Jiang Muyuan pursed his lips, stepped up the steps with the sound of footsteps, walked to the bottom of the porch, and stood quietly for a while.

He was silent, and Father-in-law Han was not good at making his own decisions, after all, the little grandfather had always known the rules, and he would never rashly disturb the saint.

Jiang Muyuan went around to the window again.

The window was closed, and Gonggong Han set up a screen to cover it, but Jiang Muyuan's eyes were good, and through the shadows inside, he could see that the saint was sitting on a chair and sleeping.

Jiang Muyuan frowned, motioned to Gonggong Han to retreat into the patio together, and then asked, "How long has the Holy Lord rested?" ”

Gonggong Han lowered his eyes and said, "It's almost a quarter of an hour." ”

"It's not a matter to sit and sleep, and when you wake up after a while, you will inevitably have a sore back," Jiang Muyuan said with a concerned face, "Uncle didn't rest well at night, didn't he call the imperial doctor to come and see?" ”

A "uncle" made Father-in-law Han relax a lot, and sighed when he heard the words.

"Isn't it just a sore back," Han Gonggong shook his head, "I have slept like this once before, and after waking up, the slave pressed it for a long time before he became more comfortable.

The servant suggested that the imperial doctor be invited, but the saint did not let him, saying that the imperial doctor was coming, so he would prescribe some calming prescriptions and add some spices for sleeping, which was not necessarily useful, and made the queen mother worried.

The saint didn't want the queen mother to know, and several ladies in the harem were also called slaves to hide.

But look at it, the imperial study is such a place, once or twice is fine, where can you hide more?

The Holy One is willing to listen to you, little grandfather, next time you persuade the Holy One, the body and bones are the most important, and you can't sleep at night, where can this work! ”

The worry on Jiang Muyuan's face became more and more obvious, and he nodded at Father-in-law Han: "I must talk to my uncle." ”

Father-in-law Han was very grateful.

"You said that my uncle can't sleep at night, how many hours does he rest tonight?" Jiang Muyuan asked again.

Han Gonggong said: "It's not too late to sleep, it's about the same as a few years ago, it's just that I've been turning over, the slave can hear clearly at night, the saint has been turning over for more than an hour after lying down, and finally fell asleep, and it's easy to wake up, and it's easy to get scared, and I don't know what I dreamed of, and I woke up sweating profusely." ”

Nightmare?

Jiang Muyuan raised his eyes and looked at the window of the imperial study.

He couldn't remember if there was such a problem in the saint in his previous life, or rather, maybe there was, but he had never cared so much, and Gonggong Han never mentioned it to him.

If it weren't for the fact that he happened to catch up today, Father-in-law Han might not have said it.

What are the saints dreaming about?

Occasionally, it's just that, and it's unusual to be surprised by dreams and sweat.

"When did it start?" Jiang Muyuan asked again.

Han Gonggong thought for a while and said, "It seems that the two highnesses have had some symptoms since they came back from Nanling last year, and they were not obvious at first, but they have only become serious in the past few months." According to the slaves, first Nanling, then Shudi, rebelled one after another, and the pressure on the saint was quite great. ”

Jiang Muyuan nodded slightly: "I originally planned to go back to my home, but I just thought of the war situation and came back." So I waited under the porch for a while, a quarter of an hour at most, and if my uncle didn't wake up, I would call him, and it would not be a matter of falling asleep like this. ”

Gonggong Han responded, and wanted to ask Jiang Muyuan to sit in the side hall for a while, but he couldn't persuade him, so he let him go.

In the imperial study, the saint's brows were furrowed tightly.

This time, in the dream, it was not the overlap of ice and fire, but the silent and boundless darkness.

He sat in the dark, with a baby in his arms, and the child didn't cry or laugh, but looked at him with his eyes open.

Obviously he was only a baby about a full moon, but his eyes were darker than the surroundings, and the saint could see his figure in his eyes, and further down, the darkness was as deep as a pool of ink.

He knew it was his son, but he couldn't find any joy, admiration, or concern in the baby's eyes, as if he were looking at a stranger.

I saw it thoroughly, and I saw that the flesh and blood were cut off, and only the bones of Bai Sensen were seen.

Not mockery, not contempt, but from the inside out, without the slightest concealment of direct gaze.

Thoroughly and cleanly.

Sheng Shang didn't like this kind of look at all, he even felt frightened, but the child was in his arms, and he couldn't throw it away.

An adult, a baby, just stared at each other intently, until the child's facial features changed, no longer a milk doll, but exactly the same as the current Sun Rui.

The saint finally couldn't help it, he screamed and threw the swaddling clothes out.

Smack-

With a wave of his hand, the saint knocked over the tea cup on the large case, and the sound of the porcelain shattering instantly pulled him back from his nightmare.

His eyes widened as he looked at the familiar furnishings of the imperial study, gasping for air.

He thought that he woke up in time, otherwise, the little Sun Rui would grow up little by little when he fell to the ground, and he might become a stone statue again, repeating "twenty-two years" and "twenty-three years" to him.

I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear a word of it!

When Gonggong Han heard the movement, he hurriedly came in and handed the handkerchief to the saint to wipe his sweat.

With a dark face, the saint raised his sore arm and took a deep breath.

When did these two different dreams come together?

He still remembers how happy Sun Rui was when he was born, he was unwilling to give the child to the nurse at all, and hugged him all afternoon.

Then, he began to dream.

In the dream, the eyes of the infant child made him fall into the ice cellar, and the saint told himself over and over again that it was not Sun Rui in the dream, and his son did not look like that, and he would never look at him like that.

However, as Sun Rui's facial features grew, he became more and more similar to what he was in his dream.

The saint couldn't sleep for a few nights, he covered it up very well, everyone thought he was too happy and excited, he hid it from the queen mother, from Yu Guifei, from the courtiers and close attendants, but he couldn't deceive himself.

Until the little Sun Rui smiled at him, his eyes were full of smiles, and the saint put it down all of a sudden.

It's just a nightmare, his son, always his son.

Sun Rui grew up year by year, the saint had never seen the same look in his eyes as in the nightmare, Sun Rui was highly gifted and very studious, the saint took him with him and tried his best to teach him......

Until one year, that look still appeared.

Sun Rui, who was twelve or thirteen years old, just looked at the saint like this, as if he was looking at a skeleton.

The saint started his nightmare again, but fortunately, he only dreamed a few times, unlike now, he often dreams of ice and fire, and now it is even more powerful, the old dream of the year and the new dream of the present are all strung together!

He rubbed his eyebrows, this is the impact of Jiang Muyuan's mention of Sun Rui's birth situation just now.

Gonggong Han had been observing the expression of the saint, worried that he was immersed in the bad mood brought by the nightmare, so he said, "The little grandfather is here, waiting outside." ”

"A-Yuan?" "Let him in." ”

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