Dawn broke, and the window gradually brightened up.

In the quiet Daihou Mansion, the bed curtain hangs, and inside are two people breathing shallowly, and two foxes, one big and one small, are also huddled together, breathing for a long time and falling asleep.

Suddenly, there was a little movement from inside, and the little fox lying in the corner of the outer room, with its ears moving, was about to get up, but was pressed by the big fox with a paw, and half pressed it, and continued to sleep soundly.

"Chirp!" the little fox crushed almost into a spread meatloaf, and screamed twice in anger.

"Chirp. The big fox slept soundly, and when he heard this annoying cry, he muttered twice, and fell asleep again. Only occasionally there will be nightmares, listening to the big fox whispering twice, the little fox finally softened, let it haunt itself, and sighed helplessly.

In the middle, Su Ziji sat up suddenly, waking up the little fox and Ye Buregret at the same time.

"Xianggong?" Ye Buregret looked at it carefully, and found that his eyes were hollow, and his face was not good, as if he had a nightmare and had not woken up.

Ye Buregret was taken aback: "Why are you so anxious? Hungry, right? I'll let people come in and serve you to wash?"

Su Ziji responded vaguely, Ye Buregret shouted outside, and immediately a maid and servant woman who was keeping vigil came in.

"Bring in a hot towel and hot water, and then let the porridge that has been warm be brought on the stove, and when the master has washed up, I will serve the master to eat." ”

As a daihou, naturally you don't have to be like an ordinary person, you have to wait for the stove to be cooked freshly when you eat, because Su Ziji fell asleep when he came back last night, and he didn't eat, Ye Buregret specially ordered the stove to let them keep the porridge warm, and if the taste is poor, just change the pot, in short, when Su Ziji wakes up, he can immediately eat hot porridge to nourish the stomach.

As for the waste, in fact, it can't be wasted, there are many servants who keep vigil, they have to use supper, and the porridge made for the master of the Hou Mansion is made with good materials, and the rest is rewarded to the slave and maid to eat, and the slave and maid are desperate.

After a while, a maid came in with a basin of water, and the towel was soft on the basin, Ye did not regret it and did not let the maid do it, only let her stand with the basin, she tried the water temperature, it was slightly hot, just right, put the towel in the hot water and soaked it for a while, then wrung it half-dry, and handed it to Su Ziji.

Su Ziji wiped his face with a towel, and buried his face in the towel, as if he was not in a good mood, and he was using this way to relieve his emotions.

Ye didn't regret or urge, but asked people to put the porridge brought in and a few side dishes on the table.

It is said to drink porridge, but this porridge is not the same as drinking porridge, ordinary people drink porridge, it may be one or two ordinary pickles or cakes to match, and at this time on the table outside, there is a bowl of japonica porridge, a few refreshing side dishes carefully made by the chef, and a plate of plum blossom cakes.

The rest of the porridge is warm, and when Ye Buregret wants to eat it, it can naturally be served by someone again.

Su Ziji finally revealed his face from the towel and exhaled softly.

At this time, the maid who was holding the thing of brushing her teeth and rinsing her mouth in the back had already been summoned by him, cleaned her teeth, put on her shoes, and did not let Ye Buregret doing it, she also took off her wrinkled robe that had slept wrinkled, and put on a new robe that was brought in.

"I'm fine. Slowly pacing out, seeing Ye Buregret's worried face, explained: "I had a dream. ”

"Nightmare?"

Ye Buregret relaxed a little and comforted: "Nothing in the dream is allowed, and you don't have to go to your heart." ”

Su Ziji smiled and said, "I hope some of them are true." ”

With that, he sat down at the table.

This kind of porridge, ordinary people in this era are afraid that they will not be able to drink a sip in their lives, but for the nobles with status in the court, as well as the powerful people with the same status outside the palace, drinking japonica porridge is not a rare thing, it is commonplace.

Seeing that Su Ziji was slowly drinking the porridge, and his face had recovered, Ye Buregret asked, "You said that you hope that some of them are true, what is it?"

Su Ziji slowly finished eating a plum blossom cake, and seemed to smile: "I dreamed that you became a chess master." ”

Although Su Ziji's eyes were inexplicably hot, Ye Buregret was very happy and coquettish when he said this: "Even if this is the case, how can you be scared?"

"It's all about you in the dream, so you won't be scared, but it's a pity that ......" It's a pity that this dream is too rich in content.

Su Ziji shook his head, and saw that Ye Buregret yawned a little: "Didn't you sleep well? It's not dawn yet, and there's nothing in the house, you go back and continue to sleep." ”

"I'm just in a nightmare, I can't sleep, there's nothing wrong. Seeing that Ye did not regret his refusal, he said again.

Ye Buregret was still a little uneasy, but seeing that Su Ziji insisted, he still obediently obeyed.

Su Ziji continued to drink the bowl of porridge alone, and ate all the plum blossom cakes, and then rinsed his mouth with fragrant tea and went to the study.

Every time he moves, the layout of the study is Su Ziji's most important place.

It also adheres to Su Ziji's consistent style, and when you push the door in, you can feel the large number of books and the fragrance of books.

On the wide desk, there were the four treasures of the study, as well as the best rice paper, Su Ziji walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat there pondering.

He was reminiscing about the dream he had just had.

"The way of sincerity can be foreseen. ”

said to Ye Buregret that he was stunned for a while, in fact, it was just to let Ye Buregret not worry, Su Ziji is dreaming now, and he can no longer ignore the content of the dream.

Even the inspiration that suddenly appeared on weekdays was valued by Su Ziji, and last night's dream, although messy, was very clear, and in the end, it changed the whole pattern now, which really made him unable to let go.

After his mind settled down a little, Su Ziji poured some water on the inkstone, and slowly grinded it with an ink ingot.

The ink became thicker, spread out the rice paper on several cases, picked up the soft hair, licked the ink, and wrote the words "chess saint" on the rice paper.

"I said to me that I dreamed that she would become a chess saint, this was not to coax her, in my dream, she won the chess match next year, won the opponent, and won the championship. ”

This scene is too real, to say that this is fake, it makes people not believe it, but it is true, it is still far from the game, if you want to know whether it is true or false, you need to be patient and wait for the result. ”

He also put up his pen after the word "chess saint" and wrote the words "enter the road with chess".

"Being able to enter the Tao with chess is very important for not regretting, and from then on you can get out of the mortal womb of the flesh. I don't regret being my wife, and my childhood sweetheart, and I'm suffering together, I continue to practice the Panlong Mind Method, and I don't regret staying where I am, it's a pity, and now it's just right. ”

At the beginning, he entered the Dragon Palace with no regrets and went back in time because of the chess game, where he obtained the Panlong Heart Method, and began to practice from then on, and he did not regret that he got some chess gifts because of the falling pieces.

Since then, it seems that the path for the two men to take in the future has been laid.

"It's just that the spiritual aperture is opened and the enlightenment is established, but there is something wrong with the emperor's eyes. ”

It's not about lust, maybe it's silky, but it's not much, it's more like seeing a precious treasure, or the edible kind.

"Seven tricks of exquisite heart?"