My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 1232 2.668 Is this a dream?

It was hazy in front of me, as if looking at people through a thin layer of water mist.

The second son stumbled and opened the bead curtains strung by gold beads in front of him, looking at a pot of begonias on the shelf, staring blankly.

The white walnut bed in the bedroom, as well as the familiar pen and ink on the book next to it.

A pot of hot tea was scorching white smoke.

Why does all this look so familiar?

Beyond the curtain, there was a screen, as if someone was saying something.

The second son stepped closer, and when he saw the hazy figure under the floating white veil, it seemed that something had hit his heart, and he stayed there.

Here, this back ... Why is this back so similar to him?

Just listening to a soft voice and chuckling, "Axin, don't you really like that woman and want to marry her. Don't you forget your identity. Your father will never allow it You marry such a useless woman. "

"If you want to marry, you should marry a family woman like me? That woman doesn't help you at all."

When the second son was listening to the woman speaking this thin white veil, his fists clenched tightly.

"Well." A dismissive voice sounded.

The second son suddenly stared at his eyes, throwing a glance at the other side.

He, where is he?

Is it in a dream?

Why is it like being in the real world, as if you are watching your past life and talking to someone.

"Axin, you're in a position."

"You think too much." He heard his own voice, faintly heard across the white veil.

His mood at this time became very complicated, and his legs seemed to be trying to rush forward to stop himself and say the next words.

However, he seemed to be locked in time and space. He was trapped in small spaces and could only look at them, but he could not touch or block them.

Do not say! Don't go on! The second son felt his heart inexplicable as if to be stunned.

It was as if he was watching the previous self and found that if he continued to say that ruthless words, it would cause irreparable things.

"If you were you, would you marry a handicapped with a disability on all fours?" The cold voice continued. "She, it's just that I have a pet."

"A pet, of course, teases her when she is happy, and hangs her when she is unhappy. Look at it, she will call my master obediently in the future."

The woman "snapped" with a smile, and the laughter wavered into her ears.

The second son looked blankly at everything in front of him, and saw someone pushing out a wooden wheelchair from behind the long cabinet.

The wheelchair rolled tumblingly, as if he had stepped on the apex of his heart every step, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He heard the woman's laughter rise, and she said with amusement, "Axin, your little pet, I heard what you said."

He could clearly see that in the previous life, the subtle expression in the moonlight changed.

When he wanted to rush over to look at the person with his head down and curled up in a wheelchair, it seemed as if he had stepped empty and the whole person fell down.

(End of this chapter)