Lightning, like a sharp scythe, tore a hole in the dark and dreary canopy of the cloudy lead, and the light leaked in, reflecting the dim room. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 In the light and extinguish that suddenly lit up, in the low-hanging tent, Lan Xi let out a short low cry from his mouth, and his eyes suddenly opened.

After the lightning, the room was dark again, and Lan Xi did not move, his eyes were blank and empty, ethereal between the entangled dead and alive, and the seemingly endless darkness wandered. Outside the window, accompanied by the rumbling thunder, the rain that had been brewing for a long time poured down, and the raindrops the size of beans hit the bamboo leaves, rustling.

There was a sound of rustling, as if someone was walking around with a lamp, very light but also very fast to the paint bed, and opened the tent.

"Girl, but you have a nightmare?"

Lan Xi turned his eyes very slowly, the flickering candle flame was clearly extinguished, and the demure face under the shadow of the lamp was written with care, but the moment that face came into his eyes, Lan Xi's pupils shrank, and he was speechless. Pillow Moon, didn't she use an excuse to take her away with the nurse? How could she be back and here again? However, the face in front of him, his eyebrows are still graceful and supple, but he is a little younger than before the separation of life and death, Lan Xi is in a trance, and he only feels in a dream.

Seeing that her girl didn't say a word, Pillow Moon just stared at her in a daze, and couldn't help but become more and more anxious. Hurriedly held the lamp and lit the candle flame on the high table on the side of the lacquered bed, and the candlelight sprinkled a halo yellow through the cover of the autumn-colored shadow veil, dispelling the dark color of the room.

"What kind of sweat? Don't you have a fever, right? ”

Pillow Yue frowned, pinched the handkerchief distressedly, wiped Lan Xi's sweaty forehead and sideburns, and said softly.

"The girl is worried about her wife's illness? Didn't the old lady say it earlier, if it still doesn't get better, she went to the trust uncle to get a post and ask Mrs. Jiang to come to visit, with Dr. Jiang's wonderful hands to rejuvenate, Mrs. knows that the girl is so filial, and she will definitely get better slowly......"

Pillow Yue Xuxu said, raised her head, but saw that her girl was still staring at her in a daze, her eyes were dark and heavy, and she couldn't help but be anxious.

"What's wrong? This...... Isn't that shocking? The slave is going to call Mother Dong! ”

Pillow Yue's face was full of urgency, and as she spoke, she hurriedly turned around and wanted to leave, but was pulled from behind.

"Pillow Moon-" Lan Xi's voice was sharp and urgent, pulling Pillow Yue, but staring at her hand on Lan Xi's sleeve, thin and white, shrunk several times overnight, this is her hand? Realizing something, Lan Xi raised his head blankly and looked around the room through the faint yellow light.

The tent hanging in front of the bed is a lotus-colored entwined grape pattern, and under the window there is a low couch carved with red lacquer and three friends of the year, and the bedding on the couch is half opened, which should be the place where Fang Cai Pillow Moon stays. On the side of the low couch, a piano was placed on the black lacquer carved piano table, the sycamore wood was the body, and the rosin on the strings was simple and rich, she remembered that the bottom of the piano body was engraved with the word Mingquan in seal script. Outside the tent, on the Duobao Pavilion separated from the outside, there was a pair of pastel flower bottles, which she liked very much, but when she entered Beijing that year, she didn't know where she received it, and she never saw it again. Ru kiln white porcelain flower with two scattered cinnamon inserted on the high table that year, because of who shouted what happened to his wife, he fell from his hand and fell to pieces......

Over here..... Over here...... This is clearly her boudoir in Qingyang's ancestral house. But how could it be...... How so? Lan Xi suddenly felt a little dizzy.

"Girl—" Pillow Moon was so anxious that she hurriedly reached out to hold her.

Like grasping a life-saving straw, Lan Xi's hand that was originally holding on Pillow Yue's sleeve pinched her wrist fiercely, "Pillow Moon, I'm sleepy, what day is today?" Her voice was tight, and she even trembled involuntarily, and her wistful gaze was fixed on Pillow Moon's face.

Isn't the girl stunned? Pillow Yue's face turned white in horror, "Today is August 24." Girl, otherwise, I'll call Mother Dong......"

"What year?" Lan Xi gritted his teeth, he could still hear the gurgling sound in his mouth, but the hand that was pinching Pillow Yue's wrist became harder and harder.

Pillow Moon was pinched painfully, but she didn't shout, for fear of startling Lan Xi, who seemed to be very wrong, "This year is Xin Chou...... Girl! What the hell is wrong with you? Pillow Yue was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes, wondering if she would ignore the girl's wishes and quickly call Dong's mother.

Xin Chou year? In an instant, Lan Xi only felt that the sky was spinning.

"Girl-" Pillow Yue hurriedly supported Lan Xi, who was almost fallen, and there was already a crying tone in her tone.

Lan Xi gritted his teeth, his face was so pale that he didn't see a trace of blood, and there was a layer of cold sweat on his forehead. Pillow Moon helped her to lie down, turned around, and was about to call someone.

Lan Xi suddenly opened his mouth, his voice weak, "Don't call people!" I just had a nightmare and was shocked. I still want to sleep for a while, you can go and rest too! ”

Pillow Yue opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but when she saw Lan Xi close her eyes, turn sideways, and face the bed, she looked extremely tired, and she didn't say anything after all. Biting his lip, he answered "yes", helped Lan Xi tuck the futon, put down the tent, and turned off the light, and then went back to the window and lay down on the low couch.

It wasn't until the sound of the crackling returned to calm down that Lan Xi opened his eyes in the darkness like collapse. Outside, the rain was still falling, and the rustling of the rain on the bamboo leaves was endless. Lan Xi felt a little pain in her head, and stared blankly at the twigs and grapes on the top of the tent, the vines of the grapes were like ropes, tightly wrapping around her chest, getting tighter and tighter, and after a while, she even felt pain in breathing.

Xin Chou year! Daqing Zhenwu twenty-two years. In the winter moon of the twentieth year of Zhenwu, a wind chill took the life of her grandfather, who was in the high position of Zaifu. Several uncles and fathers obeyed the law, Lanfu did a 3721 day water and land dojo in the Xiangguo Temple in the capital, and the grandfather stopped in the capital residence for 7749 days, then helped the coffin back to his hometown, and went to the ancestral house in Qingyang to close the door to guard filial piety. Now that it is the twenty-second year of Zhenwu, their grandchildren have already been filial piety, and the filial piety of several uncles and fathers is still a few months away. Zhenwu is twenty-two years, this year, she should be nine years old. But how? How can it be?

She remembered that it was obviously the first year of Yongqing, how could it be the twenty-second year of Zhenwu? Obviously she should be twenty-five, how can she still be a young man? Obviously, it was only not long ago, she had just drunk the poison that broke her intestines, and the burning pain in her throat and lungs when the poison was eaten away by the poison still remained in her body, how could she wake up, but she was lying unharmed in her boudoir many years ago, painless and disaster-free? What's going on here?

Lan Xi closed his eyes and listened to the night rain outside the window, but there was no way to calm his mind for half a minute.

The messy picture churned in her mind, and in a trance, she saw the pale face of her twenty-five-year-old self reflected in the gilded wine glass.

She curled up in a ball, hugged herself hard, but still couldn't stop trembling all over, her teeth chattered, gurgling, she was afraid that the pillow moon would hear the clue, so she could only bite her lower lip until she tasted the fishy sweet taste in her mouth. A dream of Nanke, she has hurried through her life.

Half a life of glory is over, all the betrayals and relatives leave, all thoughts are lost, the soul is broken, and the remorse is soaring!

In his head, it seemed that someone was pulling with a saw, and those already messy memories were pulled into pieces, and the sharp cut hurt the brain.

Her consciousness gradually blurred, but her feelings became clearer and clearer, and in a trance, the sharp pain like her head tearing and the wine rolled down her abdomen, and the burning pain was entangled in one place, and it was difficult to distinguish between them.

In the dream, the gilded wine glass fell to the ground, crisp and decisive, and a scarlet blood arrow spurted out, quietly blooming a dark and wet flower on the bright red skirt that was red and golden...... With remorse, he didn't blink his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, those eyes were filled with blood and turned scarlet......