In the hazy moment, Qin Heng felt that he had had a long dream.
Dreams seem true and false, like clouds and smoke, and like life!
The moment he fell from the building after being drunk, he felt like he had returned to ancient times and became an eighth prince named Da Qin.
This world is different from the world he lives in.
The same Qin Heng, here, he has a distinguished life experience, supreme glory and wealth.
Liu Ji, the imperial censor at that time, was his maternal grandfather.
His father, mother and concubine doted on him in every possible way.
Although he is not the legitimate son, he is much more favored than other princes.
In this way, he has been living in the palace without any worries.
This kind of life makes Qin Heng linger and don't want to wake up.
Perhaps, in his heart, he longed for such a life.
Childhood is the most innocent!
In the dream, on this day, the stars were shining brightly and the moon was shining brightly.
Qin Heng took today's home study to his father for review.
Worried about his father going to bed, he planned to go through the imperial garden path to save time.
The path was dark and quiet, with dense flowers and trees. He overcame the fear in his heart and gritted his teeth and ran in.
"Eighth Prince, please slow down."
The shrill voice of the little eunuch Ah Fu came from far behind.
Qin Heng looked at the rockeries on both sides and couldn't help but slow down his steps.
Suddenly, he heard a strange noise coming from the rockery next to him.
He turned around subconsciously.
He saw a figure standing on the rockery holding a stone and throwing it at him.
His face instantly turned pale, and his body turned to one side.
boom
"ah……"
His vision suddenly went dark and he lost consciousness.
After some time, a familiar voice sounded in Qin Heng's ears.
"Heng'er..."
Qin Heng's heavy eyelids moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness dissipating like a mist.
For a moment, he froze.
A dignified-looking, graceful and luxurious woman came into view, looking at him with tears of joy.
This woman was his mother-in-law in the dream.
Emperor Qin’s wife, Liu Yu!
"Where is this?"
Qin Heng looked panicked, swallowed his saliva, and asked subconsciously.
Are you still in a dream?
"Quickly call the imperial doctor, Heng'er is awake."
"Heng'er, how are you? Don't scare me, concubine, this is your palace."
Liu Yu looked at his son's dull eyes and turned pale with fear.
Qin Heng's mind went blank, and he turned his head and looked around.
Everything in front of me is so familiar, the serving maids, the furnishings in the palace...
It's all the same as in a dream.
He secretly pinched his thigh.
call
It was in a dream.
Feeling the pain-free thigh, Qin Heng breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a hint of disappointment in his heart.
"Heng'er, are you talking?"
Suddenly, Qin Heng's body trembled and he looked down.
A pair of slender jade hands were holding his right hand tightly.
The feeling is so real.
It seemed like he was using too much force and he could feel a slight pain.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Liu Yu.
"Isn't this a dream?"
"Silly boy, this is not a dream, you finally woke up."
Liu Yufeng had tears in her eyes and her words were incoherent.
When Qin Heng heard this, he quickly took out his hand, lifted the quilt, and pinched his thigh hard.
Instantly, Qin Heng fell into panic, as if he had been struck by lightning.
His hands could feel the silky smoothness of the inner garment, but there was no feeling at all on his thighs.
"Heng'er..."
He seemed not to hear Liu Yu's choking voice.
He pinched the other leg in panic.
The result was the same, there was no feeling in this leg.
He hurriedly looked up at Liu Yu, with a look of panic on his face: "I...what happened to my leg?"
Liu Yu's face froze, and his eyes looked away with some evasion.
"You... your injury is serious. Your leg will be fine... after a while."
Qin Heng's eyes suddenly opened, his expression dull.
How could he not see that she was lying.
My legs are useless!
Why is this happening?
God, why are you doing this to me?
Isn't it enough to torture me for the rest of my life?
In my previous life, I was abandoned and became an orphan.
I finally grew up and had a woman I liked.
But you just made her seriously ill.
Why are you torturing me like this?
Live another life and travel to this place.
You actually made me a useless person again.
What did I do wrong?
you tell me?
Haha, what a thief.
I'm not convinced!
I can not be reconciled! !
Why do you bully me like this! ! !
"puff."
A mouthful of blood spurted out instantly, and a rain of blood fell suddenly.
Qin Heng felt dizzy, and fell down heavily on the bed.
"Ah... Heng'er, what's wrong with you?"
"Madam, the doctor is here."
"Quick, Doctor Xu, please check what's wrong with Heng'er."
"He suddenly gushed blood and fell into coma."
Liu Yu turned around quickly as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.
A maidservant ran in with an imperial physician who was nearly fifty years old.
Doctor Xu ran directly to the bed to check on Qin Heng's condition.
After a moment, he raised his head, looked at Liu Yu who looked worried, cupped his hands and said, "To Madam Liu, the Eighth Prince was so anxious that he fainted due to his weak body."
"Then when will he wake up?" Liu Yu asked hurriedly.
After Imperial Physician Xu pondered for a moment, he said, "I will give the Eighth Prince acupuncture later to remove the congestion. He should wake up soon."
"Then get acupuncture quickly."
Liu Yu heard this and quickly urged.
"promise."
Doctor Xu turned around and took out a set of silver needles from the medical box, and pricked Qin Heng's body one by one.
At this time, Qin Heng, who was unconscious, felt as if he had entered a dream again.
He was standing in a courtyard, and a simple and elegant hall came into view directly in front of him.
The main door is closed, and a black plaque hangs under the eaves.
"Poison Hall."
"squeak."
As the words fell, the closed door suddenly opened slowly.
"My lord, please come into the hall and have a chat."
A deep and magnetic voice came out from the deep hall, full of mystery and temptation.
"Is there anyone?"
"Lord? What lord?"
"Is it me?"
Qin Heng was stunned for a moment and looked around. The dark hall was like a huge mouth that picked out people and seemed a bit strange.
The light was dim and pitch black.
For a moment, he was a little hesitant.
But then I thought about it, what’s so scary about me now?
Thinking of this, he raised his feet and walked over.
As the footsteps moved forward, the light became brighter and brighter.
Four middle-aged men wearing gray robes and dressed like scholars appeared in front of him.
Qin Heng was surprised. The four of them were smiling and respectful.
"My subordinate Chen Ping is full of words."
"My subordinate Jia Xu, courtesy name Wenhe."
