In the dream, it was the summer of when I was eight years old. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The temple fair is held once every five years, and the streets of the imperial city are bustling and lively.

The mother was holding her hand and walking, her face was numb and cold that was incompatible with the surroundings, and her younger brother was bouncing around the tiger doll in her hand.

"Mother, look, it's fireworks!" She excitedly pulled her mother's sleeve, "Look! ”

"Well," the mother stroked the broken hair on her forehead, and her expression was stiff and gentle, "it looks good." ”

The mother did not look at the fireworks in the sky, but slowly squatted down, looked at her gently, and watched for a long time.

"It's so good-looking," Niang's eyes gradually turned red, "Yan'er is so good-looking." ”

At this moment, outside the courtyard, a quick turnover, the man entered the courtyard without much effort.

After a few moments, there was a slight noise from the door of the main house, and it was immediately opened.

The wind rushed in and blew the curtain into the air.

The man turned his head to look to the side, and saw the bed behind the curtain, he cautiously pulled out the dagger from his waist, held it with his backhand, and walked inside.

When he lifted the curtain, he could vaguely see the bed inside, and he could tell that it was a woman lying on the bed by the light of the sky that suddenly rose again.

The torrential rain came as scheduled, splashing into the main hall with dots.

The dream came to the autumn of that year without warning.

She grabbed a handful of freshly picked flowers and ran to her mother's yard, only to find that the whole yard was quiet.

She wanted to surprise her mother, so she crept outside the door, but heard the sound of her father and mother arguing inside.

They were all hysterically arguing, but she just couldn't hear what they were arguing about.

The mother walked out step by step with a pale face, and also found herself squatting outside the door.

The mother came over and squatted down and looked at her.

"It's so good-looking," the mother laughed more fiercely than she cried, "Yan'er is so good-looking." ”

I stretched out my hand to wipe away the tears on my mother's face, but almost instantly, my mother threw her to the ground with a hideous face, and she was caught off guard and fell into the distance.

She froze on the ground and watched her come over with a sinister smile, clutching her neck in an endless howl.

"Don't!"

Thunder exploded in the sky, the sky was almost brighter than day, and Yun Qingyan sat up from the bed suddenly.

She breathed violently, her face pale as paper in the light of day, with the exhaustion and palpitations of the rest of her life.

It took a long time to recover, and it was a dream.

The smooth forehead and back were covered with cold sweat, densely trickling.

A cold wind blew, giving her goosebumps.

How can there be wind?

Yun Qingyan lifted the bed curtain and looked out, the light outside the house hit the floor of the main hall, and the door was not closed.

Before I came in, I had dropped the latch.

Yun Qingyan's eyes were cold, she gently wiped the sweat on her forehead, and her hands fumbled in the quilt for a while before getting up.

The thick night with the sound of rain and deafening thunder was terrifying.

In the corridor splashed by the rain, Yun Luan was walking towards the main house with a quilt pillow, and halfway through, thunder roared, which frightened her to stop.

Yun Luan hugged the quilt and struggled slightly, then turned around and turned back.

The cold wind in the house became stronger and stronger, and Yun Qingyan walked out of the door with a hanging heart.

When she was about to get to the curtain, someone behind her was coming at her at an alarming speed.

In a flash of lightning, the man grabbed her hands with one hand and pressed her whole body against the wall, and the right hand holding the dagger was relieved of his strength almost instantly.

With a "clang", the dagger fell to the ground, and Yun Qingyan's face turned pale for a moment.

The man then pressed up, making her legs unable to move.

This is a man-made sword, and I am a fish.

"Your Yun family is very bold," the man sneered and put the dagger against her neck, "What benefits has the Yuan Guo Mansion given you, even the concubine is here as bait." ”

Yun Qingyan was not angry because of the humiliation in his words, and her expression had returned to coldness after the initial panic.

Listening to his tone, it didn't look like it was sent by the Yuan Guo Mansion, and thinking of this, she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

"What exactly are you going to do?" Her hands were pressed against the wall and forced to be raised high, Yun Qingyan tried to move, but she couldn't break free at all.

The bodies of the two were extremely close, the man's head was almost against her shoulder, and the breath and breath between each other were extremely clear, and there was a trace of annoyance on Yun Qingyan's face.

This man is simply presumptuous.

"Where's Yunluan?" The man tilted the dagger and threatened, "I can't say it, I don't use the back of the knife." ”

Yun Luan, Yun Qingyan frowned, so naturally called the county lord by his name, thinking that this person's identity is definitely above the county lord, and he should have a friendship with Yun Luan.

And he also wrote in the letter that Yun Luan lived in the Qinghao Courtyard, and if he could find it, there was a chance that he would be inseparable from Concubine Yu.

There was only one person, the ninth brother in Yun Luan's mouth, the ninth prince Xuanyuan Che.

"Where is she?" Regulus Che was a little closer, obviously impatient by her silence.

"The ninth prince is so Yaxing," Yun Qingyan looked at him with a faint expression, "I actually like the boudoir that entered his daughter's house in the middle of the night." ”

Xuanyuan Che was not surprised when he heard this, he didn't plan to hide his identity, but this woman didn't ask at first, so he didn't bother to say.

Now that she knows who she is, it will only go more smoothly.

"Since you know that it is this king, then you had better know each other." The dagger tilted again, and Xuanyuan Che threatened in a low voice in her ear, "I'm not one to pity the jade. ”

Yun Qingyan narrowed her eyes, which made it clear that she could kill her at any time.

Just as the two were at a stalemate, a warm yellow light came from outside the door, and both of them frowned in the darkness.

"Sister Yun," Yun Luan called in a low voice, and walked in with a lantern, "Your door is not closed, have you slept?" ”

As I walked in, I put the quilt on my chair.

It turned out to be Yunluan!

"Yunluan." Both spoke at the same time.

Yun Luan was so frightened by the unfamiliar voice that he immediately stopped, "Who?" Who's calling me? ”

"It's me." Xuanyuan Che quickly withdrew the dagger, let go of her hand and walked towards Yun Luan, while Yun Qingyan indifferently rubbed her painful wrist behind her.

"Brother Nine?" Yun Luan was overjoyed, and suddenly jumped up: "Brother Nine! ”

Brother Nine is actually here! That's great!

"You don't sleep in there?" Xuanyuan Che's eyes were a little complicated.

"No, I sleep in the wing, this is Sister Yun's boudoir." After Yun Luan finished happily, he was suddenly stunned, "Yes, this is Sister Yun's boudoir." ”

Brother Jiu, what are you doing here?

Xuanyuan Che didn't meet her gaze, just looked at the sky outside the window, "I thought you lived in the main house." ”

Finished.

Yun Luan suddenly felt very flustered, there is no distinction between men and women in the eyes of Brother Jiu, will he give Sister Yun ...

"Sister Yun!" Yun Luan hurriedly pushed him away and ran inside, "Sister Yun, are you there?" ”

Xuanyuan Che was unexpectedly pushed away two steps for a while, he looked at Yun Luan's anxious back and raised his eyebrows, this girl actually called her so affectionately.

"Ahem," Yun Qingyan said lightly after hearing her voice, "I'm fine, I'm about to take the Ninth Prince to you." ”

"Are you alright?" Yun Luan looked her up and down worriedly.

"It's fine." The sleeves covered her wrists, and with her head down, the red marks on her neck were also hidden.

Yun Luan lowered his voice and asked quietly, "Sister, were you woken up by him?" ”

"No, the thunder made me panic, I didn't sleep." After Yun Qingyan finished speaking, she touched her head and said softly, "Are you also afraid?" ”

"Uh-huh," Yun Luan pointed to the quilt, "I'm here to climb your bed." ”

After speaking, he smiled at her without hesitation.

Yun Qingyan's hand that stopped on her head froze.

Crawl... Climb the bed...?

Tut.