Fang Xuesoft said: "The past can't be traced, the vicissitudes of life, what is worth looking for?"

Li Ruofan said: "Didn't there be a few sisters back then?"

Fang Xuerou thought of the matter of the Great War of the Gods, if she really wanted to talk about it, which one was not a blood-stained official uniform? Some of those little foxes in Xuanyuan Tomb had even understood human nature, and they were all their usual playmates, but they were killed faster than Gan.

If he hadn't, he wouldn't have taken his life. The death of the pipa spirit is also because of sucking the blood of the palace maid and harming many innocents.

But what can we do if we find Hu Ximei? The dynasty has changed, and there is no going back to the past.

Song Yunting sat in Lan Xuan's car, and Jinling was not very surprised to see Fang Shui and Lan Yuxuan in the Yujingyuan Villa. It's just that I had a strange dream at night.

Like a nightmare, Song Yunting slept in Li Ruofan's room early after being tired from the journey. After a while, it was as if he had come to a place to go, and he saw himself standing at the door of Jin Manlou, surrounded by the handsome and dashing Shi Qingyun.

Mother Mei Lin was chatting with a few guests with a smile on her face, Song Yunting was a little surprised, how could she become Shi Qingyun's bride?

She suddenly saw a figure in the distance, but why did Li Ruofan become so vicissitudes of life?

The wedding dress on her body was trampled underfoot, and Song Yunting, who tripped over, desperately dragged the wedding dress that seemed to bind her body with a rope, wanting to shout but finding that she couldn't make a sound.

She sat on the ground and looked back, but the other end of the rope was tied to the hands of Shi Qingyun, her mother, and countless relatives.

Suddenly, there was a bell of Ciyun Temple in the distance, like a Hong Zhong Dalu, Song Yunting took advantage of this deafening bell to scream, and gathered all her strength to break free from those ropes.

The sound was too loud, waking Fang Shuirou and Lan Yuxuan up and running over.

"What's wrong with you?"

Song Yunting found that although she was sweating profusely when the air conditioner was on, the scene in her dream was lingering.

Song Yunting said: "I, I have a nightmare. I saw Li Ruofan, but how could I become Shi Qingyun's bride in my dream?"

Lan Yuxuan said: "Actually, I also dreamed, what a strange dream, like Li Ruofan's mother, I didn't mean bad things about my aunt." In the dream, you died of illness, Song Yunting, you had to marry Shi Qingyun to survive the crisis because of the difficulties of life and death at home. Li Ruofan seems to be a younger sister, yes, she and Fang Shuirou are lost. ”

Fang Shuirou hesitated a little and said: "Actually, I also had a strange dream, it is indeed what you said, because my aunt was gone, Li Ruoyun and I went to Shanghai to work, and almost fell, and then I followed Chu Yanran by mistake, and Li Ruoyun followed the cherry blossoms." In the dream, I also found out that my sister was paralyzed in both legs because of my affairs, and she went to Shanghai with Li Ruofan to find us. I don't have the face to face my sister. ”

In fact, several people have dreamed of the same dream, which has existed since ancient times.

Fengyang scholars, travel far away. Before leaving, he said to his wife, "I'll be back in half a year." I left at the beginning of the year, and now Chongyang has passed. Zero white grass, empty steps under the leaves.

The wife looked forward day and night.

The days are good, but the long nights are hard.

One night, I took off the remaining makeup, spread out the thin quilt and lay down.

The moonlight swayed through the window screens.

Outside the window is the Guanhe River. The sound of the night ship babbling.

The wife of the scholar could not sleep. In a daze, I can't help but think of the past days when I was intimate with my husband on the pillow and folded the cake over and over again.

Suddenly, the curtain of the door was lifted, and a beautiful woman entered. His head trembled, he wore a red cloak, and asked with a smile:

"Sister, do you want to see your family?"

The soldier's wife was already standing on the ground and said,

"Yes. “

The beauty said, "Let's go!"

The beauty pulled up the wife and left.

The beauty walks fast, like flying.

(Her cloak floats.) )

The scholar's wife also walked very fast, like flying.

She thought: I could have walked so briskly!

Walked far, far away.

I walked for a long time. The beauty stretched out her hand and pointed.

"It's coming. “

The scholar's wife saw that her husband had come and rode a white mule.

When the Venerable Master saw his wife, he was so shocked that he hurriedly got off his mount and asked:

"Where are you going?"

The beauty said, "I'm going to visit you." “

The scholar asked his wife, "Who is this?"

The wife didn't have time to answer, the beauty covered her mouth and smiled and said: "Don't be busy asking this and that, it's not easy for the lady to travel, Lang Jun rode the livestock all night, and he was tired." and the mules were in need. My home is not far away, go to my house to rest first, and leave tomorrow morning, not too late. “

Just a few steps away, there is a village.

It's already in the beauty's house.

There was a little girl who fell asleep on the porch.

The beauty woke up the little girl: "Get up, come and visit." “

The beauty said, "The moon is good tonight, just sit outside." Stone platform, stone couch, sit casually. “

The scholars tied the mules to the plane tree in front of the eaves.

Sit down.

Not much, the little girl brought a pot of wine and all kinds of fruits.

The beauty poured a glass of wine and stood up to make a speech:

"Luan Feng has been obedient for a long time, round tonight, turbid mash, congratulations. “

The scholars raised their glasses in thanks:

"Pingshui meets, and it is not appropriate to disturb it. “

The host and guest talked and laughed, clinked glasses, and drank a lot of wine.

In the middle of drinking, the scholars always looked at the beauty and kept talking to her. All he said was a joke in the wind and moon field, leaving his wife cold away, and he didn't even say a word of greeting.

The beauty is affectionate, and the scholar copes. The words are intentional and vague.

The scholar's wife had no choice but to pretend to be stunned, sit aside, and say nothing.

There are a lot of beauties, and the small cup is not fun, so call for the big cup.

This wine is sweet and strong.

The scholar said, "I can't drink any more, I can't drink any more." “

"Gotta do this one!"

The scholar squinted his eyes and said, "Sing me a song, and I'll drink it!"

The beauty took the lute, set the strings, and sang:

"Take off the makeup at dusk,

Outside the window, the west wind is cold and transparent.

Listening to the sound of bananas, a drizzle falls,

Where to hang out with people?

Looking through the autumn water;

I didn't see the return home.

Tears flowed like numbness.

Thinking of him again,

hated him again,

Holding red embroidered shoes in his hand, he divides the ghost. “

The scholar's wife thought to herself: Who is this singing? Sing me, sing her, sing someone who doesn't know?

She memorized the song in its entirety. Clearly, word for word.

The voice of the beauty is sweet.

Putting down the lute, she raised her glass and drank it down.

Her wine came up. His face was red and his eyes were watery.

"I drank too much, got drunk, and spent less company. “

She stumbled into the house.

And the scholars followed.

The scholar's wife tried to stop him, but the door was closed and plugged in.

"What's going on?"

For a long time, I didn't come out.

The little girl lay down on the porch and fell asleep again.

The moon was shining.

"What am I doing here? I'll go!"

But she didn't know the way, and it was night.

The heart of the scholar's wife is the same as the cat.

She wanted to check it out.

Approaching the window, I heard that it wasn't done inside.

The beauty has a coquettish voice, and her voice is vague.

The husband was panting and coughing from time to time, just as he usually did when he was with him.

The scholar's wife was so angry that her hands trembled. I thought: I might as well jump into the river and die!

Just as he was leaving, he saw his brother Saburo riding a jujube red horse.

"Why are you here?"

"Come on, your brother-in-law is doing something bad with a woman!"

"Where?"

"Inside the house. “

When Saburo heard this, he was still muttering inside.

Saburo was furious, picked up a rock, and threw it at the window.

The window lattices were folded a few.

I only heard the voice of the woman inside: "It's amazing, Lang Jun's head is broken!"

The wife of the scholar cried:

"I can't think of you killing him, what should I do?"

Jiro glared and said:

"You called me here, so I got out of my bad mouth, and I protected the man and complained about my brother, I can't listen to your orders! I'm leaving!"

The scholar's wife grabbed Saburo's sleeve:

"Where are you going? Take me away!"

"you!"

Saburo flicked his sleeves and left.

The scholar's wife fell on her heels. She woke up.

"Ah, it's a dream!"

The next day, the scholar returned, riding a white mule. The scholar's wife was very strange and asked:

"You're riding a white mule?"

The scholar said, "That's a strange question, don't you see it?"

The scholars tied their mules.

Wash your face and drink tea.

The scholar said, "I had a dream last night. “

"What kind of dream,"

The scholar told it from beginning to end.

The scholar's wife said, "I also had a dream, just like yours, we both had the same dream!"

As he was talking, the brother Saburo came on a jujube red horse.

"I dreamed last night that my brother-in-law came back. Are you back?-are you alright?"

"Someone threw a big rock and hit me in the head, but luckily it was in a dream, it's okay!"

"I'm the one who threw the stones!"

The three of them had a dream?

The scholar's wife thought, "How can it be so coincidental?" If it is a dream, the white sudden, the jujube and the red horse are all real. What's going on? Who is the beautiful woman in the red cloak?

I was thinking in a daze, there was a boat sailing in the Guanhe River outside the window, and someone on the boat was playing the pipa and singing, and the voice was sweet and familiar. Pushing open the window, the ship had passed, and a corner of the crimson cloak was blown by the wind and fluttered outside the cabin:

"Take off the makeup at dusk,

Outside the window, the west wind is cold through the veil......"

But now Song Yunting and Fang Shuirou, Lan Yuxuan's dreams are a little different.

Fang Shui said, "Could Li Ruoyun have had the same dream as us?" and uncle?"

Song Yunting said: "How is this possible? Isn't it just a dream? Maybe it's because Li Ruofan is not there, and he thinks about it day and night. ”

Fang Shuirou faintly felt that it was not so simple, Li Ruofan had just gone to the maze, and he had never had such a dream before!

And she is now an ancient nine-tailed fox fusion, and logically speaking, she will not have such a disturbing dream at all.

The nine-tailed fox is well-informed, but he knows that there were some magic weapons that could make it difficult for people to distinguish between illusory realities in the past. But even if Li Ruofan encounters such a magic weapon, he shouldn't let the girls around him dream at the same time.

Fang Shuirou was a little strange, why was Li Ruofan only with her sister in her dream and gave birth to a child? Those things in the dream were like real, she didn't even dare to close her eyes anymore.

That's right, I want to know what's going on, and I'll know the clue if I continue to sleep.

At this time, Fang Shuirou saw that the mobile phone was ringing, it was Li Ruoyun's phone. (To be continued.) )