151 “Rebirth of the Grand Favor (H, 1v1)” Chapter 143: Dream Return

Qiqi really hated Zhonghua so much that when doing such embarrassing things with him, she would deliberately inhale and lift her anus, and bite him tightly with her already tight pussy. Whenever she heard Zhonghua take a deep breath and almost let it out, Qiqi would look at him with some pride.

But what he got in exchange was that he pressed her down and fucked her hard again.

Every time, it made her waist sore and her legs weak, and she couldn’t even get out of bed.

On this day, Qiqi’s legs were still a little weak. She was going to Lianhua Temple with Su’s mother to offer incense and pray for blessings.

One is to pray for His Majesty’s dragon body to be healthy, and the other is that Su’s mother hopes that Qiqi and Shen Chonghua can have a child as soon as possible. Su’s mother is particularly looking forward to the birth of this grandson.It must also be a sense of emotional transfer, after all, she missed her daughter’s childhood.

Of course, what Su’s mother hopes more is that Qiqi can be happy and have children.At that time, this was the best life and the best wishes.

Qiqi remained silent. She knew that Su’s mother didn’t know that she had been taking medicine.As long as Su’s mother wanted to go, she would accompany her.They were separated for a lifetime in the previous life, and they didn’t meet again until more than ten years later in this life. Qiqi cherishes every moment with her family.

Qiqi accompanied Su’s mother to offer incense and bow, and went to add money for sesame oil. Then Su’s mother went to visit her layman friend who was meditating in Lianhua Temple. There must be many things to talk about, so Qiqi was arranged to wait in a Zen room.

The Zen room is simple, with one flower, one scroll, one leaf and one window. Despite its simplicity, it is very Zen-like.

I don’t know where the sound of wooden fish came from, as well as music and monks chanting sutras in a low voice.

Qiqi sat down in front of the small table and felt that the agarwood incense in the Zen room smelled very good. This kind of agarwood was not common and had an elegant smell. It seemed to have the effect of calming the mind and concentrating the mind.

Qiqi closed her eyes, relaxed herself, smelled the incense, and listened to the faint sound of chanting. Unknowingly, she felt like a dream but not a dream. She seemed to be asleep, but not deeply, as if she was half asleep and half awake.

She felt like the curling green smoke, light and airy, her whole body relaxed, indescribably relaxed and wonderful.

Her feet were on the ground, but she felt like she was floating on the clouds. In such a strange and surprising feeling, Qiqi felt like she was floating out of the Zen room. In a mist, she drifted into the imperial city with red walls and green tiles, and arrived at the entrance of a gorgeous palace.

Qiwu Palace.

Qiwu Palace was the residence of queens of all dynasties. Qiqi soon realized that he was dreaming. Otherwise, how could he be in Lianhua Temple one moment and in the palace the next?

But how could he dream of Qiwu Palace?

Qiqi had no acquaintances here, and was not curious about the queen’s life. She was about to leave and wanted to visit other places. It was a dream anyway, and she was curious about what else she would dream about.

Then she heard someone shout: “Your Majesty, forgive me!”

The man seemed to be very frightened and tried his best to hold it back, but his voice could not help but tremble. He said: “Your Majesty, please forgive me. I really can’t feel my mother’s pulse… But Your Majesty, you can let Mr. Sun come and try…”

Qiqi was a little curious at this moment. Is the Queen seriously ill?

But in her impression, the prince failed to seize the throne and was exiled, and the queen committed suicide by hanging from a beam.Who is the empress living in Wu Palace?Concubine Chen?

After all, it was just a dream. Qi Qi stepped forward to see what was going on, but felt that she had arrived in the hall in the blink of an eye, as if she had learned the art of walking through walls.

The white gauze curtain floats, and the room is filled with the scent of a Zen room.

A figure knelt down behind Qing Shaman. Knowing that it was a dream, Qiqi became bolder. She opened the curtain and walked over, only to find that the person kneeling in the crowd, the ninety-five-year-old emperor, looked very much like Zhong Hua.

Why do you say it is similar?

Because that man was wearing a dragon robe.

In this life, Zhong Zhonghua has not yet received his destiny from heaven. Although he was a noble in the previous life, this man’s brows are full of desolate melancholy, unlike Zhong Zhonghua’s ruthlessness and coldness at that time.

Because that man looked much older than the high-spirited Zhonghua now…