I watched him leave stupidly, the whole person seemed to float in the rose-colored clouds, and the strange thing was that the breath in my heart, as if it was there, and as if it was not, seemed to be one with me.

A couple of maids came over and helped me get dressed and my hair straightened. The hair was so long that it almost reached the calves when it hung down, and several of the maids changed different cotton cloths to absorb the water until they were all blotted dry, and tied loosely with a wide red hairband.

In the huge bronze mirror, I saw myself for the first time in ancient times. It seems that the facial features are still the same, but the eyes are clear, the eyebrows are trimmed and the nose is trimmed, the cheeks are slightly pear-ed, the complexion is crystal clear, soft as jade, only the nobility and arrogance between the eyebrows, it is not me at all.

The maids dressed me in the same style of robe as Hua Yexian, that is, the city lord they called it, but it was red, and the texture of the silk was as smooth as milk. Dressed like fire, black as ink, long and jade, smooth and gorgeous.

I looked at myself in the mirror in amazement, and I never thought that I could be so beautiful.

In a good mood, led by the maid, he walked through one house after another, and came to a place that looked like a bedroom, the veil hung low, and the whole room felt hazy, and the walls around it were all covered with brocade, and even the roof of the room was separated by embroidered felt, which was both warm and warm. On the elaborately carved jade-inlaid tooth bed, the splendid curtain is hooked and hung with incense sachets, exuding a faint fragrance.

Drowsiness hit, I lay on the bed, the bed was soft and comfortable, and after a while, I fell asleep.

In my sleep, there was fire everywhere, everywhere. I ran as hard as I could, and there were countless people chasing after me.

They caught up, caught up, caught me.

I tried to shout, but I was held down, and someone pinched my nose and poured bitter and spicy water into my mouth, and my throat burned open. I tried to throw it up, but my jaw was pinched, and I had to let the potions run down my stomach and continue to burn my stomach.

In the haze, I heard someone talking, low, magnetic, not knowing what to say.

I felt like I was on fire, and I wanted to shout, but my throat was burned out, and I couldn't shout.

The low, magnetic voice sounded again: "Lock it up first, and keep watch over it." "Everything else, dead or alive, is buried."

Stunned by this calm tone, I desperately looked left and right, trying to find the source of the voice, and asked him what he wanted to bury? But I couldn't find it, there were figures all around, more and more blurred, and gradually, the knife in the abdomen became lighter and lighter, but the head became heavier and heavier, and I fell asleep again.

When I woke up, it was already dark in the room, and I had a splitting headache, but I remembered the scene in my dream.

A maid walked over, holding the lamp, and it was still the middle-aged woman who was very good at guessing people's minds, opened the curtain, and said with a smile: "Madam, the city lord has been waiting outside for a long time, and he doesn't want to disturb Madame's rest, and he won't let it be communicated." As he spoke, he brought his tea.

I took it, only to smell the tea and flowers, the headache has been much better, take a sip, full of flowers, refreshed, refreshed, refreshed.

He asked the maid, "What kind of tea is this?" Very delicious. ”

The maid smiled and said, "This is the hundred flower tea that Madame has drunk, Madame doesn't remember?" ”

I was stunned, so I simply followed her words and said, "There are indeed many things that I can't remember, what's your name?" Did you follow me all along? ”

The woman smiled, as bright as the sunshine of March: "My name is Wanxi." ”

"Wanxi?" I laughed, "Is that Qingyang the one who is with you?" ”

He smiled and said, "Yes, our names are all given by the city lord." ”

Looking at the look on her face, I sighed in my heart: "The city lord is expensive this year?" ”

I originally wanted to remind her that it was impossible for a sibling relationship with a disparity in status, but I didn't expect her to answer me with a serious face: "The city lord is thirty years old Chinese New Year's Eve this year. ”

Thirty-one years old? What about "me"?

Wanxi was like a roundworm in my stomach, caught my question, and said, "Ten years older than my wife, I know more about being considerate!" ”

I kind of hate this tactfulness, it's too clever. Thinking of that Qingyang, there is a bit of jerky realism today, and asks: "What about Qingyang?" Let her come to me. "I was looking for Qingyang, and I wanted to ask her, what did she want to call me today?

Unexpectedly, Wanxi replied: "Today, Qingyang's child is very sick, and the city lord asked her to send her back." ”

I was stunned.

For some reason, the low, magnetic voice in the dream: "The rest, dead or alive, is buried." "It came to my ears again.

It seems that I still dream about a lot of things, but the things that I remember clearly when I woke up are now blurry. Only this sentence, the voice, so familiar, still vaguely floated up, fluttering.

"Are you awake? Did you sleep well? ”

I shuddered.

This low, magnetic voice, just now it sounded so good, so warm, and now, it has brought a bit of coolness.

City Lord, I don't want to call him Hua Yexian, the city lord has come to me, still wearing a wide robe and hair, but the robe has been changed to red, but in my eyes, it has a bit of blood.

He sat down in front of me and commanded, "Snacks and wine." ”

Wanxi was not as talkative as she was just now, and she didn't dare to show the just now, she lowered her eyebrows and agreed, and then slowly retreated.

As soon as she was gone, the whole world was much quieter.

There were only two of us left, and the voice in the dream was too much like his. I was silent, just kept thinking, what did he let people bury? Where did Qingyang go? Just because of the gaffe, the person disappeared?

I peeked at him, he was picking up a book on the table, his long eyelashes hanging low, his slender fingers caressing his soft thin lips, and gently tapping them. I don't know what he's looking at, I don't even know what dynasty I'm in, and I'm not sure if I can recognize the current text!

After a while, Wanxi came back again, with four dishes of side dishes, a plate of yam cake, a pot of wine, and two wine glasses on the tray.

She silently posed, and then silently withdrew.

The lord of the city put down the book, picked up the wine jug, and filled both wine glasses with wine, and the sweet fragrance of osmanthus wine spread.

I asked, "There must be other petals in this wine, why is there a different aroma?" ”

The lord of the city did not answer, but pinched the wine glass beside him with his slender fingers, touched it on my wine glass, and drank it all.

I peeked at the wine jug, as if I didn't have the trick of the child and mother pot that I often see in costume films, and I also picked up the wine glass, slowly tasted the tea, and drank it all. It seems that except for the sweetness of osmanthus, there is really no other smell.