The prince shook his head and waved his hand, "You guys go out first, I'll be quiet."

"good."

After the bodyguard left the room, the prince stood up and got out of bed.

I just feel that every hair on my body is nervous...

Just now, he dreamed that his master was shot and suddenly fell down...

He wanted to rush up to save him, and then he woke up.

My breathing is a little rapid, maybe because the dream is too real.

I looked at my watch and it was 2:30 in the morning.

The prince opened his phone as usual and opened the memo on his phone.

I don’t know what the beginning is here, but I silently recorded my diary.

The prince slowly typed - Master, today is the ninth day of your disappearance... Everyone doesn't know where you are... We searched all the clues, but there was no news. Many people speculated that you might be dead, but I know, you are still alive... Because you have always been such a powerful person... I used to want to find an opportunity to tell you, I like you... I really want to be with you, but now I just want to say that as long as you come back safely, even if you don't be with me, even if you don't be my master, as long as you come back... I just want to come back."

After writing this passage, the prince felt even more sad.

He sighed slightly, got up and walked to the wine cabinet, picked up a bottle of whiskey, and poured himself a full glass.

This was the first time he dreamed of her after the master disappeared.

Although the video shows that the master walked by himself.

The psychic mother-in-law also said that she was not dangerous and that she was safe.

But he was always worried, maybe he thought about something on the day and dreamed about something on the night.

When you are busy with official duties during the day, you can still be a little distracted.

When you are alone at night, you will fall into endless loneliness and darkness.

A cup of whiskey slowly slipped into his throat.

The prince sat on the sofa, looking at the cute little scarf, looking sad...

Outside the door

When Xiaoqi came back from a routine examination at the hall entrance, he was listening to the research of the waiter and the waiter.

"Hey, I see that your highness's sleep has been getting worse and worse recently..."

"Yes, after the Master disappeared, Your Highness almost never slept peacefully... He had a nightmare tonight... It was terrible."

"If this continues, your health will not work. What should I do?"

"What are you two whispering?" Xiaoqi wondered.

Then the waiter and the waiter told the story in full.

Xiaoqi felt a little sorry for Your Highness, and then ordered the hotel kitchen to cook a bowl of calming the mind and nourishing the brain.

Xiaoqi knocked in with the soup and knocked in.

Sure enough, the prince was still sitting on the sofa.

On the coffee table is a small scarf, the one given by Gu Xia.

This is the most cherished gift the prince has so far, no doubt about it.

Next to the scarf is an empty cup, which vaguely exudes the smell of whiskey.

In fact, whiskey is very energetic, and if you drink it a day, it will be a bit hurtful.

The wine is equivalent to domestic white wine, and it has a high purity.

"Your Highness, are you drinking again?"

"Yeah, have a drink."

"What kind of drink? I'm lying... you are toasting... Dean Liu said that you don't let you drink every day... It's okay to drink a little in three or five days... Why do you drink every day?"

"Xiao Qi, I just dreamed of my master, and dreamed that she was shot."

When the prince said this, his expression was very sad.

He lowered his head and placed his hands on his knees.

Like a helpless child.

Xiaoqi rarely sees such a domineering king, and has such a fragile side.

So I comforted him, "Your Highness, it is said that dreams are against each other. If you dreamed of Master being shot, it is probably a proof... Master is now jumping around..."
Chapter completed!