The root of the tongue was paralyzed, and he couldn't open his mouth to shout, Han Qian was irritable and resentful, but he could only lie there on his desk, listening to the window covered with a layer of oiled paper, and the light wind blowing from the side of the mountain ridge, "squeak" shook all night, shaking Han Qian wanted to tear down the whole yard.

The study faces east, the mountains are not very steep, but the mountains are undulating, and in the deep purple night, they are as thin as paper-cuts stacked on top of each other and different shades.

At dawn, the clouds above the ridge line in the distance gradually became clearer, and the mountains and grasses gradually became clearer, only to find that the cliffs were not far from here.

“…… Squeak......"

At this time, the door was pushed open, and I saw the girl whose face was covered by a large dark red fetal mark, walking in with a copper basin.

"Childe really changed his mind, and he sat in front of the bookcase all night. If you can do this in the city, why not make the lord angry. ”

The ugly maid didn't notice Han Qian's abnormality, put the copper basin containing the washing water on the wooden shelf, and saw that the bedding in the inner room was not spread out, and really thought that Han Qian didn't rest at this time when he read it at night.

"Shut your broken mouth!"

When Han Qian saw this ugly maid, he was bored in his heart, and wanted to open his mouth to scold, but his voice was hoarse and couldn't make a sound.

He struggled to get up, and thought of picking up the copper basin full of washing water, and smashing it in the face of the annoying ugly maid, thinking to himself that this had sat in front of the window all night, and it did not even occur to him to come in and serve.

Han Qian was holding the bookcase in his hand, and his body was about to stand up, but he almost fell from the chair to the ground.

The ugly maid was startled, hugged Han Qian, saw that his face was very pale, and reached out to touch his forehead:

"Oops, why is it so hot? It is said that you can't open the window when you read at night, the wind in the mountains is so cold that the son is afraid that the wind and cold will be blown out - the master strictly forbids the slave to come in at night to serve the son, and the fan is also careless, and he doesn't know how to close the window and burn his forehead like this, but how is it good? ”

The ugly maid carried Han Qian, who had no strength to make her temperament, to the couch in the back room and lay down.

Han Qian's mind was still a mess, his body was weak, and he didn't have the strength to scold people, so he could only watch Qingyun take care of him and take care of him to sleep, and drank a bowl of bitter medicinal soup in the middle, and he didn't know what was in the medicinal soup, whether he would eat himself badly, and he thought that everything in front of him or in a dream was still in a dream, and there was no need to be serious.

After that, he fell asleep again, and another dream struck.

It's just that at this time, Han Qian's dream is no longer the bizarre world, but the bloody and vigorous pawns, the sharp blades, the corpses under the broken city walls, the blood flowing like a river, and the sunset shining on the reeds on the river beach......

Far from the center of imperial power, the collection of books is as deep and vast as the ocean......

In the deep mansion of the Han family, a thin figure sat in the cold shadow, and the soft and cold eyes gave people a feeling of pins and needles......

The water of the Qiupu River under the candle flame seems to be a black silk forging with a bright light in the night, and the fine waves of water are like jade slapping on the side of the boat......

This is the world that Han Qian is familiar with, this is the world that he is familiar with as the son of the secretary and young eunuch, the hopeless "Han Family Qilang" of the Han family, who relies on the power of his family in Xuanzhou and the lawlessness in Jinling City!

When he woke up, Han Qian saw that the sun had set in the west, and he felt a little better, there was a bowl of vegetable porridge at the head of the bed, and there was steaming steam, presumably the ugly maid Qingyun had just brought it in.

Han Qian was hungry, and he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, he picked up the vegetable porridge and poured it into his stomach.

A bowl of slightly hot vegetable porridge entered his stomach, and he was sweating hotly, Han Qian was able to relieve himself, and there was no weakness and trance after poisoning, and everything in front of him naturally became more real.

However, the more this was the case, the more Han Qian felt that the dream he had had the night before became more and more strange.

The life memory of Zhai Xinping, the person in the dream realm, was so clear in his mind, and it had a sense of reality, so real that Han Qian wondered if he was caught by a ghost thousands of years later.

At this time, the ugly maid Qingyun heard the movement in the house, walked in, and saw the young master Han Qian sitting there in a daze, with a somewhat hideous face, and he didn't dare to say anything, so he packed up the dishes and went out.

Han Qian picked up the beast button bronze mirror at the head of the bed, and looked at himself in the mirror, he was still the eighteen- and eighteen-nineteen-year-old boy with a pale face and a little narrow cheeks because of his thin face-

This made Han Qian feel a little better, and he was still familiar with him, and he almost thought that he had become the middle-aged man named Zhai Xinping, who was born as an orphan in his dream.

Han Qian walked to the study outside.

Against the wall is a row of roof-reaching bookshelves, filled with books of old and new.

Mainly thread-bound books, there are also some paper or silk scrolls, and there are also bamboo slips that look very old, all of which are in the collection of his father Han Daoxun; There are two animal heads burning incense copper stoves on the bookshelf, and there are some strange stones with unique shapes such as white or black or brown or brown as book supports......

There was also a couch against the west wall, Han Qian remembered the place where Yao Xishui's little bitch drank with him the night before, but at this time, the small table on the couch was empty, but there was no wine jug, and there was no trace of Yao Xishui's appearance.

Is it that after being driven to the courtyard of Qiuhu Mountain by his father, time has passed too long and he is confused?

Yao Xishui's little lady has never been to the villa at all, everything is imagined by herself, she just had a few strange dreams after being cold?

However, the window in front of the bookcase was still ajar and had not been cleaned for two or three days, and a layer of floating ash had accumulated on the windowsill, leaving a few messy palm footprints, which were clearly visible.

Yao Xishui and another man just jumped out on the windowsill, not their own imagination!

No matter how confused Han Qian was, at this time, he could confirm that Yao Xishui came to poison him at night was not a dream, but a real thing.

It's just that this makes Han Qian even more confused.

No matter how mixed Han Qian is, he is still a little self-aware.

Even if he was happy to be a prostitute in the Evening Red Mansion on weekdays, and spoke contemptuously and teased Yao Xishui, who was a performer but not a person, but his mother squandered hundreds of cakes of gold in the Evening Red Mansion in just two or three months, but she didn't even touch Yao Xishui's breasts.

Yao Xishui should have put his heart into catching him as a profligate financier, how could he come to kill him?

Could it be that there is some other conspiracy?

It's just that his grandfather Han Wenhuan, who was a squire in the military department, has returned to his hometown and returned to live in Xuanzhou, his father Han Daoxun is a secretary and a young eunuch, and his official residence is from the fourth grade, and he is by no means outstanding among the civil and military generals of the Manchu Dynasty, he is also a prodigal, his father hates iron and steel, so he drove him to another courtyard to cultivate his self-cultivation, and he has no power in his hands, even Fan Xicheng, an old dog who only listens to his father's orders, can't be called, who will go to great lengths to poison him?

Han Qian cleared his throat, and was about to call the ugly maid Qingyun to ask for clarification, when a fragment of memory suddenly flashed in his mind, more precisely, it was a history of Southern Chu that Zhai Xinping, a person in the dream realm, had read:

Emperor Wu of Southern Chu in his later years was a political faint, suspicious of the minister, the minister Han Daoxun admonished him to be diligent in political affairs, angered Emperor Wu, was killed by the rod in front of the Wenying Palace, his son Han Qian fled to his ancestral hometown of Xuanzhou to raise troops, on the way by the family soldiers to send a division, the car was split in the city......

Car split in the city?

Han Qian is no stranger to car cracks.

The previous dynasty was destroyed, the Chu State was newly created, the capital was set in Jinling for only 12 years, at this time the territory of the Chu State was not very peaceful, the Tianyou Emperor ruled harshly, the punishment was strict, and many prisoners were executed with the punishment of car splitting every year.

His father Han Daoxun was transferred to the Central Committee of the DPRK, and Han Qian was also taken to Jinling to reunite with his father, although it was only three or four months, he also had the opportunity to witness the scene of Che Split's execution.

In the past, the punishment of car splitting in several dynasties was to divide the corpse of five horses, but the punishment of car splitting in Chu was simpler, that is, the rope was wrapped around the armpit and waist and hip of the death row prisoner respectively, and the two horses were desperately pulled to both sides until the death row prisoner was pulled in two, and the intestines, feces, urine and gushing blood flowed all over the ground.

As a bystander, Han Qian felt that such a scene was very exciting.

Although he was scolded by his father so bloody, he felt that such a scene was worth watching again, but thinking that such a thing might happen to him, Han Qian was shuddering and creepy at this moment, and his heart couldn't help but twitch faintly.

How could such a thing happen to yourself?

How could you have such a weird dream the night before, it's so unlucky?

Han Qian wanted to get rid of these chaotic thoughts, but the dream of the night before was more and more clearly presented in his mind, as if the life memory of Zhai Xinping, the person in the dream, had been integrated into his blood and could not be erased.

Zhai Xinping, the person in the dream realm, was not familiar with this history of Nanchu, and no matter how hard Han Qian tried to think about it, it was only some fragments of memory.

In the late period of the previous dynasty, the feudal town was divided for a hundred years, in the 900 years of A.D., the last emperor was killed by the ministers and completely destroyed, the Huainan Festival envoy Du Yang Mi was called the emperor in Jinling at the same time, and the country was named "Chu", and "Tianyou" was the year name.

Emperor Tianyou reigned for seventeen years, and after his death, he was called Emperor Taisheng Taiwu, and later called Emperor Chu Wu......

Wait a minute.

Isn't this history narrating the process of Emperor Tianyou's founding of the Chu State?

And at this time, it is only the twelfth year of Tianyou, and there are still five years before the seventeenth year of Tianyou's death?

The bizarre dream of the night before was a ghost or a warning from God.

If these things are destined to happen, doesn't it mean that Emperor Tianyou will die in five years, and he will be "torn apart in the city" before then?

Han Qian has lived heartlessly for so many years, so he won't care about the floods behind him, but thinking that he may be "torn apart in the city" within five years, how can he calm down?

However, how can he prove that the historical fragments remembered by people in the dream will be true?