My Name is Nalan Ye

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Regarding the military report, not at all was decided. Emperor Jia Ma only said that he would consider it again … In fact, he wanted to convene the minister to discuss.

I didn’t care too much. Today, I still have a lower status. After being rewarded by Yao Ye, we went out of the Imperial Palace all the way.

I invited Yao Ye to Nalan Clan again. After thinking about it, she responded.

Grandiose came all the way to the Nalan mansion, where banquets were being held, and wine tables were placed from the mansion to the outside.

10 li long banquet, no less than 1000 tables!

The entourage and guards ate feast on the street, and those with high status entered. I was confused about the banquet and kept eating it, he he was very lively.

Until the sky was dark, all the talents dispersed.

I also drowsy and drank back by the maid. Lying in a familiar room, exactly the same as when I left.

I drink too much, my head hurts, and I feel a bit heavy, but I do n’t want to eat Medicinal Pill, but just go to sleep.

In the dream, I dreamed about the life I lived in before.

Perhaps everything today is too dreamy to be established as a prince, celebrated by nearly 10000 people, and discuss state affairs with an emperor …

In the past, it was definitely not mediocre, I can get it.

Some old basketball courts, a small lake, a hillside covered with pine trees, and brand new teacher apartments …

The chaotic scenes are stacked together, they are all familiar, but a little strange, is this my high school or university?

It seems that two schools overlap.

As soon as the picture changed, it was replaced by a classroom. I sat back and fell asleep on the table. At this time, the footsteps of high heels sounded, and a woman Teacher who could not see her face came and knocked on my desktop.

I was taken aback, and I sat up straight and looked at it, then I was scared again, because at this time, I finally saw the face of this female Teacher!

“Beauty … Medusa ?!”

Although it is an Earth professional dress, but that face, I see clearly, a pair of phoenix eyes, red lips, charming and attractive, not Medusa who can it be?

“Hu Huh …”

I gasped for a few breaths. Heavily leaned on the back table, swearing, and even dreaming about Medusa, what the fuck!

Isn’t it because I killed her, guilty?

Haha, how is it possible that Medusa is not the first person I killed, as for me.

It seems to be the consequence of negotiating the Snake-People Tribe with the emperor today …

I was thinking about it here, but I didn’t notice that light purple rays of light gradually appeared in the black eyes of the “Medusa Teacher” that was stuck, and then “she” came alive!

She looked down at me a few times, and looked all around curiously, very strange table, very strange architectural style.

Through the huge “transparent crystal window”, you can see the square outside, there are many big trees and flower beds embellished, but there is no slight sense of beauty. It seems that these trees were transplanted just to cope with things.

“A place I have never seen, even in an ancient book, has never seen a record of such a place.”

She frowned, looked down at me, and asked indifferently: “This will not be Jia Ma Empire. Where did you see this kind of scene?”

Jia Ma Empire?

Unfamiliar and familiar words came into my ears. I was stunned before looking up towards “Medusa Teacher”. How could she ask me this kind of question?

What are these messy dreams?

I was speechless for a while. As a Teacher, I thought she would scold me why I went to bed in class. Didn’t expect would ask this kind of question.

Sure enough, deep down in my heart, I don’t like to study …

I waved my hand at will, too lazy to answer this question, and laid back lazily on the table.

She didn’t say anything, just stood in the aisle and looked down at me quietly.

I was uncomfortable with her eyes, and my head was tilted, and I was resting on my arm while looking up at her.

4 eyes, her light purple eyes are mysterious and beautiful. Only after that beauty is endless indifference.

Looking at that indifference, I seemed to see the endless, yellow sand Tagore desert. In the vast yellow sand, countless risks are hidden.

“Hey! Hey!”

Like the sound of a beating heart, I trancely felt that my heartbeat was accelerating because I was afraid.

Looking at the light purple eyes, I swallowed and finally realized it was wrong.

Too bad!

With a scream, I suddenly got up and backed away. The behind desk was knocked over by me, and then hit other desks, among the crackles, there were countless snow-white textbook practice workbooks flying.

But where do I have the mood to manage these?

I ran out a few meters away, and I was close to the wall of the classroom, pointing at the “Female Teacher”, shouting in fright and anxiety:

“You, who the hell are you ?!”

This guy will never be the one I dreamed of. Because the light purple eyes contained too much information, it was too real.

Well, it is simply a person, a wise body with its own thoughts, how could it be the character in my dream?

“Who are you?”

She did not chase it, but stood on the spot, picked up a textbook and looked over.

The cover of the textbook is “College Chinese”. After she opened it, I was surprised to find that the book was not blank!

At least not all, some places are blank, and some places have printed text.

It seems that this is based on my memory.

I have read the “University of Chinese” naturally, so if there is something in my memory, there will be text in the textbook; but there is nothing in my memory, it is blank.

This discovery undoubtedly made me shudder. Looking around all around, here is a very ordinary classroom. But at this time, it seems extremely abnormal.

Here is no ordinary dream!

If it is an ordinary dream, with my current self-knowledge and my current thinking, I woke up long ago.

But no, now I am still trapped in this “dream” with no signs of waking up.

all around, the wall is still the wall, the table is still the table. Even through the glass windows, you can see the playground and flower beds downstairs-the playground is painted with cement, and the flower beds are attached to porcelain plates.

There is no change at all, and there is no paradoxical mutation in ordinary dreams. All these scenes seemed to be solidified by a mysterious force and could not change any more.

At this time, “She” had finished reading “University Chinese” and picked up another “University English”.

This “University English” is extremely incomplete, almost blank, but always … there are still so few English.

“She” reached out and stroked the book, her white fingers crossed the smooth paper, looked up towards me, the meaning in her eyes was unclear, and said:

“It’s a very interesting book. Although I can’t understand the text above, I can be sure that the book is really text.”