MTL - Becoming the Empress: Golden Finger Set Under My Bed-Chapter 428 Dream interpretation

"Go away!"

In the midsummer night, a loud roar rang out in the moon palace.

In the dim smoky tent, the man sat up straight, he was gasping for breath, his red eyes looked around.

Although there is an ice basin next to the bed, in the cool room, the man's sweat is flowing like a stream.

Sweat dampened her hair and landed on the face of the woman who was sleeping asleep, gentle and pure as moonlight.

"Ok……"

She slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw the man beside her, she straightened up and leaned forward.

"The emperor, what's the matter with you? Isn't it very hot, can your concubine send some ice over?"

As she said this, she hurriedly got out of bed without putting on her shoes in a hurry, only wearing socks, and then walked out.

Zhu Han had a splitting headache, panting quickly, but his eyes touched Meng Chuyue's movements, and his heart couldn't help but move slightly.

"Yue'er, come back. I'm fine."

He said in a deep voice.

Meng Chuyue frowned slightly. Seeing his insistence, she responded softly and said, "The concubine is going to give the emperor a cup of herbal tea."

Having said this, he hurried to the side, where there was always herbal tea with tea made from various flowers and plants, and he drank a sip of the whole body.

She slowly poured out a cup before handing it to Zhu Han's hand.

Looking at Meng Chuyue, Zhu Han slowly drank the tea in the cup, as usual. The name of this tea is soothing tea. Drinking it is soothing.

Before going to bed, Yue'er would always offer him a cup of tea, which was the soothing tea.

The cold tea slowly slipped across his throat, and Zhu Han closed his eyes and slowly sighed: "Yue'er, what would I do without you..."

Hearing what he said, Meng Chuyue gave him a chuckle and said coquettishly: "Which is the concubine that the emperor is thinking about? It is clearly the cup of herbal tea from the concubine..."

Then Zhu Han also laughed: "Good people and good tea."

The two flirted, Zhu Han took Meng Chuyue in his arms, and did not caress her long hair.

Meng Chuyue tentatively asked just now: "The emperor, did you have a nightmare again?"

Zhu Han frowned tightly, and after a long time, he asked in a deep voice, "Is the Witch Gu thing that you told me before is true or not?"

Meng Chuyue was overjoyed when he heard this question.

But on the face, he put on an anxious look, frowning and asked: "Why did the emperor ask like this? Could it be... the emperor had that dream again?"

"That dream" refers to the blood in the sky and the child.

Zhu Han has always been restless in sleep in the past few days, and he even woke up three or four times a night beside other imperial concubines. Beside Na An Lingshan, he even had trouble sleeping.

Only by this Meng Chuyue, drinking her tea, he could actually fall asleep well.

But today, somehow, I had that dream again.

He sighed deeply, and said in a low voice: "I didn't have this dream very much in this place before. Moreover, today, this dream has changed."

Thinking of that dream, Zhu Han frowned tightly, and subconsciously covered his heart.

Meng Chuyue smiled in her heart and slowly said, "What dream did the emperor have?"

Zhu Han thought about that dream, the real pain hit him instantly, and the sweat on his forehead slipped drop by drop.

After a while, he said with difficulty: "I dreamed that... the child was standing in front of me looking at me, and then, a long sword fell from the sky and plunged directly into..."

His fingers clenched the shirt on his chest in an instant.

He did not use ‘I’ to call himself, but he used ‘I’, which is enough to prove that he has lost square inch now.

Meng Chuyue almost wanted to laugh, but she had to put on a panic and sad appearance, which was really suffering.

"The emperor, the emperor is okay, it must be... it must be those spooky people who have made a lot of trouble recently, the emperor will have this kind of dream!"

Zhu Han nodded quickly, and said: "Yes! That's right! It must be those spoilers!"

With that said, he suddenly got up, and Meng Chuyue almost got out of bed by him, quickly stabilized his figure and looked at Zhu Han.

"What happened to the emperor?"

Zhu Han stretched out his hand to pull up his robe, put it directly on his body, strode out, and said as he walked: "Qin Tianjian!"

He must know what kind of signs this dream has. Could he be killed by a group of fools?

Do not! impossible!

Zhu Han thought this way, the steps under his feet got faster and faster, and disappeared before Meng Chuyue's eyes in a blink of an eye.

Looking at the empty palace, Meng Chuyue suddenly laughed, and then, the smile on her face grew thicker, until the maid outside heard her laughter coming in...

However, Meng Chuyue was already smiling and rolling on the ground with her belly.

Naturally, Zhu Han didn't know that his concubine was making fun of him in the moon palace. He strode to the Qintian Supervisor. The official was dragged up and his eyes were hazy. He almost peeed his pants when he saw the emperor in front of him!

Zhu Han looked at him coldly, not caring that his clothes were unkempt and unkempt.

"I dreamt that someone was holding a knife and killed me."

Naqin Tianjian was looking at him with a look of wanting to kill, and he couldn't help but shudder, and he was sober in an instant.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said quickly: "The emperor, the dream is not true."

Zhu Han said coldly: "You didn't tell me the same way last time. You said that the dream was a sign. You can explain this dream for me. What does it mean?"

He clutched the collar of the Qintian Supervisor, with a frosty expression on his face.

Na Jianzheng trembled like sifting chaff, his eyes rumbling, and he said: "Yes...it's the emperor, I...Chenchen will check it with the emperor! Probably it will take time..."

"How long will it take?" he asked coldly.

The supervisor was looking at the emperor's eyes, and tremblingly asked: "Two..."

Seeing that Zhu Han's eyes changed, he quickly changed to: "One day! One day will be the emperor!"

Zhu Han snorted coldly, stood up unexpectedly, stretched his legs and stepped on the monitor's buttocks, staring at the monitor with stern eyes.

"I will give you half a day to solve this dream for me, otherwise...huh."

The supervisor shook his body, repeatedly buckling his head and said: "Yes it is... the minister, the minister obeys!"

When he raised his head again, there was no emperor in front of him.

He stood up trembling, feeling that his clothes had been soaked in sweat, but lowered his head, he saw that his clothes were dripping with unknown liquid.

But in the sultry air, a fishy smell came.