This night, Qing'er slept very unsteadily.

When the nightmare began, she recognized the scene at once: the same garden she had dreamed of on the night of the last thunderstorm, and the same people in the garden—the same fierce soldiers, the same desperate faces, the same salty blood splattered on her face......

But this time, the dream didn't come to an abrupt end in the same place.

After the sound of "let's go on the road", she clearly felt the coldness and sharp pain of the sharp blade piercing her heart, and inexplicably changed her perspective, looking down on the catastrophe from a high place, and watched the woman in red and red dress have her hands and feet cut off, her head chopped up, and her stomach cut open......

Her vision was blurry and clear, and her consciousness was not awake at all times. She knew it was a nightmare, and she wanted to escape, but she couldn't.

Later, the picture in front of her gradually distorted into scattered light and shadow, and finally turned into a fire that spread all over the sky, roasting her internal organs and her internal organs.

When she woke up from this nightmare screaming, Qing'er found that the pillow mattress under her was wet, and she didn't know how many cold sweats and tears she shed in the dream.

Fortunately, except for being tired, my body did not feel very unwell. She sat on the edge of the bed and thought about it for a long time, and finally discovered an even more terrible reality - Jun Yu is gone!

This is no small surprise. Qing'er hurriedly jumped out of bed in her clothes and rushed out of the door.

There is no figure of Jun Yu outside the door, only lotus leaves, bamboo bridges, rockeries, and painting boats......

The place where this warm pavilion is located is surrounded by water, and it is actually a small island in the middle of a lake.

Qing'er searched every corner of the island in a panic, but she didn't find Jun Yu's figure, but she was so tired that she was flustered and short of breath. Coupled with being choked by the smoke, the taste made me want to cough up my lungs.

Wait, smoke?

She rushed out the door in terror, only to realize that there was smoke as far as the eye could see. In particular, the southwest is gloomy, and it looks like a demon in a monster story, which is very terrifying.

Qing'er was in shock, and suddenly saw someone on the bamboo bridge running over quickly. Billowing smoke chased after him, changing into terrifying shapes.

It's not Jun Yu, it's the dead man from yesterday, Wei Yang.

Qing'er looked at this picture, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that something was wrong, and she instinctively felt disgusted and scared, and wanted to escape.

At this time, Wei Yang had already rushed to the front and saluted her in a proper manner: "Young girl." ”

Qing'er froze and turned her head to look at the smoke in the distance: "What's going on over there?" ”

Wei Yang hurriedly said: "There are too many corpses in the house, and there is no way to bury them one by one." According to the instructions of the prince, some firewood and grass were added and cremated again. ”

Qing'er listened to him and did not look unusual, and her heart gradually settled down, so she turned around and frowned and asked, "What about the prince?" ”

Wei Yang bowed his head and said respectfully: "Summoned from the palace, the prince went early in the morning." ”

Qing'er was taken aback: "In the palace? You're saying that your old master wants to see him? ”

"Yes," Wei Yang still kept his head down, "It's inconvenient for my subordinates to follow, so the prince ordered me to stay here to protect the girl." There is medicine and snacks for you on the stove in the warm pavilion......"

Before he finished speaking, Qing'er's face suddenly changed, and he walked quickly past him and got on the bamboo bridge.

"Young girl!" Wei Yang didn't know what to do, so he hurriedly chased after him.

Qing'er couldn't take care of him anymore.

Just now she saw flames rising from the thick smoke, and her heart suddenly felt a trance, reality and nightmares overlapped without warning.

The killings, the fires, the elaborate promenade, and the carved stone table among the peonies next to the promenade......