There was fog all around, and Yan Chi felt that he was walking in a garden, familiar and unfamiliar. Along a willow lake embankment, he walked and looked around, always feeling that he was looking for something, but he didn't know who he was looking for or what he was looking for.

It should be autumn, and the willow leaves on the lake embankment have begun to turn yellow, which is in stark contrast to the rows of hibiscus flowers blooming brightly on the side.

Suddenly, the surrounding mist seemed to slowly dissipate, and a figure broke into view.

It was a young girl, with a crow-green hair half-pulled into a simple bun, and a single jade walk, which gently swayed on her sideburns, covering the delicate pinna, small earlobes, and the rest of the hair hung down, like a fine silk straight to the waist, with her movements.

He wears a dark blue cloak. It's weird! It seemed that it was rare for a girl to wear this color, he thought in a daze, seeing her tiptoe to reach the best blooming hibiscus flower on the branch above her head, he was not such an eventful person, but for some reason he leaned over step by step, stood behind her, raised his hand, and helped her pluck the hibiscus.

She paused slightly, and slowly turned back in front of him, almost in a posture of one arm around her.

Yan Chi suddenly felt her heart pound, and she fixed her eyes to see what she looked like, but the moment she turned around, the mist that had already dispersed suddenly swarmed again, engulfing her face and her people in the blink of an eye.

In a trance, Yan Chi only faintly saw the pair of eyes, the shape of a leaf, the tail of the eyes is long, containing a natural style, seducting people's soul.

The mist surged up and then dispersed, and in the next moment, the scene changed, Yan Chi seemed to be sealed in his body, experiencing everything he had never experienced, but he couldn't help himself.

"Aren't you a good drinker? How much did you drink this time? How did you get so drunk? "It was a woman, dressed in red, with a skirt embroidered with lifelike hibiscus flowers, large and large, red, pink, or white, and a full skirt. But it's really strange that the flowers on the skirt can be seen so clearly, but the woman's face is shrouded in a layer of mist, and it can't be seen really.

I can only vaguely see the woman's hair in a bun, but between the waist and limbs, there is no grip, the posture is clear, the soul is seductive, and the voice is also strangely familiar.

It's so familiar that it makes people's hearts palpitate, but it reveals a cold alienation that has never been heard of.

Yan Chi heard himself laugh softly, with a little coquettishness, "Yes! I'm so drunk that no one takes care of me......" I was about to grab her hand, and for a moment, my fingertips seemed to touch that touch the softness of the fragrance, but she brushed it away, and the person also stood up, and while walking out, he coldly ordered, "Master has drunk too much, let the kitchen send a bowl of sobering soup, you will take care of it." When the words fell, the man was already outside the house.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed a loneliness, and slowly held it in one place, his palm and heart, as if they were empty.

The picture turned again, but this time, it was a dagger stabbing sharply, and without thinking about it, he pushed away the person behind him and blocked it with his body.

The "stabbing" sound of the dagger piercing the flesh was clearly audible, but perhaps in a dream, he didn't feel the slightest pain. just fell to the ground with a "bang", and saw the figure pounce up, crying and shouting to him, "Yan Chi!" ”

His blood splattered on the hem of her skirt, and a skirt of hibiscus blossomed.

A tear fell on his face, what a strange! Isn't it in a dream? If you don't feel pain, how can you feel the burning of tears? He stared strangely at the face that should still be hidden in the fog, but found that the mist had slowly subsided at some point, and that face was showing in front of him inch by inch.

The moment he saw it clearly, Yan Chi suddenly had a pair of round eyes, how could it be her?

Immediately after that, a stirring spirit, his consciousness was already withdrawn from the chaotic dream, and almost at the same time, he felt pain. It seems that the whole body is sore, but the most painful thing is the back and shoulders, the pain is slight, piercing. As the pain progressed, he became conscious, and he could hear the voice of the person in his ear.

He frowned uncomfortably, his body moved, but he pulled the wound, and subconsciously gasped for cold air.

However, although this voice was weak, it made the voices in the ears suddenly fall silent, and in the next moment, a light call sounded beside him, with unconcealed joy and a faint caution, "Brother Chi, are you awake?" ”

It's the mother's voice. Yan Chi finally came to his senses completely, and slowly raised his heavy eyelids, "Mother! ”

The eldest princess of Zhaoyang sighed, but her eyes flashed with tears of joy, "Imperial Doctor!" Come and take a look! ”

Two quarters of an hour later, Yan Chi was retreated for his injuries, changed into a clean middle coat, his eyes were much clearer, and his face was also happy.

The eldest princess of Zhaoyang looked at him, with a smile on her face, took a Ruyao white porcelain bowl from the tray held by the maid behind her, sat down on the edge of the bed, scooped up the medicinal soup in it with a spoon, blew it, and sent it to Yan Chi's mouth.

"I'll do it myself." Yan Chi pulled the corners of his mouth a little embarrassed, then took the bowl, raised his head and drank the medicinal soup inside.

Seeing him like this, the eldest princess of Zhaoyang had a flash of loss in her eyes, but when he put down the bowl, she had already wiped it clean from the bottom of her eyes, curled the corners of her lips and said, "Imperial Doctor Chen is the best at treating this kind of injury, you can stay at ease in the next few days, and let him give you a good recuperation." ”

"Mother, it's just a skin injury......" Yan Chi sighed.

"What skin trauma? It takes 100 days to recuperate, so don't just rely on your young foundation and don't take it to heart. I have already sent someone to inform them at the other end of the Hou Mansion, so you won't stay with me for a few days, and you won't be surnamed Yan. The tone of the eldest princess of Zhaoyang was cold.

Yan Chi didn't dare to say more about the rest of the words, but she was afraid that it would cause the eldest princess of Zhaoyang to think of her heart knot.

Just these two sentences, but the warmth between the mother and son disappeared by half, leaving only three points of embarrassment and four points of silence.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of rustling outside, and a maid poked her head out of the curtain. When she walked back behind the eldest princess of Zhaoyang, there was a little more hesitation on her face.

"What's the matter?" The eldest princess of Zhaoyang asked in a low voice.

Mama Shan raised her eyes and looked at Yan Chi, Yan Chi was a little strange, wondering if it had anything to do with him? Hearing Mama Shan said with a little hesitation, "The porter is here to report, Miss Chu...... Still waiting outside the gate! ”

Yan Chi's eyes flashed twice, and suddenly, before he fainted, her tearful eyes intertwined with the person in her dream appeared in front of her eyes. And those bizarre dreams in the chaos.

The eldest princess of Zhaoyang had already frowned and said, "No! Let her go back! ”

Small Theatre:

Author: Don't be cowardly!

Yan Chi (angry): This is not cowardice! Sometimes, escaping is also a necessary process of love!

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