The moon sinks into the West River, the sun rises over the East China Sea, and another morning arrives before waking up from a dream.

Today is the tenth day of the tenth lunar month.

On this day, the girl in the red building will give her monthly performance, and someone tells Shake Light that the show she performs tonight is called: Night Dream.

The morning of this day was shining, the golden red clouds spread in the east on the clear blue sky, a red sun hung in the east, and the mist in the courtyard gradually disappeared. Standing in front of the window quietly looking at the wisteria trellises that have withered in the yard, a bright red hibiscus can still keep a flower that I don't know whether it is in full bloom or withering in the cool morning, and the one facing the window has a delicate dew drop hanging on it, and the sunlight is refracted on the dewdrop, concentrated a little, and the golden light is shining.

Ji Hua walked from the direction of the small kitchen with a basin of warm water, she wore a red narrow sleeved right collar blouse and a moon-white embroidered peach hibiscus flower dress, holding a simple bun, only using a simple magnolia hairpin, no powder but natural beauty, the pace of walking is not large, the skirt is like a wave between the walks, and the gentle and elegant temperament exists in her every move.

Wei Shaoguang leaned against the window and watched her walk slowly, and after a while, Xiahou Ming appeared on the path wearing the same black robe, he held the saber in his hand and strode here, and soon he caught up with Ji Hua who was walking in front, and the two said hello and walked in together.

"My lord, please come and wash up."

After Ji Hua put the water away, he walked to the bedroom and shouted to shake the light.

Wei Shaoguang stood by the window and turned around and responded to Ji Hua's words with a smile: "Okay, Ji Hua help me find a set of clothes to go out today, thank you!"

"Yes, sir."

Ji Hua began to be busy with his work, Shaoguang went out of the screen to wash his face outside, Xiahou Ming consciously stood aside and waited for Shaoguang, he handed the clean white towel to Shaoguang, and helped Shaoguang bring a basin for gargling.

"Thank you."

After shaking the light and washing, he glanced at the scenery outside, turned back to Xia Houming with a smile and said, "Today's weather is good, which is suitable for us to start work." ”

"Childe, my subordinates are ready."

"Hmm."

Shake Light put on a little makeup today, and made some changes to her eyes on the basis of disguise drugs, her usual eyes are too sharp, less delicate, and it is not suitable to hide her identity. At the end of her eyes, she used a fine brush dipped in crimson paint to draw a little eyeliner, and elongated her eyes a little, revealing some immature evil feeling, which was enough to attract people's attention, and she would not think of her as an official of the imperial court.

Today's plan is that she is going to pretend to be a young man from the Qingguan to infiltrate the Eighteen Hutongs and then follow the so-called Mr. Mori to "over there".

Ji Hua helped her comb the half-bundled hair that the young boy often combed, and tied it with a crimson ribbon, and the tassel at the end of the ribbon was half-hidden in the jet-black hair. Shake light is perfect for red. The jade-white wide-sleeved right cross-collared robe is embroidered with crimson auspicious cloud patterns, and the placket and cuffs are embroidered with vermilion with fine plum blossoms, and inside are two plain white middle clothes and underwear, only at the neckline with a thin red thread narrowly embroidered with a light circle of ruyi patterns, a one-and-a-half-inch wide belt is tied around the waist, and a piece of bluebird jade pendant hangs on it, a vermilion tassel falls, and a bamboo branch orchid sachet embroidered by Ji Hua himself.

In addition, Wei Shaoguang tied a pack of silver needles to the upper part of his wrist, tied a knife to his right arm, stuffed a black dagger in his boots, and various small antidotes and poisons, hid them in his fingernails, smeared them on the jade pendant, and carefully equipped them from top to bottom from the inside out, before finally leaving the Zhuangyuan Mansion in the morning light.

The carriage with the blue curtain set off from the Zhuangyuan Mansion and drove into the street, then walked towards Qingxuan Street, and ran quickly towards the east.

A black shadow flashed through the shadows where the eaves and the carriage coincided, and disappeared in an instant like a hummingbird, as if it had just been dazzled.

The carriage of the Zhuangyuan Mansion stopped outside the Shangshu Mansion, Xiahou Ming helped Shaoguang to get out of the carriage, and the two went to the Criminal Department together as usual.

Shadows only survive and move in shadows. Between the buildings of the capital jumped shadows invisible to ordinary people. They live in the dark, their every finger is stained with blood, their eyes are only the darkness of the night, and they are silent and look at you everywhere, like a shadow.

In the right prime minister's mansion in the west of the city, a two-story small building is planted with a bunch of green bamboo and a plum tree on the left and right sides of the front, and a winding path leads to a hanging flower gate in the middle.

Fu Weiren stood in front of a blank painting, tilting his head slightly and staring at it intently.

"Master, he went to the Ministry of Punishment."

A shadow knelt at his feet and whispered.

"Hmm."

Fu Weiren didn't bow his head, he closed his eyes gently, the crimson eyeliner seemed to be cut with a knife, and it was deeply engraved on his slightly scarred eyelids, the beautiful red line of arc was like life, and when the eyes were gently turned because of the human body structure, the vitality of the signs of life flowed.

As if thinking of a pleasant person, Fu Weiren opened his eyes, and his thin lips opened slightly and then raised upward, outlining a perfect smile.

The shadow had disappeared silently, replaced by a cold wind on the top of a mountain and a hot spring at the bottom of a valley between the mountains, just like the garden outside the building, just like his twisted emotions of longing.

It was slowly getting dark.

The eighteen alleys are brightly lit, and the bright lights illuminate the intricate streets and alleys, and the curtains that peek out of which window are flying in the night, and flowers are sprinkled from the slender hands and fall to the ground and entangle with the stone slabs.

The lanterns in front of the small red building are hung high, and the gradually withering pomegranate trees are shrouded in bright colors, which is magnificent and charming. The building was full of shouts, high cheers mixed with the filthy lust of human beings, who spent their money to overdraw their lives, chasing the heaven of drunken dreams and death.

Such a night is the domination of shadows.

They silently took people's lives, slitting throats with sharp swords, sending blood flying in the air, staining garnet curtains and expensive woolly carpets, and the bodies of beautiful women lay among the dead, their screams fueling their lust.

Dressed in a moonlight dance dress and dancing barefoot on the stage in the crowd, she was masked, revealing only a pair of charming eyes, accompanied by the crisp sound of silver bells between the eye waves, and her ankles and wrists were wearing small silver bells, light gauze feather clothes, beautiful as moonlight.

And under the moonlight, night dreams come.

Writing night dreams read as nightmares.

In the Playground and the Slaughterhouse, Wei Shaoguang was taken to Seventh Street by Mr. Sen's eyes.

She walked from blood and beauty to the feast.