked back, but his eyes were no longer looking at her, but at the shadow of the altar.

She turned her head again, and the prostrating shadow also turned its head and looked at her.

Zhuang Li felt dizzy. Who was looking at whom? Who was she?

With this thought flashing through her mind, Zhuang Li suddenly raised her hand, and a crossbow appeared in her hand. She turned around and shot two arrows into those eyes.

No matter whose dream it is, it is her dream that Zhuang Li takes the initiative.

In the dream, the dim arrows are like shooting stars, flying towards the eyes floating in the air.

The eyes closed momentarily.

The dream collapsed.

…

…

"Open the door, open the door."

Rather than knocking on the door, it was more like banging on the door. With the sound, the door was already knocked open.

This is the residence of the musicians, a large shop with more than a dozen people living there.

The room became noisy, the lights were turned on, and the musicians climbed out of bed in a daze.

"Wake up quickly, it's someone from the Board of Supervisors." Someone hurriedly pushed his companion beside him.

The companion next to him was not lying down, but was sitting on the quilt and dozing off with his head in his hands. There was a piano on his lap, and he seemed to be still practicing hard.

Pushed by his companion, he raised his head and covered his eyes with his hands, as if he couldn't stand the sudden light in the room.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Other musicians are also asking this question.

The guards who came in also responded, "Stand still and search for prohibited items."

The soldiers and guards had dispersed and were rummaging around, followed by the two warlocks.

Zhang Ze walked in from the outside and looked at the items being laid out one by one. Next to him stood a yawning Wang Tong.

The most numerous items here are musical instruments, of all kinds.

Zhang Ze looked at the musical instruments in front of him, such as pianos, shengs, flutes, drums, etc. The colors were black, brown, red, and mottled. Some instruments were engraved with poems, some were engraved with flowers and plants, and some were engraved with butterflies... ..

Zhang Ze took out his knife and struck a piano.

"Aren't these musical instruments provided by Taiyue Department?" Zhang Ze asked.

"We received the musical instruments from the Taiyue Department." A person came forward and said, "But after receiving it, it will become personal and cannot be replaced easily, so as not to affect the feel."

Zhang Ze looked at this person and smiled: "Master Shen Qin, it seems that you have not been in vain to please Princess Jinyu, you have got what you wanted."

Saying such rude words in front of everyone is something Zhang Zhe can do.

Shen Qing bowed respectfully: "The princess and your majesty appreciate it."

While they were talking, the soldiers and warlocks also searched and found no inappropriate items.

In addition to their own instruments, the musicians only wore common quilts and gowns.

Wang Tong, who was next to him, was yawning profusely. He was impatient with their greetings and urged: "Are you okay? I'm so sleepy. I can't open my eyes."

When he finished speaking, his voice paused.

"I heard..."

Zhang Ze looked at him instantly: "What did you hear?"

Before Wang Tong could answer, a guard came running in from outside the door.

"Zhongcheng, there is something strange over there at the altar!"

altar.

Zhang Ze turned around and looked outside. Beyond the brightly lit palace, the night sky in the direction of the altar was as dark as thick ink.

But in Zhang Ze's sight, a figure appeared in the thick night sky.

Tall and big, with fluttering skirts, she spread her arms as if she wanted to cover the sky.

At the same time, Wang Tong shouted out what he had not finished.

"…..The bell is ringing."

With these words, the figures in the night sky in Zhang Ze's sight also turned into nothingness.

"...Someone saw someone on the altar, no, I don't know what it was, worshiping-" At this time, Bingwei also whispered in his ear.

Zhang Ze said nothing, looked at the night sky that had returned to normal, grabbed Wang Tong and ran outside.

The guards in the room hurriedly followed.

The disturbed musicians couldn't help but take a few steps forward, crowded around the door and looked out.

"What are they looking for?"

"What's strange?"

"Forbidden objects? What forbidden objects?"

The musicians were completely sleepless and couldn't help but whisper, and followed Zhang Ze and his party to look at the night sky.

The lights outside were bright and the night sky was dyed red.

Shen Qing, who was standing behind the people in the room, stretched out his hand and flicked the guqin lightly. The butterfly engraved on the guqin was suddenly peeled off, fell into his palm, and was then put into his arms.

He picked up the guqin and said, "Stop inquiring and discussing these things. Do our duty to avoid getting into trouble."

Yes, living in the palace is to remember to pretend to be deaf and dumb. The musicians quickly looked away and closed the door.

"Get ready for bed."

"I have to get up early tomorrow."

Everyone talked one after another, sorted the items that had been thrown on the floor, and went to bed again.

It was so cold and I was woken up again. I didn't know if I could fall asleep again. A musician lay down and saw Shen Qing rubbing his eyes next to him.

"Master Shen Qin, what's wrong?" he asked with concern.

Although Zhang Ze had just laughed at Shen Qing in public for clinging to the princess, to the musicians, the title of Qin Zhuangyuan was well deserved and there was no contempt at all.

Shen Qing smiled: "It's okay, my eyes don't feel comfortable."

The musician hurriedly said: "I told you earlier not to read the music score at night. It hurts your eyes. Close your eyes and let yourself rest."

Shen Qing thanked him and lay down. The room gradually became quiet and the lights went out.

In the dim night, Shen Qing smiled and covered his eyes with his hands.

This woman is really vicious.

The tenderness that has been woven for her for so long cannot cover up her true nature.

…

…

"I saw, saw a figure..."

"On the altar, prostrate."

"I thought who was bold enough to run up there, so I went to stop him."

"Then, and then, it was gone."

An official guarding the altar was brought over and stammered in describing Zhang Ze. The panic on his face had not dissipated. When he said this, his legs became weak and he wanted to kneel down.

Two soldiers carried him.

Zhang Ze looked at the others: "What about you?"

In front of the altar is not only a guard, but also soldiers.

Hearing Zhang Ze's question, they all shook their heads. "No." "I didn't see it." "I just saw Lin Lingshi screaming and kneeling on the ground."

Hearing everyone say this, Lin Lingshi became even more frightened and said tremblingly, "I didn't lie, I, I..."

Zhang Ze looked at him: "Then you just drank secretly and got drunk."

Lin Lingshi shook his head in shock: "I don't have it, I don't have it, and I don't dare—"

But before he could finish his words, Zhang Ze waved his hand: "Take away! Lin Lingshi drank on duty, desecrated the altar, and was treasonous."

Lin Lingshi was really paralyzed at this moment, and he was crying and wanted to say something. The soldiers had neatly removed his chin and dragged him away.

Zhang Ze looked at the other people here.

These people trembled under his gaze.

"Check carefully to see who else dares to drink at this time." Zhang Ze said.

The soldiers and guards responded yes.

Zhang Ze ignored these people and walked towards the altar.

Wang Tong followed, looked left and right, and whispered: "I don't think that man has drunk." Then he looked down at the Sanqing bell in his waist, "It is said that this bell cannot be rang, but it will vibrate when encountering obstacles, so here What is it that appears?" After saying that, he grabbed Zhang Ze's arm and asked in a low voice, "The ghost of Empress Jiang?" Then he raised his eyebrows, "Is she rushing to worship the heaven?"

Zhang Ze glanced at him: "Didn't you hear what I said just now? I said Lin Lingshi was drunk."

Wang Tong understood what Zhang Ze meant, and blamed the abnormality Lin Lingshi saw on drunken gibberish, so as not to cause panic and affect tomorrow's ceremony to worship the heaven.

But he just wanted to discuss it.

This card can be used to wave him around one night, and we should all be considered brothers.

Besides, he was the one who broke this weird thing. Without him, Zhang Ze would still be searching everywhere stupidly, and the ghost of Empress Chiang Kai-shek would have finished offering sacrifices here!

Wang Tong said angrily: "I won't say a word to you next!"

After that, he threw up his sleeves and walked away.

Zhang Ze ignored him and stood on the altar looking up at the night sky.

Of course he knew that Lin Lingshi didn't drink, because he didn't drink either.

That Lin Lingshi saw something strange on the altar, and he also saw the figure in the night sky.

This can be considered as being pulled into the confusion.

Fortunately, as the Sanqing bell carried by Wang Tong rang, the confusion was broken, the figures disappeared, and Qingming was restored.

"Zhongcheng." The warlocks who were searching around came in a hurry and whispered, "Found it."

Zhang Ze turned around and saw a warlock holding something.

A paper cutout.

Doll cutout.

….

….

"So it's the remnants of Empress Chiang who gathered magicians to create illusions to scare people's hearts?"

The emperor looked at the paper-cut figure handed to him and said.

Zhang Ze nodded: "Prince Princess Jinyu was in Lingquan Temple, and all the monks were asleep. It must be their fault. My subordinate Zhu Shan hanged himself in the middle of the night, which was also their method."

It can actually cause people to hang themselves. The emperor looked at the paper man with a bit of disgust and waved his hand: "Get rid of these witchcraft and evil things quickly."

Wang Tong stepped forward with a whisk, picked up the paper figure, and lit it with fire.

The paper man instantly turned into ashes.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to worry, these tricks will be self-defeating," he said.

It was said that it was self-defeating without attacking, but it had already reached the altar, which showed that the method was unusual. The emperor called the eunuch: "Go and invite Xuanyangzi quickly."

The chief **** responded and hurried away.

Wang Tong curled his lips, but didn't say that having him was enough. The ancestor wouldn't come anyway, so just go and invite him if you want.

Zhang Ze said: "Your majesty, please rest assured. Illusion is just an illusion after all. Where the emperor is, under the way of heaven, it is unbearable."

Yes, no matter what, Bai Ying met, Princess Jinyu also met, Zhang Ze's men even lost their lives, but he didn't feel anything from the beginning to the end.

Logically speaking, he was the one the remnants of Empress Chiang wanted to get rid of most.

It's just that evil spirits and strange ways are all in vain in front of the emperor.

The emperor regained his composure and held Bai Ying beside him in his arms: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Bai Ying nodded, but her expression did not relax.

It's an illusion.

It's not a ghost, it's a human trick.

Bai Ying clenched her hands.

She didn't know whether Jiang Houdang had such means, but she knew that her sister had such means.

It makes people see ghosts and ghosts that don't exist, makes people go crazy, and makes people have nightmares!

Therefore, it was not the ghost of Empress Chiang who was causing trouble from the beginning.

Baili, as expected, was already here!

Moreover, it must not be far from her!

Have you updated a lot recently? Because I have deleted another 30,000 words, I haven’t saved the manuscript at all. The more I write every day, the more I write, and the less I write, the less I get. If I don’t finish it, I will ask for leave in advance.

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