C12 Consecutive nightmares

Qin Lingmo lazily read the imperial report. Halfway through it, he picked up the brush and wrote a few lines of words on the playing paper.

If you do not return all of your farmland to your farmers within three days, I ask you to give me eight hundred lashes for my staff.

Putting the report that had instantly turned bloody aside, an unending stream of fatigue surged forward. Pulling Qin Lingmo's sleeves made his body feel heavy. His chest felt stuffy, and he needed to take a few deep breaths to ease it. As the Prime Minister, he didn't need to stay in the palace. However, the young Emperor relied on him to do all sorts of things, and he was bound to want to hear his opinion.

The round trip back and forth consumed a great deal of time and energy. The little Emperor simply allowed Qin Lingmo to enter the palace every four days.

As he thought of this, Qin Lingmo suddenly recalled the incident when he left the palace in the morning and returned home. Immediately, he frowned, his handsome face filled with loathing and resentment. Hu Ying's appearance quickly flashed and disappeared. Then, she appeared again … The cycle repeated itself over and over again, and soon, Prime Minister Qin felt even more dizzy.

"Ming Yan." He got up and left the case.

"Sigh!" What business does this grandpa have? " A youth dressed as a manservant walked in.

"Call me in three minutes. I need to rest for a bit. " As he spoke, Qin Lingmo sat down on a chair beside the study.

"Alright!" Does grandpa want to drink some lotus seed soup first? " Ming Yan was quick to act. As he spoke, he covered Qin Ling with a cloak that hung on the side.

"No need, you can go now."

"Yes."

Mingyan left the room quietly, turned around and closed the door. The study room was completely silent. Qin Lingmo had long since forced himself to relax before he fell into a deep slumber.

However, this time around, he was in a restless sleep. In his dream, he was standing on a piece of wasteland, surrounded by a dense fog. He couldn't see his path clearly, nor could he tell where he was from. As for the misty figures that flew out from the mist, they surrounded Qin Lingmo and let out a low and hoarse voice that sounded like a snake's tongue.

"Return my life to me …" "Give me back my life …"

The sounds intertwined together, as if they were crying or complaining, lingering on for a long time. Even in his dreams, Qin Lingmo could feel a chill invading his body as he was being whispered. One hand dragged him into the blood-red swamp …

Ah!" Qin Lingmo woke up from his dream. He half sat up and dropped his cloak to the ground. A few strands of hair on his forehead were soaked in sweat and stuck to his temples.

"What happened to grandpa?" When Ming Yan heard the shout, he quickly pushed open the door and entered. The moment he entered, he saw Qin Ling Mo sitting on the reclining chair with a dazed and confused expression on his face. His hurried breathing had slowly slowed down. Ming Yan walked over slowly and picked up the cloak.

"How long?" Qin Lingmo pressed a hand to his forehead and closed his eyes.

"Master, just a moment has passed." Ming Yan looked at his master's tired and drowsy expression, hesitated a little, and still persuaded him: "Master, you are just too tired, why don't we ask the emperor to rest? "Or your body …"

"No need." Prime Minister Qin answered without hesitation.

"Master!" Ming Yan was a little worried, and her voice and expression sounded like she was about to cry.

"Give me a bowl of lotus seed soup." The corner of his mouth curled up into a helpless smile. Qin Lingmo had personally witnessed the ability of this young lad to cry. He would definitely be able to make a living person cry to death, and a dead person cry to death.

"Sigh!" "Alright!" Ming Yan became more cheerful and ran out happily.

"Be careful!" Although Qin Lingmo warned him, he didn't think that the child would listen. He smiled and shook his head, the corners of his mouth curving into a self-deprecating smile. He wanted to become an official at the age of sixteen and was not afraid when he was young. Now, it had only been seven years, was he already old? Recently, he had been having nightmares.

"Ling Mo!" Before he could get too far, he heard a loud and clear cry.

"You have nothing else to do?" Qin Lingmo got up from the reclining chair and turned around to face his friends, who were yelling at him.

"I say, your face clearly looks pretty good, but why is it that you don't want to smile?" Jin Xiao parted the curtain and joked when he saw Qin Lingmo's sullen face.

"I finally know why those girls abandoned you." Qin Lingmo snorted and turned around to face the desk. "Even if your mouth is stupid, there's still a problem with it."

That's not what I said. When I was on duty that day, I personally heard my brothers discussing which girl was prettiest and which flower in the capital. When it comes to the beauties, there are people who say that they only want to compare their beauty to that of the top courtesans.

Jin Xiao laughed as he spoke. He had heard that Jin Xiao was instructing the rookies on their sprint training. He staggered and his spear had pierced into the buttocks of the vice-captain who was in front of him.

Qin Lingmo gave a fake smile as he sat down on his sandalwood chair. With a cold tone, he said, "Did you come here just to make fun of my looks?"

"Oh! That's right! " Jin Xiao smacked his forehead. He walked around the desk and pulled Qin Lingmo up. "Go, go, go! Come with me!"

"What for?" The black-hearted Prime Minister was stunned. He had never seen his good friend so excited. It was like he had a rabbit in his pocket and wanted to jump eight feet away.

"Miss Little Hu is treating you to wine."

"She? I'm not grateful. "