Throughout the year, no matter the crisp sound of summer cicadas or the full of winter snow, the Phantom Flower Palace is always empty and lifeless, like a hollow and huge tomb.

The birds that occasionally flew through the backyard of the Phantom Flower Palace only stopped for a moment and left in a hurry.

It's like a world abandoned by time.

However, no matter how many years passed, Hua Nai just sat quietly by the pool and meditated, like a dry Zen statue without a soul.

The branches of the flower trees bloomed bustlingly, a few fallen flowers swirled and fell, floating on the pool, and a few koi fish rushed over to chase the petals, fluttering a few ripples.

This small world is so alive that Hana refuses to look at it.

Suddenly, a small head creeped out of the back wall not far behind her.

It turned out to be a weaving dream.

Weaving Dream cautiously stared at the master's back, and seeing that Hana didn't notice him, he crept down from the big locust tree, and was about to run to the Phantom Flower Palace as soon as he slipped through the smoke.

"Stop. ”

Weaving Dream quickly stopped.

Hua Nai opened her eyes and glanced at her casually, Weaving Dream's hair was messy with a few weeds, her little face was stained with a little mud star, and even her dress was dirty, and she couldn't help frowning.

"Where?"

When he saw that he was discovered, he lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

It turns out that the master doesn't have to open his eyes to know that she's back.

"If you don't speak, I don't know?"

Weaving Dream twisted the corners of his clothes with his fingers and stammered back, "I...... I played with the two dogs in the village and they were muddy......"

Hana couldn't help but get angry and closed her eyes again, not wanting to look at her.

“...... Why do you play with those stupid children every day and waste your business, do you remember that you are the future palace master of the Phantom Flower Palace......"

"But...... This Phantom Flower Palace is just the two of us, and the slave mother only comes once a day, and there are not many of them when they become the palace master, and the second dog still has a dog, and the momentum is lost. ”

“......”

Hana didn't know what to say, so she had to be silent.

Weaving Dream stood in place and scratched his head, not knowing which sentence made the master unhappy, his bright eyes turned quickly, as if he thought of something, and cautiously leaned over.

Sensing the slight sound of footsteps, Hana was still meditating with her eyes closed, not interested in what small movements she had made.

I saw Weaving Dream leaning over and shouting softly into Hua Nai's ear, "Ah Niang......"

Hana opened her eyes suddenly, her face stunned.

She looked at Weaving Dreams, was silent for a while, and asked in a strange tone, "What do you call me?"

"Auntie......"

“...... Who is your aunt, I am your master. ”

"The two dogs all have a mother, I only have a master, and they all say that the master must be my mother. Weaving Dream blinked, very proud of his reasoning, and said with a smile: "Of course, I also think so, the master is so good-looking, better than those aunts in the village at the foot of the mountain, and he is so good to me, it must be my aunt who will not be wrong." ”

“......”

Hana didn't know why, looking at Weaving Dream's sincere and happy eyes, she couldn't refute it.

Her mind was a little uneven, like a withered tree staggering into the snow, smashing into an ugly hole.

After a while, she calmed down and said lightly: "Your father and mother froze to death on the very cold winter night when she gave birth to you, you were thrown in the pyre, the wind and snow were too big, and you were so cold that your whole body was blue and you only had one breath left...... I saw that you were pitiful, so I took you in. ”

In this way, she said it to Weaving Dreams countless times.

It's a lie, but it's also true.

Weaving Dream didn't look sad when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Ergou, they said, A-Niang is the best person for them, and Master is the best for me, so Master is my A-Niang." ”

At that time, Weaving Dream was only seven years old, and there was only a naïve and romantic look in his eyebrows, and he didn't know the slightest taste of human sorrow.

She thought so as a matter of course, and said it as a matter of course.

Hua Nai suddenly remembered the last words her master, the palace master of the previous generation of Phantom Flower Palace, when he died.

"Hana...... There are already too many grievances in this life...... It's time to let yourself go......"

These were the words left by the master on his deathbed, and they went over and over again in her mind.

Grievances and hatreds are not shallow, how can she not understand this truth.

But it's easier said than done.

If you really can let go of everything, there will not be so many bloody killings in this world.

What is wrong with those innocent relatives who died, the unborn child in her womb?

With such injustice in the world, how can she let her enemies get away with it without having to pay any price!

This made her more painful and uneasy than a thousand knives and thousands of corpses.

However, Hua Nai looked at the innocent Dream Weaving and couldn't help but ask herself, what does these grievances and troubles have to do with her? In the final analysis, it is the person who is wrong, and the Dream Weaver is just an innocent child who is implicated......

"Get out of here and wash it, it's dirty. Hana closed her eyes again.

Seeing that the master no longer blamed her, Weaving Dream ran into the palace with joy, like a small petal blown by the wind.

Hana opened her eyes again and looked at her back, but her brows furrowed.

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The next day, she was caught climbing a tree by her master and was punished for three hours.

She was half-squatting with her palms propped up, only to feel that her legs and feet were weak, and her back was itchy, as if there were ants crawling on her back, which made her a little unbearable.

It's just that she still didn't dare to disobey her master's will, she gritted her teeth and held on.

There was also a palm-sized bamboo basket hanging from his waist, and a few crickets were heard from time to time.

She made an appointment with Ergou to compete with crickets today, but she lay in the grass yesterday and caught it for a long time before she selected a big and majestic cricket, ready to take her cricket general to fight Ergou down.

She even figured out how to punish the second dog after winning the game.

However, there is no way out at the moment.

"Noise. ”

Hana reached out and took off the bamboo basket from her waist, and with a wave of her hand, she drew a high arc, and Weaving Dream could only watch as her cricket general was thrown out of the wall.

She pursed her lips and didn't dare to squeak.

"Not happy?"

"Nope. ”

The cricket that was thrown out was kept in a cage, and it kept screaming, screaming, and screaming, because it was not free and restless.

She had been walking for an afternoon, and the cricket had been calling for an afternoon.

It's just that after Hana walked to the wall and raised her hand to pat the wall casually, the cricket stopped screaming.

I don't know if I was scared or died.

Left and right, the sun was about to set, and her punishment was finally coming to an end.

Weaving dreams are staggering, and some are drowsy.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound outside the wall, calling her a spirit, and Weaving Dream pricked up her ears to listen.

"Ah Hua ......"

"Ah Hua!"

As the cry became clearer and clearer, a round head emerged from the wall, and when it saw the weaving dream in the courtyard, it beckoned happily.

Weaving Dream was first surprised, and then suddenly remembered that the master was beside him, and was immediately frightened half to death.

She hurriedly beckoned to Ergou, "Hurry up, go quickly, don't come in!"

"Hey, I said how can you let me go of the pigeon? We have made an appointment to win or lose today, and when you wait for a long time, you shouldn't be afraid, right? If you don't come, I have to come to you......" Ergou muttered, and struggled to turn over and ride on the wall, and when he heard Weaving Dream's words, he looked at him puzzled, "Ah?"

Then he met a pair of eyes.

Empty, cold, without a hint of emotion.

Approximately, apart from dying of old age, this is the closest he has come to death in his life.

He didn't see a man sitting quietly under the tree by the pool when he was lying on the wall.

The woman was very beautiful, more beautiful than the newlywed brides in the village, but her eyes were desperate, and she didn't look like a living person.

At this moment, the woman stood under the tree and looked at him.

He subconsciously felt fear, and as soon as he was afraid, he fell off the wall and fainted.

With a thud, he fell heavily into the yard.

Weaving Dream's face turned a little pale, and he secretly glanced at the master.

"Weaving dreams. ”

"In ...... In, master. ”

"I told you, no outsiders are allowed to set foot in the Phantom Flower Palace! If an outsider dares to come in with a hand, I will cut off his hand, and if a leg comes in, I will cut off his leg. ”

Some vicious words came out of Hana's mouth, and Weaving Dream's face became more and more pale, as if she thought of something, she couldn't help but be afraid, and stammered back: "Say it...... Said. ”

"So what now?"

Ergou's whole body came in, didn't he want to cut him down?

Weaving Dream shuddered with fright.