The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 1062 They are repairing this broken world

Seeing that Emperor Wen Xuan was interested in his miserable state in the dream, Ma Chuyang's heart skipped a beat and he looked at Tang Xinghe bitterly, "Brother, can I tell you?"

They had originally agreed not to tell anyone about it, after all, it was not a pleasant thing. But he was eager to join in the fun and couldn't stop himself.

Tang Xinghe glanced at him and said, "You've already started it, and now you ask me if I can tell you?"

The one who asked the questions in particular was Emperor Wenxuan.

They both had a natural reverence for the emperor.

But the people of Liang did not know the true identity of Emperor Wenxuan. From the list of seven sons reported to them, they saw that Emperor Wenxuan was called "Zhu Jiu" and had no official position or achievements.

When they were playing couplets on the boat, he did not play, but just played the qin, making him particularly inconspicuous among the seven people.

Therefore, the people of Liang thought that Zhu Jiu was actually a scoundrel, and it was very likely that they were using him to make up the number because the North Wing could not get seven people.

And seeing that Zhu Jiu wanted to lie on Yu Di, he was even more affectionate than the Queen. So there was a new speculation, thinking that Zhu Jiu might be simply familiar with Yu Di, and was just taking advantage of the power of the other side.

Seeing that Generals Tang and Ma were quite afraid of this man, the guess became clearer.

At this moment, Ma Chuyang looked at Emperor Wen Xuan, aggrieved, "I dreamed that I was hung on the city wall by the Wan people and humiliated, and was tortured to death one by one..."

"Don't talk nonsense. He wasn't tortured to death. He wasn't killed. He was just beaten with a barbed whip until his blood was all over his body." Tang Xinghe corrected.

Ma Chuyang nodded, "Oh, it seems that I was not tortured to death, and I didn't die. But I felt so much pain, just like I was really whipped. The Wan people also used me to threaten my brother Xinghe to surrender."

Tang Xinghe suddenly put his arm around Ma Chuyang's shoulders and said in a rare deep voice, "He gestured to me and said that if I surrendered, he would hate me. He also said that if we were brothers, we should leave quickly. So I led my troops to retreat..."

Even though it was just a dream, his eyes were red when he said it.

I have to say that these two take their dreams very seriously.

"No! Are you two still having the same dream?"

Tang Ma nodded and said in unison, "Yes, we both had the same dream. Isn't that strange?"

It was on the night when Cen Yuan fell into the abyss while trying to save Tang Xinghe. The two were in great pain and had high fevers. They had this dream together.

After waking up, the two of them discussed the dream while crying for their prince consort.

Tang Xinghe asked Ma Chuyang confusedly, "Are you still in pain?"

Ma Chuyang cried and said, "It hurts so much that I don't want to live anymore. But I want to go back to Beiyi. Even if I die, I want to die on the land of Beiyi."

In that dream, Ma Chuyang was rescued and brought back to Beiyi with wounds all over his body. He held on to his last breath, went back to Beiyi to see Tang Xinghe for the last time, and died in his arms.

Tang Xinghe also clearly remembered the grief he felt in his dream. Not long after Ma Chuyang passed away, he also died.

He remembered what he thought before he died: If there is an afterlife, I will never let Ma Chuyang suffer this pain again, nor will I let the North Wing become devastated.

This is their common dream.

But who would take dreams seriously?

Ma Chuyang patted his chest heavily, his knuckles knocking against his brocade robes, "Fortunately, dreams are always the opposite! In my dream, the mountains and rivers of the North Wing were in ruins, but in reality, the North Wing is thriving and prosperous. The opposite! The opposite! Dreams are always the opposite!"

Emperor Wen Xuan laughed and said, "Dreams are definitely the opposite! Not to mention dreams, even the words of the quacks have to be interpreted the opposite way."

He told everyone about his short-lived fate while chatting and laughing, "Look, I'm alive and well. So, don't tell fortunes too much. As for dreams, just forget them when you wake up. Don't take them seriously."

He hasn't said yet that he dreamed that his father died!

He dared not say such treasonous words, otherwise his father would think that he was a fool who wanted to be in power and hoped that his father would die.

Shi Anxia lowered her head and listened, her eyelashes casting a light gray shadow on her eyelids, and her eyes were already filled with tears.

My heart hurts so much.

Cen Yuan's hand silently covered her trembling fingertips, and the emperor's palm was broad and warm.

The city was in ruins, the dead were everywhere, and the devastated north wing was a wound that the couple kept deep in their hearts and dared not touch.

However, it turned out that those past events had already turned into nightmares, tossing and turning in the sleep of countless people.

People often say that dreams are the opposite of what they really are, and that dreams are upside down.

In fact, dreams are not the opposite, but someone uses flesh and blood as fuel, holds a torch alone in the long night, and straightens out the black and white that were once reversed inch by inch.

They walk alone in the long night, carrying the weight of collapsed mountains and rivers. With the faint light of fireflies, they repair this broken world inch by inch, restoring it to its original beautiful appearance.

Cen Yuan never coveted the power on the Nine Dragon Chair. But when the memory of the reborn awakened in his blood, he realized that this stolen time was actually a responsibility given by God.

Cen Yuan asked with a smile, "Jiang Jibai, why didn't you dream about me going to Beiyi to be a royal consort?"

Jiang Jibai was stunned by the question, with a bewildered look on his face, "In my dream, there seemed to be no prince consort in the North Wing. Even if there was, he was unknown, and definitely not as famous as my emperor."

Tsk! What a flattery! Everyone was impressed.

"So, don't take dreams seriously. Sometimes dreams are the opposite, and sometimes reality is very different from dreams." Cen Yuan reminded him, "Jiang Qing, don't worry about dreams anymore."

"Yes, I thank your Majesty for your advice." Jiang Jibai responded.

What he didn't say was that after he came out of the prison in his dream, he became a close minister of Emperor Yu and had great power in the court.

It was somewhat shameless to say this in public. Others would think that he was crazy and wanted to rise to the top overnight, so he flattered the Feather Emperor first, and then tried to get close to the Feather Emperor and ask for an official position.

There was one thing Jiang Jibai didn't say, which was that Emperor Yu claimed to be ill not long after, but was actually poisoned, and the new emperor ascended the throne.

The new emperor is the fifth prince Cen Che.

He had met Cen Che several times, but he really didn't see that man as having the appearance of an emperor.

Perhaps, dreams really can't be taken seriously. Jiang Jibai decided to let go of his obsession.

However, he decided to follow his dream when it came to his own life, because in his dream, he married Hong Jinxin, the second daughter of Hong Rui, the Minister of Works, and Hong Jinxin's elder sister was the favorite concubine of Emperor Yong.

Hong Jinxin seemed well-educated, but she was actually a fickle person. Not only did she often go to the palace to have fun under the pretext of visiting her sister, she also served Emperor Yong with her sister and cheated on him.

Later, after Jiang Jibai was imprisoned, Hong Jinxin made matters worse for his family. She even abandoned their child, who unfortunately drowned in a pond.

Whenever Jiang Jibai thought of this dream, he hated Hong Jinxin. Even if they had never met in this life, he still couldn't let it go.

But recently, just like in his dream, his mother has been in contact with the Hong family, preparing to set him up with Hong Jinxin.

Jiang Jibai felt that although the dream was the opposite, his hatred and disgust towards Hong Jinxin was difficult to eliminate.

He must stop this marriage.

There was a burst of laughter coming from another bonfire in the distance, attracting Yu Di and others.

Yu Di said, "Go and see what they are doing so noisily."

Tang Xinghe and Ma Chuyang ran the fastest, following Ye Baoer like a gust of wind to get the news.

After a while, he came back to report, "Master Huang is going to compose a poem on the spot!"