My mother of Douluo is the transmigrator

Chapter 127 The Imperial Princess Owes Me One

Xue Qingquan woke up from the dream, and suddenly opened his eyes wide, the beautiful eyes opened wide in a daze.

She was in severe pain, and felt that half of her body was not her own. Her right eye and half of her head were wrapped in bandages.

After blinking, he could only look at his left eye.

Aren't you dead?
What caught my eye was an unfamiliar ceiling.

No, I am in the palace, this is the palace of the imperial city, why did she return to the imperial city!
Why didn't I die?

As soon as she sat up, the wound on her body hurt like it was being torn open.

"Pain, pain—"

She hissed, and saw a court lady standing aside holding a water basin, then hurriedly said:
"Princess, you are awake! You can't get up yet."

"Why am I here?"

"You were covered in blood last night, if you don't wake up, Pei'er won't know what to do?"

The maid named Pei'er put down the copper basin in her hand, with a bit of complaint on her face, she and Xue Qingquan grew up as sisters.

"I really don't know what you think, princess, those who fight and kill, our daughter's should not participate."

Xue Qingquan was still a little dazed.

She raised a finger, pointed at herself, looked down at the soft and close-fitting clothes on her body, opened the collar and poked her head in to have a look, it was indeed her body, those two things were still in the way, but the injury seemed It was all healed, without leaving any scars, and even the skin became more tender, but the phantom pains all over her body brought her back to reality.

Look up and look aside.

In the bronze mirror, he still has that alluring appearance, but half of his face is under the bandage, and the other half of his skin is pale and bloodless. At this time, it makes people feel more affectionate, and there is a faint fragrance of incense on his body.

She pointed to her nose and asked Pei Er, a maid who played with her since she was a child.

"I'm not, am I dead?"

"Bah bah, don't say that."

Peer was anxious for a while, and explained:
"It was the Lord Bai Dizi who sent you to the palace and found the best healing soul master to save you."

Things are getting more and more confused.

Xue Qingquan held back the pain all over his body.

She was not wearing any shoes, her little white feet 'kicked' on the ground, her pale golden hair was in a mess, without the constraints of a corset, a touch of greasy whiteness could be seen when the bluish-white breasts were opened.

She doesn't like the skirt on her body.

The wide sleeves are too wide, and it is not at all easy to float around. The skirt has no bags to hold things, just for a good look, and the skirt is also very obstructive when running.

She prefers exercise clothes with rolled-up sleeves and trousers, or commoner clothes.

Ignoring Pei'er's yelling behind her, she endured the pain and limped to the door, sometimes she had to hop on one foot and push it away to the outside of the courtyard.

The greetings from the surrounding maids fell on deaf ears, and now she kept walking forward, her white and tender feet were dirty, and because of the severe pain all over her body, her pink and tender neck was sweating, and a few strands of hair were stuck to her.

She kept walking outside, kept walking until she reached the imperial city, walked outside the palace, and saw the Heaven Dou King City below.

That bustling, prosperous Heaven Dou King City.

The sun should have just come out.

A ray of golden light from the morning sun swept across her eyes.

She closed her eyes and raised her hands to cover them.

Just now, she seemed to see the same Wangcheng as yesterday.

But she was afraid that her eyes would be dazzled, and she was worried that what she would see after she put down her hand would still be ruins.

In the distance, the hustle and bustle of the morning market filled her ears.

She puts her hands down.

The crowds on the street are crowded, bustling, cars and horses are constantly flowing, and the noise on the street is the same as in the past, which is so reassuring.

There was white smoke rising from the side of the overpass, and she seemed to be able to smell the aroma of steamed buns when she looked at it from such a distance and so high.

So, everything that happened that night was a dream.

wrong!

Pei'er mentioned the White Emperor, that young man in white once called himself the White Emperor!

The maid hurriedly ran out behind her and put a piece of clothing on her body.

"Oh, my princess, what do you do if you are so thin that others can see your body? Do you still want to get married?"

"Pearl, tell me, that night, the huge Buddha was in the city, look, what's going on?"

She was a little incoherent, shaking her head from side to side, gesticulating.

The maid on the side, Pei'er, just felt that the princess was a bit strange today.

"That evil Buddha has already been killed by Lord Bai Dizi."

She understands it as a matter of course.

Yes, yes, you also know the boy who claims to be the son of the White Emperor, and you also know the giant Buddha with his breasts exposed!

What's wrong?

"But, what about the city, those ruined streets in the city, the royal city that was shattered into ruins?"

Pell looked puzzled: "What, princess, Lord Bai Dizi stopped the monster on a field of yellow beams, and prevented the monster from entering the city. He fought with the monster on a field of yellow beams."

"The yellow rice fields have been destroyed badly, so what does it have to do with Wangcheng?" the maid said naturally.

Xue Qingquan was dumbfounded, feeling that his memory was in chaos.

Which side is a dream and which side is reality?

"No, since that so-called Emperor Bai and that monster were fighting on the yellow beam field, how did you know?" Xue Qingquan continued to ask.

This time Pei'er seemed to be lost in thought, and she was also whispering in her mouth.

"Yeah, how did I know."

Thinking about it, some not-so-good pictures appeared in Pei'er's mind, and then they were suppressed as dreams.

But no matter what, I don't understand why I saw the evil Buddha and Bai Dizi fighting on a piece of yellow rice field with my own eyes, and I always feel that my memory of that incident is blurred.

"It's strange, Pei'er seems to have a dream, dreaming that the monster wreaked havoc in the city..."

Because that is not a dream!
Xue Qingquan stopped worrying about this matter, and instead asked: "Then, then my injury, how did my injury come about?"

If the evil Buddha was really fighting with the boy in white on a field of yellow beams, why would he be so seriously injured?
Pearl shook her head:
"When Lord Bai Dizi sent you back to the palace, Her Majesty Princess suffered such serious injuries."

"In the city, are there any other casualties in the city?"

"Of course not. How could there be casualties in the city?" Pei Er took it for granted.

Xue Qingquan was stunned, looking at the bustling royal city below, and then at his injuries.

Her injury is real, the dream is fake, the reality is real, last night is fake, the evil Buddha and the boy in white are real, what is fake?

Huang Liang has a dream, a dream of Huang Liang.

She seemed to understand, but also seemed to understand nothing.

It's just that for some reason, looking at the noisy royal city and listening to the mixed noise from a distance, his eyes became moist unconsciously.

She remembered how the white-haired boy looked down at her before she fell into a coma.

And those indifferent golden eyes.

That's more real than real.

The sun was shining on her body, it was warm, and the wind was blowing her hair and the clothes on her body. The royal city below her body was as prosperous and grand as before, and she felt so kind to the noise of the people in the morning market.

Xue Qingquan whimpered and kept wiping away tears, not knowing whether he was happy or sad.

"Princess, why are you crying!"

"One hundred is enough. How can I change people in a city?"

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(End of this chapter)