Zhezhe had a dream, a dream that made her shake after waking up, so that when she woke up, she was still lying under the quilt, staring at a pair of eyes, motionless.

Just now, she had a very strange dream.

In the dream, she was talking to a teenager behind an archway, and then, the boy's eyes suddenly turned red, and he grabbed her neck so that he couldn't breathe.

Zhezhe was scared to wake up, her body shook non-stop, as if, this incident really happened just now, her own hand, choked her neck, if she hadn't woken up when she was out of breath, it is estimated that she would become the first person in history to strangle herself to death.

It's okay, it's okay, it's just a dream.

But the key is that this dream is too real, so real that she remembers the appearance of the young man clearly.

The eyebrows and eyes are as soft as jade, Si Swenwen, a polite young man, he was talking well one second, but the next second, he went crazy directly, and his eyes seemed to be oozing blood.

It's too scary, it's like a horror movie in a TV series, people's faces change when they say they change, and when they say they pinch people, they pinch people, just like being evil.

Zhezhe lay down for a while before he got up and got out of bed, and under the service of the two maids, he changed his clothes, and stared at his neck in front of the mirror for a long time, but fortunately he didn't pinch himself out of the injury.

After a moment in the room, in order not to let himself think about that terrible dream again, Zhezhe went to the study again and continued the adventure that he had not finished in the morning.

I've finished reading all the books, and I haven't read the calligraphy and paintings!

Zhezhe was afraid that he would be sleepy when he read the words, so he went to paint upside down first.

A picture scroll, there are many flowers and trees, landscapes, birds and beasts, and the philosophers who look at it feel bored, so they find a few portrait paintings at the bottom.

The first one is a painting of two little girls, two people sitting facing each other, one is embroidering, one is reading, Zhezhe looked at it for a long time, only to realize that the two people on this painting are the appearance of Gongbo Xin Xin and Gongbo Zhezhe when they were children.

I don't know when it was drawn, but Zhezhe looked at it again and again for a while, and the paper was yellowed, and there were words in the lower left corner, which were also a little blurry.

Zhezhe took it to the sun, blew the ash, and watched it for a long time, but he still didn't recognize it, and he was distressed.

"Miss, how did you get this painting out?" Ah Wan was embroidering outside, and Ah Ru, who was with her, mended her clothes opposite her.

"When was this painting?" Zhezhe was very curious, it didn't look like it was painted by Gongbo Zhezhe himself, but it looked like someone else secretly painted it according to her and Xinxin's appearance.

"This is painted by the young master cousin," Ah Ru said it casually after seeing it, and Ah Wan, who didn't have time to stop her, immediately put down the work in her hand and went to Zhezhe.

"Miss, this painting has been some time now, you give it to me, I'll put it away for you," Ah Wan reached out to take it, but Zhezhe didn't give it to her, but came to Ah Ru.

"Is it Cousin Wei Zhen?" Zhezhe asked.

"Yes," Ah Ru nodded, his expression a little unnatural, "At that time, Young Master Biao was only seven years old, and he had just learned to paint. ”

"That's it," it turned out to be painted by Wang Weizhen, no wonder, I thought it was Gongbo Zhezhe himself who rebelled against the sky, and at the age of five or six he was able to paint others and himself.

"Why is this painting here for me?" Did you give it to me?

"Back then, this painting, the young lady and the eldest lady rushed to ask for it, and in the end it was originally given to the eldest lady, and I don't know what happened, but it actually came to our house?" Aru remembers very well that this painting is finally in Gongbo Xinxin's place!

When the young lady took it out just now, she still felt strange, why did she get to their house?

"Really?" Forget it, anyway, I don't remember Gongbo Zhezhe's memory, Zhezhe didn't ask any more, rolled up the painting again, handed it to Awan, and asked her to keep it.

Just now, she brought out the remaining paintings, all of which looked like some years, not to mention the color of the paper on them, and they were covered with a layer of ash.

Seeing that she was going to rub the ashes with her sleeves there again, Ah Ru also came over to help, took a rag, helped her wipe off the ashes, and then carefully helped her unfold it.

The first few paintings after this are all paintings of other people I don't know, Zhezhe is on the side, one by one, I have seen it, this time, the words on it, she recognizes, is Gongbo Zhezhe's own name.

"Who's the person in this painting?" Zhezhe pointed to the little boy who had been appearing, and it seemed that he had been painted every two years, which was completely a record of other people's growth!

Could this be Gongbo Zhezhe's sweetheart? Childhood?

"This is-" This time, Ah Ru was smart and didn't speak, and if she knew that these paintings were these, she persuaded her not to let the young lady see them.

"Why don't you speak?" Seeing Ah Ru's unnatural face, Zhezhe knew that she was jealous of Ah Wan, so she had to order Ah Wan, "Come on, who is this, dare to deceive, I will beat you!" ”

"Miss," Ah Wan insisted for a long time, and finally compromised in Zhezhe's threatening eyes, "This is my cousin." ”

"Wang Weizhen?" Zhezhe is a little unsure, isn't he? Doesn't it mean that Xin Xin is the one who is in love with Wei Zhen? Why, do you also have a secret promise to him?

Not really, right?

If this is true, it will be bloody!

Going around and around, how did you come around and come back again?

Looking at this sub-painting, Gongbo Zhezhe couldn't help but want to believe it, so much, painting other people's paintings, if you don't like it, wouldn't it be too much?

"It's Young Master Wei Zhen," Ah Ru nodded, pointing to the person in the painting who was growing up, "Because Young Master Wei Zhen gave that painting to the eldest lady, young lady, you have to paint a picture of Young Master Wei Zhen every year." ”

"Huh?" What a strange reason for this.

"It's just that the young lady can't be angry," Aru explained, at that time, Gongbo Zhezhe and Gongbo Xinxin were still young, and the two children wanted to grab everything directly, so there would be no such thing as being polite.

That painting is not too good, but when the two little girls saw their appearance, they felt strange, so they wanted it all, and the more they scrambled, the more they couldn't get it, the more they wanted it.

In the end, it was up to Wei Zhen to choose who he wanted to give the painting to, and as a result, as you can imagine, he gave the painting to Xin Xin.

Gongbo Zhezhe was two years younger than Xin Xin, at that time, it was the time when the domineering heart was strong, because Wei Zhen didn't give him the painting, he cried for many days, even if in the end, Wei Zhen sent a new painting, he didn't coax it.

Gongbo Shengde came to coax her, so he casually said that she should also learn to paint, and her painting should be better than Wei Zhen, and then paint a portrait of Wei Zhen every year and show it to him, but even if she didn't give it to him, she was so angry with him.

Gong Bo Zhezhe listened to this, and wrote it down, and sure enough, he was pestered to learn to paint, and Gong Bo Shengde had no choice but to be troubled by her, so he invited the master to teach.

Unexpectedly, her talent is very good, and she can learn it as soon as she learns, but she can draw a complete person and scene in half a year.

These portraits of Zi Weizhen were all painted by Gong Bo Zhezhe himself.

"Miss, you are also a little family temper, remember it for so long, although this painting was not shown to the young master of the table, but you paint it every year!" Ah Ru covered her mouth and smiled, and Ah Wan, who was originally serious on the side, was also amused.

Zhezhe saw the two of them laughing, and laughed himself, it turned out that this is such a reason!

Gongbo Zhezhe, what a grudge-holding little girl! I hid it for so long, and I didn't put it down.

"By the way, who is the person next to him?" Zhezhe saw that in two paintings, there was another person who entered the country, looking at his clothes, and he was also a rich man.

"It's Ye Shizi," Awan replied.

"Ye Qiongwen?" It's not like ah, Zhezhe looked at the appearance of growing up behind him, and shook his head, isn't it?

"It's Ye Qiongsheng, Ye Shizi!" Ah Wan explained that this Ye Qiongsheng is the second son of the current emperor, Ye Boyuan's eldest son, and is about the same age as Ye Qiongwen and Wang Weizhen.

"That's right," Zhezhe looked at the two people in the painting, "are the two of them close?" ”

"It's not close, my cousin is his companion, and the two of them are always in the same place, but they don't deal with each other much," Aru explained, back then, the two of them also fought.

"However, now that the prince of Boyuan is married and has gone to his own fiefdom," Awan explained, and after going to school, this prince of Boyuan no longer has contact with Wang Weizhen.

"There seems to be another person behind them?" Zhezhe has seen it several times, it should be said that behind Wang Weizhen, there is also a person, from the blurred figure at the beginning, to the clear appearance at the end, is it a maid's dress?

"This is the maid of the Imperial History Mansion, called Ah Xiang, she used to take care of her cousin's diet and daily life," Ah Ru remembered this person, "The pastries she makes are delicious, not only Young Master Wei Zhen, but also Miss Wei Jin loves to eat them!" ”

"That's right," it's just a maid, Zhezhe nodded, and looked at the painting for a while.

"Huh?" Zhezhe was puzzled, why is the appearance of this cousin Wei Zhen, the more he looks at it, the more familiar he becomes?

The eyebrows and eyes are soft as jade, Sven Wen, and the appearance of a polite young man.

It's-

Zhezhe took a few steps back, wasn't this the person who was pinching his neck in her dream just now?

Oh my God! Is this a collision?

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Aru hurriedly held her and asked with concern.

"It's nothing," Zhezhe swallowed, "It's just that after squatting for a long time, he suddenly got up, and his eyes were a little black!" ”

"Then I'll go and pour a cup of tea for Miss," Aru heard her say, and immediately went to the house to pour tea.

"Aru," Zhezhe's hand was cold, and instead of picking up the tea handed by Aru, he held her hand, "Is this person really Cousin Wei Zhen?" ”

"What's wrong?" Aru nodded.

"Aru, you put the painting away," Seeing that Zhezhe's expression was wrong, Awan immediately gave Aru a look.

"Don't accept it, you wait," Zhezhe cried out to Aru as he covered his pounding heart.

"I'm just a little confused in my head, my cousin has been gone for a while, I don't remember what he looks like, I'm just in a trance!"

"Miss, do you want it? Do you need me to go to Madame and ask a doctor to come and see you? Ah Wan was a little worried about her.

"It's okay," Zhezhe stroked his heart, and shook his head calmly, the picture in the dream appeared in front of him again, Zhezhe was a little frightened, but these were just a few paintings, and she was not so frightened.

"Haven't we ever been to my cousin's funeral?" Zhezhe asked.

The two maids nodded silently.

"This time, I heard that his body was dug up again, but he was buried again?"

"It's been a few days," Ah Ru saw that Ah Wan didn't answer, and Zhezhe stared at her again, so he nodded and spoke.

"Go buy some paper money and incense, hang up this painting, and I'll burn some for my cousin later," Zhezhe commanded.

The two maids were stunned for a while before they understood what she meant, nodded immediately, and went to do it, leaving Zhezhe alone in the courtyard, looking at the paintings spread out on the ground.

Every time I have such a dream, nothing good happens.

This time, maybe there will be some moths again.

No, when I go to take refuge tomorrow, I have to bring these paintings over, put them on the temple, and give him a transcendence, don't let my cousin's soul come to her.

Now, Gong Bo Zhezhe's soul, she hasn't figured it out yet, and if there is another Wang Weizhen, she will be even more unbearable.

Thinking of the last time I saw the master, I sighed there, saying that I don't believe in ghosts and gods, this will go tomorrow, and I ask for this and that, I don't know, the master will say that she is capricious.

Forget it, no matter, anyway, when you encounter something that doesn't make sense, there are ghosts, that's all.