Chapter Twenty-Seven: Dreams

The fire grew bigger and bigger, and all the ships were surrounded by raging fire, and black smoke was rising from the white sails, and there was a constant "creaking" sound. Eventually, the mast could no longer withstand the scorching flames and collapsed, smashing into the rough river.

In that frighteningly red light, Cheng Muyou saw that all the salt ships were twisted and deformed, and huge cracks were burned on the hull, like hideous mouths. As far as the eye could see, there seemed to be thousands of dancing ghosts inside, charred black, layer upon layer, and they stretched out their burned arms at him, and their mouths let out a seeping cry, which shook his eardrums "suddenly".

Cheng Muyou closed his eyes, he knew that he was dreaming, but this dream was too real and heavy, and he couldn't breathe, so he tried to break free from it. But as soon as his eyes were closed, a familiar voice came from his ears, "My lord, my lord." ”

This voice made him open his eyes again without hesitation, and he saw a pale cyan figure in the billowing black smoke, she looked at him, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were worried, and she said, "My lord, look, there is a fire again......

Cheng Muyou hurriedly raised an arm, "Miss Yan, this is just my dream, the salt boat is fine, don't worry." After saying this, he himself was taken aback: yes, this was his dream, but how could she appear in his dream?

However, before he could think about it, Yan Niang's figure suddenly disappeared, and the burned salt ships were gone. In the raging fire, there was only a huge shadow constantly spiraling upward, it was very long, even though the upper half of the body had been buried in the black smoke, the lower part was still coiling on the surface of the river for as many as four or five times.

Cheng Muyou stared intently at this behemoth that flickered in the black smoke, and the blood in his whole body seemed to have condensed into frost, soaking his limbs and hundreds of bones into cold.

Suddenly, there was a long and mournful roar from the smoke, and the black shadow immediately fell from the sky and smashed to the ground with a dull loud thud.

At the same moment, Cheng Muyou felt that he could finally move, as if he was stepping on cotton, he walked towards the shadow hovering on the ground.

The black smoke in front of him was dissipating little by little, and he gradually saw the appearance of the thing a little: there was a beard next to the mouth, a pearl under the chin, a reverse scale under the throat, and a Boshan on the head...... Only now, like those who died in the fire, it was charred black and its scales hissing with green smoke.

He gasped and leaned down slowly, a hand slowly reaching for it.

His hand reached into the black smoke, but he threw himself into the air, and when he looked over again, he found that the black shadow was gone, and in front of him, there was only a red lotus left, standing in a pavilion, and the tender stamen was condensed.

"My lord, my lord, wake up."

Jiang Xixi's voice seemed to be far away in the sky, and he worked hard for a while before he opened his eyelids and looked to the side blankly: it turned out that he was still in his bedroom, and it turned out that everything just now was really just a dream.

"My lord, you are so stunned that I can't wake you up after screaming outside the door for a long time." Jiang Xixi exhaled, but when she saw Cheng Muyou's miserable white face, she became worried again, "My lord, are you uncomfortable?" Why is your face so bad? ”

Cheng Muyou sat up slowly, waved at her and said, "I'm fine, I just had a nightmare." After speaking, he wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, only to find that there was only a little blue and white sky outside the door, obviously just past midnight, so he looked at Jiang Xixi again, "Is there an accident?" Call me so early? ”

Jiang Xixi sighed, "My lord was busy for half the night last night, and I didn't want to wake you up so early, but," she looked outside in embarrassment, and then said, "Before dawn, someone came to the house, and the woman said that she was the lady of the shopkeeper of the Wang Silk Shop on South Street, because she was almost killed by the shopkeeper Wang last night, so she had to come to the official mansion to hide." I didn't think that she had just arrived, and the king's shopkeeper arrived later, still holding a blood-stained wooden ruler in his hand, saying that he had to kill this slut, and after we stopped her with great effort, the two in-laws sat in the public court and did not leave, and we did not dare to persuade people to leave, for fear of death. ”

"Who would have thought that before an hour later, Cao Langzhong from the medical hall also came, and he was followed by a large number of people from Wuyang and Wuyang. Cao Langzhong said that many women have been treated recently, but they all suddenly have big bellies, and they will be in labor within a few days. He himself read the notice we put out, and knew that this matter was extraordinary, so he didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly took these patients and relatives to Xin'an Mansion. ”

Hearing her say this, Cheng Muyou woke up, and while getting out of bed and putting on his boots, he asked anxiously, "Does the lady of the Wang family also have a belly, her husband felt strange, thinking that she was pregnant with someone else's child behind his back, so she fisted and kicked her." ”

Jiang Xixi nodded, "That's right, I think these things should have been done by that ghost bird, so I didn't dare to delay and asked the adults to decide." ”

Cheng Muyou had already put on his boots, walked to the copper basin and wiped his face casually, and then said to Jiang Xixi, "You go to Jihong Embroidery Village to invite Miss Yan over, and after inviting someone, post a notice and write that anyone who has an inexplicable belly in the near future, whether they are married or not, will come to Xin'an Mansion as soon as possible." ”

***

After about two hours, the door of the west wing was finally opened with a "creak". Yan Niang stood in the middle of the two doors, covered her mouth with the back of her hand and yawned gently, glanced back at the crowd gathered in front of the door, and said lightly, "It's done, the ghost birds in their bellies have been sealed by me, and they won't grow up again for a while." ”

The people breathed a sigh of relief, and after thanking her for their kindness, they pushed me and I pushed you into the door.

Yan Niang didn't mean to leave, she stood behind the threshold, and when a man passed by, she grabbed his shoulder with one hand, glanced at him coldly, and asked, "You are the king shopkeeper of the silk shop, right?" ”

The man was taken aback, and then sneered, "It's the villain, thank you girl for saving my lady today, otherwise ......"

"Otherwise, she'll be beaten to death by you, right?"

She said this very lightly, but a chill suddenly rushed on the backbone of the king's shopkeeper, and he said, "I left home for half a month, and when I came back, I saw that she had a big belly, and I can't complain about this kind of thing, and no man in the world can bear this breath." ”

Yan Niang sneered and tilted her head towards the house, "The people in this room are not much different from the situation in your family, some are daughters who have not left the cabinet, and some are widows who have no husbands, why don't you see them being beaten half to death by their families, and they will become a breath that men in the world can't bear when they are born to you?" ”()

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