He didn't believe in "thinking every day and dreaming at night", and he didn't accept that he was actually afraid of this, so he had such a nightmare!

But he still tasted what it was like to be beheaded.

And it was six times.

During the day, he killed six people, and in his dreams he was killed six times.

Only then did he know that after a person's head was chopped off, he would not lose consciousness immediately, and he could still hear the head falling to the ground, making a "gudong" sound.

He saw that the sky was spinning and the head was rolling on the ground.

Beheading doesn't hurt.

But that creepy feeling made him extremely frightened.

After a nightmare, Pei Jiufeng woke up.

His face was even more ugly.

He hadn't slept well for two days in a row, his headache felt like countless needles were stabbing, and the sound of "gululu" from the rolling of his head on the ground echoed faintly in his ears.

He stiffened his neck and couldn't help rubbing the back of his neck.

When he went to court, the courtiers persuaded him. When he was irritable and wanted to kill, he suddenly thought of that nightmare... The word "pull down" was in his throat, but he swallowed it without saying it.

His face was even more ugly.

This means that he was afraid, compromised, and was extremely humiliated in his heart.

He had no nightmares that night.

This made Pei Jiufeng feel complicated.

He didn't believe that there was such a strange retribution.

What he has done to others, what he will suffer in his dreams, this is ridiculous!

He was determined not to accept this kind of retribution, believing that it was just a coincidence.

So, when the gardener accidentally broke a pot of flowers, he ordered the gardener to eat the soil.

That night, Pei Jiufeng had another dream.

In the dream, he has been eating dirt.

Not only does he eat dirt, but once he eats slowly, doesn't look happy enough, and doesn't make a fragrant sound, he will be whipped, spit out, and eat again.

"Guo didn't do that!"

Pei Jiufeng was very angry, "Gu only let him eat dirt! I didn't ask him to eat deliciously! Eat quickly! Eat happily!"

"How dare you talk back!" In the dream, the young emperor said coldly, "Feed him Yexiang!"

What is Night Fragrance?

The name is very nice, and it also has the word "fragrance".

It's actually excrement.

Is there anything dirtier in the world?

Pei Jiufeng, the dignified emperor, was in the most bitter years of his childhood, and the most humiliating food he had ever eaten was also bad rice. The "he" in the dream actually punished himself for eating Yexiang?

He knew that he was dreaming and that death would not really affect him, so he grabbed the guard's saber and killed himself!

"Boom!"

His body sank, and he saw the upside-down world.

In a flash, Pei Jiufeng was alive again.

Back when was initially forced to eat dirt.

This time, he didn't dare to make trouble again, just eat the dirt obediently. Try to eat fast, deliciously, and happily.

In this way, after eating the soil all night, he still felt a heavy stomach when he woke up, which was very uncomfortable.

Thinking of that unsuccessful attempt to eat Ye Xiang, he felt nauseated in his chest!

He suspected that there was something dirty in the palace and cast a demon on him.

Otherwise, good-natured, how could this be?

Pei Jiufeng didn't dare to try again.

He was indeed proud and competitive, but the absurd torture in the dream was as clear as reality, and he didn't want to experience it again.

For several days, he did not kill ministers or behead palace servants again.

Although his face was ugly as if he was constipated, his temper finally became milder.

"Do you think he is cheap?" After telling Hui Hui what he had done a few days ago, and looking at Pei Jiufeng's performance in the past few days, Shao Yin said sarcastically.

What can Gray say? Remembering that said before that the male and female protagonists don't hate it, just feel that face hurts.

"So, what are you going to do next?" it asked flatteringly.

Shaoyin raised her eyebrows: "What are you going to do next?"

Hui Hui was dumbfounded: "Me? What do you want me to do?"

"Weaving dreams." Shaoyin said.

Gray: "...Dear Yinyin, I told you, I can't hurt the male lead. You let me weave nightmares, I can't do it."

"This time it's not a nightmare." Shaoyin said, "It's just an ordinary dream."

It's not that she can't do it.

But someone can do it for you, so why bother?

Gray thought about it and agreed.

A few days ago, Shaoyin was doing something, and it was not there. He only listened to Shaoyin's dry description, and didn't know how annoyed it was.

It wants to know what happened.

If it is weaving dreams, it can see.

For several days, Pei Jiufeng didn't kill or punish anyone, and she slept normally.

He was hesitating whether it was a magic trick or a coincidence, and suddenly he had another dream.

Just like the last time, he immediately realized that he was dreaming.

But there is a difference, the feeling in the dream is not as clear as before, it seems to be vague and dull.

However, he soon understood that it was not blurry and dullness, but that the previous dream was too clear.

He hesitated, and began to look around.

This is a dilapidated small yard, very, very small, not half as big as his bedroom.

The wall is mottled, with withered weeds growing on the top of the wall, and a small vegetable patch under the corner of the wall, with a few crooked shallots growing.

There are two rooms in total, the main room and the east room. Next to the east room is a thatched cottage with only a roof and no walls. It is a kitchen.

He touched his face, walked to the big vat by the stove, and looked down.

There was a small half-tank of water in the tank, and as soon as he lowered his head, he saw his own reflection. It was a boy with big eyes, sunken cheeks, and a very hungry skinny boy. Looking at his stature, he was only eleven or twelve years old, but he was actually fourteen years old.

He didn't know why he knew, he thought it was a demon.

He looked down at the clothes on his body. It was autumn and the weather was cold, but the boy was wearing a shirt that was so short that his arms and calves were exposed, and it was full of patches.