Xiao Yiran lay on the bed, slowly combing through the memories in his mind. How could it be a dream? But Qingwen just said that she started her lunch break at the beginning of the time, and now it is just around the moment of Shen Shi. Looking at the sky outside, what Qingwen said was not bad.

Born in the small courtyard of the small mountain village at the foot of Songshan Mountain, his father Xiao Guoliang and his mother Sun. So much so that in the later Taicang County, everyone in Jiangning Mansion also knew Lin Chen in Jiangning Mansion, as well as Mr. Kou Xiang, senior brother Kou Zhun, the third prince Zhao Heng, the second prince Zhao Yuanxi, and so on. It's so clear, how can it be a dream?

In any case, Xiao Yiran couldn't believe that the thirteen-year experience of the Northern Song Dynasty was just a dream of his own.

However, if it wasn't a dream, how would you explain the scene in front of you? The memory in my mind told me that it was now the ninth year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty. Ten years ago, when he was three years old, his biological parents died in the war between Zhu Yuanzhang and Chen Youliang. After that, he was adopted by Zhao Qian and has been living in this painting boat. In addition to reading and reading every day, practicing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, it is to usher in the send-off. From the age of eight, he played the piano and played music for the guests in the painting boat, and occasionally echoed the literati to write lyrics and even paint Go.

If it was really a dream, how could the two girls, Qingwen and Musk Yue, also appear in the dream?

"Qingwen, Musk Yue, you come in."

With Xiao Yiran's shout, Qingwen and Musk Moon opened the curtain and entered.

"Hello Miss?"

"Did you just have a dream?"

"No, after Miss fell asleep, Musk Yue and I stayed in front of Miss's bed in the morning, barely moving."

Qingwen said, and deliberately raised an unfinished handkerchief in her hand to show Xiao Yiran.

"We have been rushing this handkerchief, and the lady's original handkerchief is either old, or the guests are leaving, and there is no handkerchief to use."

Xiao Yiran looked at the expressions on the faces of the two and knew that what they said was true. Slowly sat up, under the service of the two, dressed, Xiao Yiran walked out of the room and came to the deck of the painting boat.

I saw that the Qinhuai River under the painting boat, the clear river water gently rippled, the bank is dense with trees of all colors, in the thick shade of the trees, you can vaguely see a corner of the houses on the bank, or eaves, or courtyard walls, or gates. Along the coast is a wide road with pedestrians coming and going, bustling with people. In the distant sky, a red sun has long since set in the west, and the sun shines on the surface of the river, emitting a dazzling sparkling light. Occasionally, from other painting boats not far away, there will be a melodious sound of the piano, or the sound of the pipa, the music is melodious and melodious. Occasionally, there are one or two hawkers' cries mixed in, which seems harsh and discordant.

"Qingwen, what day is it?"

"Isn't it, miss, why did you sleep so much that you forgot what day it was?"

Qingwen looked at Xiao Yiran suspiciously and asked. Instead, the musk moon next to him replied softly:

"Miss, today is August 16."

"August 16 too?"

"Miss, it's August 16, it's August 16."

Xiao Yiran ignored the two of them anymore and fell into deep thought again.

In fact, Xiao Yiran knows that today is August 16. It was only because of the doubts in my heart that I asked. Yesterday was August 15, and because the patrons of the painting boat were at home with their families to enjoy the moon and celebrate the festival, there were no guests on the painting boat last night. It was Qingwen and Musk Yue who accompanied her to admire the moon, and before going to bed, Xiao Yiran really remembered that she had played a song on the piano.

However, in the dream, he was in the Yanshan Mansion of the Northern Song Dynasty, in the Mansion of the Prefect Yamen of Yanshan Mansion, accompanying his father Xiao Guoliang and spending the Mid-Autumn Festival with his mother Sun. Parents were worried that they were worried about Lin Chen's marriage to the princess, and deliberately told themselves a lot of stories about their youth. So much so that before I knew it, it was the second half of the night, so on the sixteenth night, my mother Sun sent me to the meeting room early, so that I could go to bed early. After seeing his mother Sun leave, his thoughts flew far away to the Horse Mansion in Bianliang City, imagining the scene of the wedding night of Brother Lin Chen and Princess Yinghui.

Thinking, thinking, looking at the scenery in the room under the moonlight through the window, I suddenly felt that those scenes became more and more distant, more and more unfamiliar, until they were like shadows in the mirror, broken little by little with the shattering of the mirror. When I woke up again, I was already in the bed of the painting boat.

Alas, what the hell is going on?

Xiao Yiran remembered that the first time he was reborn in the ancient era, and the second time he was reborn in the Northern Song Dynasty, both of which were completed when the soul left the body and encountered a time tunnel. Moreover, when I was reborn twice, the environment I faced was unfamiliar, and there was no trace of it in my memory, so how could this be the case this time?

Thinking of this, Xiao Yiran lowered his head and carefully looked at his body for a while, it was indeed the same body as the dream, and then recalled the two formulas from Sister Xu Ying and Xuannu Niangniang in the dream, and the combination of the "soul refining formula" still remained in his mind, and every qiē was so real. Even the clothes he wore were about the same.

It's not just dreaming now, is it? Xiao Yiran stretched out his right hand and pinched his left hand vigorously, it hurt very much, not in a dream.

Since it is not in a dream now, Xiao Yiran can't make himself believe that the experience of the Northern Song Dynasty for more than ten years is in a dream, and at the same time, Xiao Yiran can also be sure that this time is not a rebirth, whether it is from his own feelings, or compared with the previous two rebirths, there is a world of difference. If you are reborn, where will you take your original body with you? What's more, even the two girls around her are the same. If it is said to be reborn, it cannot be explained in any way.

Another difference from the previous two rebirths is that there is no feeling of parting from life and death in my heart at all, and there is only a faint sense of loss, or deep doubt.

"Miss, the sun is about to set. Let's go back to the room and prepare, isn't Zhu Gongzi going on a date tonight? ”

Xiao Yiran was thinking about going back to the room to try the soul refining technique of cultivation, and whether he could escape from the Yuan Shen, and just as he was about to turn around, he heard Musk Yue's words, but he only heard the first half of Musk Yue's words, and the rest didn't listen to it at all.

After returning to the room, when Xiao Yiran passed by the table, he saw a piece of paper with words written on it, and couldn't help but pick it up, remembering that it was before going to bed last night, and he hadn't finished writing half of the poem:

The bright moon is in the middle of the autumn,

Qinhuai waves and quiet waters.

Who's My Fair Girl across the boat,

Xiao Yiran still remembers the scene at that time, because before going to bed, he heard the melodious singing from a painting boat not far away, so he wrote these three sentences with a pen, but he thought about it, and he didn't think of a satisfactory conclusion, so he put down the pen and went to sleep.

Putting down the poem casually, he didn't care about thinking about the conclusion of the poem, dragged off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the bed, and silently recited the mantra of the soul refining technique, and the original spirit suddenly came out of the fontanelle above his head and floated over the room.

Suddenly, Xiao Yiran thought, could it be that his soul traveled to the Northern Song Dynasty, and more than ten years later? Immediately, Xiao Yiran shook his head, this is impossible. If that's the case, when did you get the soul refining technique in this Ming Dynasty, and when did you cultivate it? Could it be that it was the soul of the Northern Song Dynasty that came to this Ming Dynasty? It is impossible, Xiao Yiran looked at the body sitting cross-legged on the bed, motionless, and once again vetoed his idea.

"It would be nice if she took Zheng Xinxin's soul, maybe she could find something, I don't know."

Thinking of the soul of Zheng Xinxin who stayed in Wutai Mountain Tallinn and in the Yuantong Master Relic Pagoda, Xiao Yiran suddenly had an idea. If you can find Master Yuantong's relics pagoda in Tallinn on Wutai Mountain, and find Zheng Xinxin's soul, can you prove that the Northern Song Dynasty is truly existing? So, Xiao Yiran decided to find an opportunity to go to Wutai Mountain.

Immediately, Xiao Yiran thought again, if he could really find Zheng Xinxin's soul as he wished, so as to prove that the Northern Song Dynasty was the real existence, but how to explain the Qiē in front of him? How did your body come to the Ming Dynasty from the Northern Song Dynasty? Is there a gap of nearly 400 years? And how should Qingwen and Musk Moon explain it?

No matter how you think about it, it is a series of inexplicable questions, which makes Xiao Yiran's head bigger.

By the way, what does Master Yuantong's ode say?

There are comings and goings,

It's not today, it's not yesterday.

Accompanied by the sun and the moon,

Qin Huai died himself.

Xiao Yiran has always been unable to understand the last two sentences of the song, and today he thought of the song of Master Yuantong again, and silently recited the last two sentences in his mouth, and suddenly thought:

"The sun and the moon are together, isn't it a 'bright' word? Now that I happen to come to the Ming Dynasty, the last four words 'Qinhuai ends up', does it mean that whether it is a rebirth of the ancient era, or a dream back to the Northern Song Dynasty, the end point is on the Qinhuai River in the Ming Dynasty? ”

At this point, Xiao Yiran was convinced that he had fully understood the true meaning of Master Yuantong's song. It's just that Xiao Yiran still has some doubts about the explanation of 'Qin Huai's self-end', what is the end point of these four meanings? Life, or reincarnation?

"I'm afraid that only when things come to an end, can we really know what the end is?"

Xiao Yiran muttered to himself.

"Miss, the time is almost up, it's time for Zhu Gongzi to come."

Qingwen and Musk Yue saw that after the young lady turned around and went back to the room, they closed the door tightly, almost an hour had passed, the sun had already set, and the sky was dark, it should be the time to make an appointment with Zhu Gongzi, but the young lady's room was still quiet, there was no movement, and they couldn't help but remind them outside the room.

"Why should Zhu Gongzi come?"

Xiao Yiran subconsciously asked, and then remembered in his heart that the night before yesterday, he made an appointment with Zhu Zixiu Gongzi, and tonight Zhu Gongzi went to the painting boat to admire the moon, and Zhu Gongzi also said slightly apologetically at that time:

"Miss Ran'er, don't be surprised, although you can't accompany Miss to admire the moon on the fifteenth night, the students will definitely come on the sixteenth night. Isn't it often said that the moon is sixteen round in fifteen? ”