Zhu Biao knew he was dreaming.

Generally speaking, a person does not know that he is dreaming when he is in a dream, and he has already woken up when he realizes the problem. When he was on Earth, Zhu watched a movie that taught people how to distinguish reality from dreams - to see if you could figure out where you are and how you got there.

So he knew he was dreaming.

The place where he was now was a boundless blue, with a faint light above his head and nothingness at the soles of his feet, as if he were floating in the middle of the faint starlight.

Or go to the bottom of the ocean.

Zhu Biao recalled the cliff fall in the second district of the capital, and the feeling of him falling into the sea wave was like a knife □□ hot butter, cutting deep and unhindered.

The sea parted and closed around him, soft, slightly pressed around him, clinging to every inch of his skin.

The pressure didn't let the water pour into his ears for the first time, he could hear the silence of the underwater world, the light above his head flickering in the corners of his eyes, he couldn't tell if it was the real light or the hallucination caused by □□ congestion, and his heart seemed to be dangling in the middle of the water.

Then he saw a huge tail skimming through the corner of his eye.

Memories and dreams converged here, Zhu Biao's eyes suddenly lit up, he was really at the bottom of the sea in the second district of the capital again, his nose smelled the salty and wet sea tide, and a bright sky light appeared above his head, illuminating the huge, huge tail.

Zhu Biao was suspended in the sea, the water seemed to be still, he felt more like an ant embedded in crystal, or a beetle condensed into amber, his body immobilized by a viscous gelatinous substance, no breathing, no heartbeat, not even the blinking of his eyelashes.

He remained motionless and hovered, forced to keep his eyes open to see the huge tail more than thirty meters long passing over his head, leaving a clear trail in the water.

The tail quickly circled back, it was not a deep-sea python, because Zhu Biao saw the flanks of fish, the tail fin like a feather yarn, which was translucent in the light, and the delicate texture on the fin wings could not be depicted by human beings, and with the movement of the pendulum, it emitted a pearl-like halo.

What is that? He thought, Strange didn't feel scared, this was his dream, why should he be afraid of a dream creature?

The tail circled back and forth above his head a few times, and finally retreated calmly, and Zhu Biao watched it get smaller and darker......

The light above his head suddenly dimmed completely, and Zhu Biao's head and neck also regained their ability to move at this moment, and he subconsciously looked up, but it was a behemoth entrenched at a height close to the sea level, and the sea surface within a radius of ten miles was covered tightly by it, as if it was a dark cloud covering the sky and the sun. A huge head was lowered, looking at him through the waves.

Quietly, watching him.

The light was too dim and too far away for Zhu Biao to see the shape of the creature clearly, and his mind was firmly intimidated by those eyes. It was a pair of eyes with only pupils and no whites, black pupils that covered the sockets, and the surface was covered with a yellow film like a snake. It was as still as a dead thing, except that the eye mask was slowly closing and opening and closing and opening and opening according to some pattern...... Revealing a pair of cold and vicious vertical pupils!

Zhu Biao screamed in his dream, he couldn't hear his own voice, but he could feel a sharp tearing sensation in his chest, as if a pair of hands had grown deep in his body, trying to break his heart and break his ribs and stretch out his chest!

He heard the creature's trembling, hollow voice ringing in his head: "Lost human beings, do you want to return to your world?" ”

He opened his eyes.

…………

……

Zhu Biao opened his eyes suddenly, he gasped sharply, sweat dripped like rain, the bangs that were out of sleep were soaked thoroughly, clinging to his forehead, the sweat rolled down the peach to the eyelashes, hung for a while, and fell down with a "click".

fell on Zhu Di's hand.

Zhu Biao looked down and saw that there was really a hand on his chest, he screamed in fright, this time he did hear his own voice, hoarse and dry, sounding like his throat could split at any time.

He didn't scream for long before he turned into a cough, coughing so much that he covered his chest and curled up, tears and snot fell together, Zhu Di stared at him for a moment, let go of him, walked to the cabinet and poured him a glass of warm water.

After drinking the glass of warm water, Zhu Biao finally returned to normal, he rubbed his wrinkled face, and asked tiredly, "What's wrong with me?" ”

"I suddenly fainted in front of Chengtian Gate, and I had a high fever." Zhu Di replied briefly, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Because the news of the emperor's death was stimulated?" I didn't know you had such deep feelings for him. ”

So the Emperor is really dead...... Not a dream......

Zhu Biao covered his face and stayed quietly for a while, he remembered the dream just now, every detail, and even when he closed his eyes, he could feel that the pair of vertical pupils covered with yellow film were staring at him.

He opened his eyes and met Zhu Di's gloomy gaze.

"I'm sorry......," Zhu Biao muttered.

Zhu Di remained silent, "What do you say?" ”

"He's your father......" Zhu Biao struggled to think of how to phrase it, "You should be the one who is so sad that you get sick......

"Is that so?" Zhu Di put the empty water cup back on the bedside table, turned his back to it and turned it back in no hurry.

It's really pitiful, Zhu Biao thought with a little sympathy, the fourth prince is used to being tough, he must not want people to see him sad.

He held his head and thought dizzily for a while, he couldn't recall how he fainted, and how he returned to the bedroom from Chang'an Avenue, he seemed to have lost a memory, the last fragment of the montage was the bright yellow flag that collapsed on the Chengtian Gate, like a stream-of-consciousness movie, and the background music was the trill announcement of the ceremonial officer in the silence: "Your Majesty the Emperor...... It's ...... funeral."

Died like that? Really dead? A great emperor who can go from life to death so lightly, from controlling a huge galactic empire, to nothing more than a corpse, a handful of ashes, and a piece of loess?

The light in the bedroom was not the mild wall lamp he was used to, but the dazzling blue and white day lamp, Zhu Biao was shaken and dizzy for a while, he couldn't help but close his eyes again, thinking, it was too unrealistic, it was hard to believe that this was really happening, he needed more time to accept and react.

He...... It should be sad, His Majesty the Emperor treats him well, although they haven't met a few times, but he feels the taste of being valued and cherished, and also, he saw the emperor's limousine coming towards him in the Daming public network, and they looked at him from a virtual and real distance, at least for that moment, Zhu Biao felt that he could understand the emperor.

He's an amazing guy, he's the kind of person he wants to be.

He is his...... Close relatives.

"I'm sorry...... Zhu Biao's voice choked up to the ears of the fourth prince, "I still can't believe what happened, I don't know anything about the emperor's majesty, but...... But I think...... I'm a little sad......"

"I don't understand, he's Emperor Zhu, and a second ago everyone was still wishing him long live, long live, long live......

"A good person, how can you say that death is death...... Why? ”

"By the way, seriously, how the hell did he die?"

"There's not some conspiracy, is it?"

In Zhu Biao's incoherent thoughts, Zhu Di slowly raised his hands, and the light lengthened his shadow, shrouding Zhu Biao's bedside like a huge object, the shadow lowered his eyes as if staring, but no one could see his expression at the moment.