The sound of gasps running in the smoky dark night barren forest came from far and near, Yin Suwen tugged on the hem of her skirt with one hand and pushed away the weeds in front of her in front of her with the other, and hurried for her life, looking towards the thick night behind her as she ran. She looked panicked, as if something terrifying was chasing after her.

"Hurry, hurry!" Secretly cheering herself up with a trembling voice, she seemed to be very afraid of the footsteps that followed her, but the more anxious she was, the slower her speed became.

"You are an unfilial girl, and you dare to run again?!"

An iron-blue face suddenly appeared in front of Yin Suwen, and the man with an angry face scolded loudly and threw out the steel whip in his hand. Before the steel whip was raised, Yin Suwen, who was blocked from the way, was already frightened like chaff, his lips and teeth trembled, so he had to clench his fists to give himself a little strength.

"Father, father, spare me! Spare me this time! Just one ・・・・・・"

She knelt on the cold mountain rock and kowtowed to Yin Yuan in front of her frequently and begged for mercy, her knees were pierced by the rocks, and her whole body was as cold as falling into the abyss, but her mind became more and more unclear.

The man in front of her was her father Yin Yuan, she knew it, but why did she run away here in the middle of the night and be chased all the way? Why did this father not say a word or raise a whip, and he was so frightened that he was about to break his heart, didn't he always love himself very much? Why is it getting harder and harder for me to breathe at this time・・・・・・

"Miss, Miss, wake up!"

Yin Suwen, who was awakened by a burst of calling, was sleepy-eyed, and the first thing he saw was the anxious appearance of the maid Nanzhu. The silk handkerchief on her forehead conveyed the coolness of the ice compress to the texture little by little, and she realized that Fang Cai's frightened and desperate run was just a ridiculous dream, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, fortunately it was just a dream.

"Miss, I'm afraid I've had a nightmare and is sick, let's drink some soothing tea."

"I'm fine."

The fear subsided, and she was still her usual indifferent appearance, very different from the weak and trembling self in the dream. Nanzhu on the side put down the teacup, twisted the handkerchief again, wiped the thin sweat on her head a little bit, and added a new soothing incense before finally relieving her heart.

Nanzhu was originally an abandoned child with no name, and when he was a teenager, he fled to Shangyuan Mansion, and was taken in by Yin Suwen, the eldest lady of the mansion, by chance. She grew up serving and accompanying Yin Suwen, and in her eyes, the other party is more family than the master. Although her own young lady has been quite different from the past over the years, after the great change in her temperament, she is notoriously cold and unkind in the Yin Mansion, and even not as close to herself as she was back then, and often lets herself sit on a cold bench, but these do not affect her to still be a solid-eyed loyal servant. Even if it was just a nightmare, seeing Yin Suwen's weak and pale appearance made her feel distressed.

"How many years has it been since Sheng Hui?"

"Nineteen years of Shenghui. Miss Mo was not so confused that she even forgot the years. ”

Put the pillow to help Yin Suwen sit half-reclining, listening to her tone, Nanzhu was happy for no reason, and also joked, "Or maybe the young lady went to the place called the garden in the book in her dream, and she forgot the time too quickly." ”

"Peach Blossom Spring, if only there was a place like that."

Yin Su asked and smiled, a story he inadvertently mentioned, Nanzhu still remembers.

"But then again, Mademoiselle hasn't had such a nightmare for many years, so why is it getting worse all of a sudden. I couldn't wake up after screaming for a long time, but I frightened the slave and maid. ”

"yes, ten years. How can a nightmare that hasn't been done in ten years come back now? ”

She said with her mouth, but in her heart she knew the miserable situation in the dream, those bloody fears were not just false, they were all the times that had actually existed in her life. It's just that she thinks that after ten years of repair and growth, this nightmare should have been sealed a long time ago.

Nanzhu didn't notice Yin Suwen's reverie, and took the medicine box by herself, and couldn't hide her worry.

"Does Miss's knee still hurt, do you want to take some more medicine?" As I said earlier, the Yunju Temple is in the depths of Donghuang Mountain, the plank road is rugged and difficult to walk, if it is a blessing, there are so many temples under the mountain to choose a random one. But Miss, you just don't listen, you don't want people to follow you if you want to go, now it's okay, your knee hurts so badly, it's no wonder it doesn't hurt. ”

Her tone was complaining, and the movements in her hands did not stop, and the different potions were layered and carefully wrapped in gauze.

"Those grandiose temples have been repaired to be splendid, the temple is still a temple and the monk is no longer a monk, how can there be half a point of spirituality, just don't worship. Yunju Temple is a must-go, and it is not easy to find out about the place, and it is worth it to suffer for Shaoqing. ”

The blessing bag in the hand is exquisitely embroidered, and the color is not fancy but the stitches are exquisite, which shows the embroiderer's intentions. The bag contained the Buddha sign that Yin Suwen had asked for all the way from Yunju Temple, Zhang Shaoqing was injured the day before yesterday, and some Buddhist blessings were accompanied, so he must be able to get better faster.

When it comes to Zhang Shaoqing, there will always be an unconscious smile on her face. The son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, a handsome and dashing talent, how many boudoir women in Beijing are infatuated with his style and admire his status and talent, but Yin Su is by his side, not asking about the end, not talking about the conditions, simple but resolute love. This man is her whole world, and it is worth it for him.

Yin Suwen's love is obvious, fiery, and unstoppable, and Nanzhu knows that her status is low and she can't raise any objections, but she still can't be happy. It stands to reason that her own young lady has lived a miserable life since she suffered from family changes, and Zhang Shaoqing has finally improved a little after she appeared, and she is also a talented and beautiful woman, but she just thinks that this Zhang Gongzi is not as good as Yin Suwen said. She couldn't say what was wrong, maybe she just felt that his eyes when he looked at Yin Su were always tepid and lacking something, or maybe he was just hot-headed.

Shaking his head to dispel his cranky thoughts, he took the lucky bag in Yin Suwen's hand and stored it in the brocade box, "Yes, yes, I only think it's sweet for that Miss Zhang Gongzi to taste as much bitterness, as long as I mention him, I can't hide the smile on my face." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, you don't know who to learn from."

Yin Suwen's face turned red, she was a little disgusted but shy, and the look of her little daughter was red in white and red, which made Nanzhu reluctant to find her happy again.

"Miss's slave doesn't dare to talk nonsense, it's just that it's just a little worthless for Miss."

"What's not worth it?"

"I have known that Zhang Gongzi for more than ten years, and all of the young lady's thoughts are on him, and she can see every bit of it clearly, but the Zhang family always looks indifferent. After a long time, there is everything to say outside, but I don't see him have the intention of proposing marriage, so the slave maid is not worth it for the young lady. ”

Over the years, except for Zhang Shaoqing, Yin Suwen has always been alone and does not talk much to others, and even Nanzhu is not very close, but he never thought that he could hear such considerate words today. In the same way, she never thought about the question of value and non-value.

"Actually, he's fine", patting Nam-joo's hand gently, as if comforting her and herself, "He's still by my side, it's enough." ”