It's already daybreak.

Song Fei sat beside the bed, looking at Song Ci and Han Zhan who were sleeping on the bed, her brows furrowed, and she was very worried about them.

Yesterday in Shensi Tower, Song Ci and Han Zhan found the dragon-shaped jade pendant under the bones, and both fell into a coma on the spot.

Song Fei asked Zhou Wu to find someone to send them back to the dormitory building to rest. The two had been unconscious for more than ten hours and had not woken up yet.

Song Fei was an atheist, but now she had doubts. Could it be that these two people were possessed by the ghosts of the skeleton owners?

Just when Song Fei suspected that Song Ci was possessed by a ghost and was planning to find an exorcist to check on the two of them, she suddenly noticed two tears sliding down the corners of Han Zhan's eyes and behind his ears.

Song Fei:?

What a heartbreaking dream this must have been!

Song Fei wiped Han Zhan's tears with a tissue, but Han Zhan's tears flowed out drop by drop as if they were free. He began to struggle restlessly, his hands tightly grasping the bed sheet, mumbling a name.

Song Fei didn't hear clearly, she stood up and leaned on Song Ci's chest, then she heard Han Zhan shouting: "Xian'er...Xian'er

...”

Song Fei's pretty face suddenly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Oh shit!

Which lover of Han Zhan is Xian'er?

At this moment, Song Ci's chest, which was being pressed by Song Fei, suddenly rose and fell violently. Song Fei noticed it and quickly stood up. She saw Song Ci open her mouth and exhale, then suddenly open her eyes and sit up in shock!

"His Majesty!"

Song Ci opened his mouth and called out "Your Majesty".

Song Fei blinked, looking at the two people on the bed in silence, feeling a little tired. She stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Song Ci, asking her, "Excuse me, are you my sister Song Ci, or an ancestor from six hundred years ago?"

Song Ci heard Song Fei's voice and slowly turned her head, looking at her with unfamiliar eyes. Staring at Song Fei's cheek, Song Ci's eyes trembled several times before she understood who she was, where she was, and who the person in front of her was.

"Song Fei."

Song Ci hugged Song Fei tightly and said, "Song Fei, it hurts so much."

It’s Song Dynasty porcelain!

Song Fei breathed a sigh of relief. She held Song Ci's head, gently stroked her back, and asked her, "Where does it hurt? Tell me."

Song Ci said with tears in her eyes, "My chest hurts so much."

Song Fei gently patted Song Ci's back and told her: "It was all a dream. You've already woken up. No matter how scary the dream was, it's all over."

Song Ci asked Song Fei: "Song Fei, do you believe in past lives and present lives?"

Song Fei was stunned.

She wanted to say that she didn't believe it, but if Song Ci could be reborn, why couldn't she have a past life or a present life? Song Fei said, "Maybe it's possible. Maybe Meng Po is a beauty dog. When she sees someone good-looking, she feeds them Meng Po soup mixed with fake medicine."

Song Ci was amused by Song Fei.

She let go of Song Fei, wiped her red nose, and said, "Song Fei, go and rest first. I'm feeling very confused right now. I want to lie down for a while."

"Eat breakfast before you lie down!" Song Fei went to the first floor and poured a bowl of porridge that had been cooked long ago, preparing to bring it up to Song Ci. In the living room, Song Fei met Zhou Wu.

Zhou Wu stared at the porridge in her hand and asked, "Is Song Ci awake? Or is Han Zhan awake?"

"Song Dynasty porcelain."

Friday said, "Then I'll go see them too."

"Yeah, whatever."

Song Ci changed into pajamas and sat down on the sofa weakly, staring at Han Zhan on the bed in a daze.

Dugu Jie, Han Zhan...

They are actually the same person!

Song Ci felt uncomfortable when she thought about how she had been entangled with Han Zhan for three lifetimes.

His Majesty...

Her heart ached whenever she thought of His Majesty.

"Song Ci, drink this porridge." Song Fei came in with the porridge. She put the porridge on the table and said to Song Ci with a cold face, "You must eat it. Don't leave a single bite!"

No matter how awesome Song Ci was, he would always be the obedient little kid in front of Song Fei. She quickly stood up from the sofa and walked to the dining table to sit down.

Picking up the spoon and about to take the first bite of porridge, Song Ci noticed that there was another person standing outside the door. Zhou Wu was wearing a set of elderly sportswear and holding a Tai Chi sword in his hand.

Song Ci stared at Zhou Wu and felt that this person had a sense of déjà vu, as if...

Song Ci thought of someone, and then she felt that she was overthinking.

"Uncle Zhou, did you just finish sword practice?"

Zhou Wu looked at Song Ci, but couldn't figure out what was going on. Then he walked in carrying the Tai Chi sword. He sat down on the round stool next to Song Ci and asked her, "Song Ci, why did you suddenly faint yesterday?"

Song Ci told the truth: "The jade pendant has spirituality. During the time I was unconscious, I saw many things through the jade pendant. Those should be the memories of the skeleton owner before his death."

"Oh?" Zhou Wu's expression was a little subtle, and he couldn't help asking: "Who are those white bones?" Zhou Wu had been very curious about this matter and didn't sleep well last night.

Song Ci said: "Emperor Taiping Dugu Jie and General Nangong Xian."

Zhou Wu's eyes suddenly widened. "How could it be possible! How could His Majesty die in the Mo family!"

Song Ci felt that there was something wrong with Friday's reaction.

She turned around and said to Song Fei, "Song Fei, please go out first. I have something to say to Uncle Zhou."

"Um."

Song Fei really went out obediently, not curious about what Song Ci wanted to say to Zhou Wu. After Song Fei left, Song Ci put down the spoon in her hand, looked at Zhou Wu with her beautiful eyes seriously, and suddenly said: "Are you, Dr. Zhou?"

Friday was silent.

Song Ci continued, "When people mention Dugu Jie, those who respect history will respectfully address him as Emperor Taiping, while ordinary people will simply call him by his given name. However, honorifics like 'Your Majesty' are generally only used by people who lived during that dynasty..."

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