All the concubines in the harem are time travelers

Two hours later, Li Ji walked out from behind the screen, neatly dressed and looking refreshed.

When I looked at the woman on the bed again, she was already fast asleep.

Bu Ji seemed to like dragging the quilt under her body and curling up against the wall to sleep. She didn't behave like a noble lady from the capital at all.

As for her abnormal behavior, Li Ji simply thought that the Bu family could not afford to hire a teaching nanny. After all, the frugality and integrity of Lord Bu Congbu of the Censorate was evident to everyone.

If he remembered correctly, Bu Cong had only one wife. Mrs. Bu almost died during childbirth. She managed to hold on until Bu Ji's one-month birth, but finally passed away.

Bu Cong is now over sixty years old and has neither a wife nor a concubine in his house. It is understandable that his beloved daughter Bu Ji has no one to raise her and grow up freely.

He approached the bed and leaned over, trying to pull her away from the wall.

On rainy days, the walls are damp.

Bu Ji hummed in displeasure and felt someone pulling her arm in her sleep. She slapped the person's hand away with her backhand, then hugged the quilt tightly and continued to sleep soundly.

His head was leaning against the wall, and his forehead was red from being pressed.

If this continues, her head will be covered with bruises when she wakes up tomorrow.

Li Ji stared at her for a while, took off his boots, got on the bed, deliberately squeezed her, and lay flat on the side against the wall.

Bu Ji closed his eyes tightly, and felt that he was being forced to move. He frowned unhappily.

She stretched out her hand and hit the person next to her hard, raising her palm and slapping Li Ji in the face.

To Li Ji, the slap was light, yet loud, crisp and harsh.

He finally couldn't help it and grabbed her wrist.

"Bu Ji, if you fight me again, I will have Bu Cong thrown into jail."

The child does not teach, the father too.

When Bu Ji heard the familiar voice, she was scared and shocked. Damn it, she could even dream about Li Ji.

First it was because of her father's affairs, and then it was because of Liang Xing's affairs. She has been too close to Li Ji recently. As the saying goes, what you fear during the day you will dream about at night.

"emperor......"

She murmured something, and it finally stopped, her fingers loosening slightly.

Li Ji held her hand and put it into the quilt, but he was reluctant to pull his hand out.

It was warm inside the quilt, and he didn't want to let his hands freeze outside.

Bu Ji was in his sleep, having just been frightened by Li Ji, and then he felt someone holding his hand tightly, with their fingers interlocked, and his heart was suddenly gripped.

She felt cold all over, but there seemed to be a fire around her, attracting her to come closer.

Li Ji closed his eyes and rested. His thick and slender eyelashes trembled twice. He slowly opened his eyes and lowered his eyes to look at the woman who was rubbing her face against his chest.

It's really a fox reincarnated.

Leaning against the warm chest, Bu Ji fell into a deep sleep.

There was thunder and lightning outside the window, and pea-sized raindrops hit the window frames, making crackling sounds.

Bu Ji had that familiar dream again, but this time the location was different. It was not by the river, but in an ancient and simple square courtyard.

"Gongming, you're here."

"Ah Jiao, I'm sorry. I kept you waiting for so long."

Looking in the direction of the voice, I saw two figures standing in the pavilion, the man was handsome and the woman was beautiful, just like the Seven Fairies and Dong Yong, the handsome man and beautiful woman in the painting.

The young woman was wearing a thin veil, revealing only a pair of almond eyes and a full, white forehead. She was wearing a plain, light green, wide-sleeved silk dress and a cloud-like bun with a plain silver hairpin inserted diagonally. She looked like a fairy descending from the horizon.

The man stood opposite her, looking at her affectionately with loving eyes.

Before they knew it, they were holding hands.

Afterwards, they snuggled together and looked at the blooming chrysanthemums in the yard.

What a beautiful painting, with a clear sky, clouds clustered into various shapes, an antique courtyard, and a handsome man and a beautiful woman in love.

A maid came running over from a distance. It was Li'er. She was wearing the clothes of an ordinary girl: a pink embroidered jacket, light yellow trousers, a pair of embroidered shoes, and a gold-ingot-shaped bun on her head tied with a colorful rope.

He shouted while running.

"Miss, ma'am."

"The master is coming this way."

Bu Ji hurriedly let go of Liang Xing's hand and looked at the location of the arch door with fear.

Today, it was the county lady who took the initiative to invite young ladies and gentlemen from the capital to visit this place together, so she was able to meet Liang Xing.

"How did Dad come here?"

She waved to Liang Xing, without even saying goodbye, and walked out the door with her skirt lifted.

Censor Bu was a well-known old-fashioned person. He didn't want to see his beloved daughter having a secret meeting with a man before she got married.

Li'er glanced at the elegant young man in the pavilion. She was standing far away and couldn't see clearly what her future son-in-law looked like, but just looking at him from afar she felt that he had the potential to be prime minister, and she was extremely happy.

No wonder the young lady always said that Young Master Liang would definitely pass the imperial examination, and when the time came, he would ride a red-maned horse, wear a bright red robe, and a black gauze hat to come to the mansion to propose marriage, and the master would not say a word of objection.

She turned around and caught up with her young lady. The two of them turned around the corridor and disappeared.

Liang Xing stood in the pavilion for a long time, looking in the direction of the arched door, seeming reluctant yet helpless.

He was not from the capital and had no official title, so how could he have the nerve to go to the Censorate to propose marriage?

When he becomes the top scorer in the imperial examination, he will immediately take Gillian to marry her in a sedan chair carried by eight people.

If he could marry Gillian, his life would be fulfilled.

.......

The sound of rain gradually subsided, the thunder stopped rumbling, and the lightning seemed to have hidden in the clouds long ago.

Bu Ji didn't know whether he was possessed by a demon or something, and for a moment he couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality. He actually lay on Li Ji's chest, talking to himself.

"Gongming..."

Li Ji was not asleep. He clearly heard the two words she said. His eyes darkened instantly and his face became as cold as old ice that had been accumulated in an ice cellar for a long time. His whole body was emitting cold air.

He sat up suddenly and pulled his hands out of the quilt. His palms were wet from being clenched by Bu Ji, and drops of hot sweat flowed down through his fingers.

Bu Ji felt cold all over, and suddenly a gust of cold wind blew into the quilt. She reached out to grab the quilt and shrank her head before she felt better.

Not only did Li Ji not sleep in the same bed with her, he put on his coat and got out of bed.

His eyes were darker than the sky outside, like a bottomless abyss. His hands, which were hanging naturally, curled up unconsciously.

I wish I could have someone kill Liang Gongming right now.

She even called Liang Xing's name in her dreams. He was still there today. If he was not there, wouldn't she have to call his name every day before she could fall asleep?

The silver folding fan in his sleeve fell down as expected and landed right in his big palm, emitting a dazzling silver-white light.

Li Ji pushed the door open and walked out, stopping in the backyard.

In an instant, the silver fan soared into the air, and a gust of wind blew up the fallen leaves, followed by the sound of metal rubbing against the ground. The fallen leaves fell to the ground in the shape of thin strips, and each fallen leaf was cut into long strips of the same size. From a distance, they looked like some needles.