Jinling, inside the palace.

Wu Hou was lying quietly on the couch.

Several bright-eyed girls in colorful clothes were squirming his shoulders softly.

Pinching, pinching, Wu Hou gradually became tired.

After all, people are old and frail, and these days, there are many troubles and backlogs.

At this moment, fatigue was rising, and he also wanted to rest.

With a wave of his hand, he muffled:

"Wait and retreat first, Lone will fall asleep, no need to bother."

"Yes."

Several young girls obeyed and carefully withdrew.

Before leaving, he also folded the quilt for Wu Hou and gently brought it to the door.

Half-asleep and half-awake, Wu Hou vaguely came to a place shrouded in gray mist.

There were only gloomy gray clouds in the sky, and there were no stars or moons in sight.

The road under your feet is dark and dreary.

In all directions, there was a dead silence, as if leading to a bottomless abyss.

He seemed to have returned to his youth, and with the convoy, he rode down to Yangzhou to take up his post.

Oh······ yes, come to think of it, this is when I was younger.

Wu Hou suddenly realized that this was a dream.

In the next moment, the fog in front of him dissipated, and what appeared in front of him was a piece of collapsed palaces, burned ancestral halls, and ruins everywhere.

The cornices and arches were all burned to the air.

"W-where is this?"

Somewhat confused, he wandered among the ruins of the city.

The surrounding fog gradually enveloped the convoy behind him.

He was the only one who dismounted and went on alone.

The surrounding city was inexplicably familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Jinling?

No, it's not.

Lujiang?

No, it's not.

There are some shadows, but there are not all images.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity grew, especially as he approached the ruins of the palace.

The layout of the buildings that have been destroyed in the midst of the war can still be roughly seen as an outline.

"This seems to be a lonely dormitory······"

Wu Hou finally remembered where the familiarity came from.

At the same time, it also confirmed the fact that he was in a dream at the moment.

He continued to go inward.

Stepping on the white jade staircase that had been scorched by the flames, he walked into the dormitory step by step.

"If there is an end to this dream, then there should be an answer here."

He walked into it step by step, and then in the temple where he frequented resting, he saw a burning curtain.

Then a man in a python robe fell to the ground with his back on his back, and the blood on the ground pooled into a pool.

It seems to have been dead for a long time, and the blood has coagulated, taking on a purple-black color.

His heart jumped violently a few times, and a huge sense of impact rushed straight to the heavenly spirit!

Wu Hou immediately froze there in shock, his mind blank.

You can't be wrong, that's him.

He's dead.

How did he die?

What happened?

No, that's not true.

"How could Lone, how could he die here!"

"I don't believe it!"

He roared.

Woke up from the bed and sat up sharply.

When he came back to his senses, cold sweat was dripping on his back, and his forehead and neck were already soaked with sweat.

"Hah····· Ha ······"

Wheezing, Wu Hou finally relieved.

Immediately realizing the horrible dream, his face was difficult to see.

"Someone's coming!"

As he shouted, two clever little eunuchs suddenly came in outside.

"Master Hou?"

"Go and summon Master Qingyun for Gu, just say that I am restless in my heart, and ask him to interpret my dreams."

The two little eunuchs retreated obediently, silently in action.

Although money and food have been placed in the palace at this time, it is still difficult for these masters who are born in the internal guard.

The internal guards are all composed of eunuchs, who are responsible for guarding the inside and outside, delivering news, and dealing with special situations.

Soon, Master Qingyun, a beautiful young man with long hair fluttering and a dusty demeanor, came by the moonlight.

"Look."

There was a little eunuch who moved him to the soft collapse.

"Thank you, Master Hou."

The young man named Master Qingyun sat down calmly.

"Did the master have a supper?"

Wu Hou sent someone to arrange refreshments and fruits, entertained the guests, and asked casually.

"But this has not been, and I am taking care of my mother below."

"Master Qingyun" explained:

"My father was convicted in Shu and died in prison not long ago, and my mother mourned, often crying on moonlit nights and not sleeping."

"My sister and I are persuading her because she hasn't slept yet."

In Wu Hou's cloudy eyes, a glimmer of light flashed:

"Oh, Lone remembers that the master was from the Jia family? Is it after the second prince of Rongning? ”

"Yes, but the Jia family has fallen, and they are all descendants, so it is a shame."

"Now I am cultivating at home, and I make a living by interpreting dreams with others and calculating my future fortune, which is just a livelihood."

The young man is neither humble nor arrogant, and he is also very calm when he mentions the Jia family, as if he is mentioning an irrelevant stranger's house.

Wu Hou nodded secretly in his heart.

As Wu Hou, he naturally wouldn't casually meet a Qi Refiner of unknown origin.

The heel of this Qingyun master was clearly investigated by the Black Ice Platform early in the morning.

Born in the Jia family, Jia Huan, the second concubine of Rongguo Mansion, cultivated Taoism, took his mother and sister on the night of the house, and the three escaped in the starry night.

once took refuge in the Zhen family, but unfortunately the latter was snobbish, and seeing the defeat of the Jia family, he only sent things away with ordinary people.

However, Zhen Baoyu once gave Cheng Yi 180 taels and a mansion under the pretext of interpreting dreams, which was regarded as a kindness for a while.

This kindness is obviously useful, and Jia Huan interpreted the dream for him on the spot, vaguely hinting at the disaster.

Although Zhen Baoyu failed to take it to heart at that time, it was later fulfilled, which shows that this person does have some Taoism.

Because of this, he was able to enter his sight.

At that moment, when he thought of this verse, he took the dream he had just had and asked:

"It's a dream to be alone········ I suddenly woke up from my dream······· Seeing Lone falling in a pool of blood, the palace and pavilion were in ruins······"

The young man's face changed several times, and in the end he was already very frightened, and he almost left the table.

Wu Hou was excited, grabbed his robe tightly, approached, and asked in a low voice:

"Lone wants to listen to the truth!"

Jia Huan shook his head, pointed at his tongue, and didn't dare to confide half a word.

Wu Hou had also heard of this strange habit in the past, and when he knew that he was interpreting dreams for nobles, once it involved important heavenly opportunities, he was often speechless.

I don't want to, but I ran into it again today.

At that moment he frowned and said:

"Gu Jinkou Yuyan, forgive you for your innocence, this time the leakage of the heavenly secret, Gu took the responsibility for you!"

Jia Huan still looked embarrassed, hesitated for a long time, and slowly shook his head.

"Won't you?"

Wu Hou's heart sank.

He believed that this young man would not dare to lie easily.

In fact, he also has a shadow in his heart.

In dreams, it is very real, and most of them are not good.

It's just that he was unwilling in the end, gritted his teeth and asked again:

"Since you can't disclose it? Can you knock on the side? It's good to give a hint somewhat! ”

Jia Huan finally nodded slowly, retreated left and right, and whispered in his ear:

"Master Hou can secretly send someone to investigate the ancestral hall and the place of the ancestral tomb······· No matter how much you have, you really don't dare to say it, and if you say more, you will be damned! ”

Exploring ancestral halls and ancestral tombs?

Could it be that something happened in these two places?

Wu Hou was a little confused, but he still complied.

also attached his ear to the ear, and ordered a personal eunuch to do this.

At this time, the banquet also arrived, and Wu Hou took advantage of the situation to stay for dinner.

Jia Huan hurriedly used a few pieces of pastry, looking restless.

Half an hour later, two pieces of news arrived one after another, and Wu Hou's heart was shocked.

"What? Ancestral ancestral tablets cracked? The ancestral tomb was washed away by heavy rain? Zombie Wilderness? ”