After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

It turned out to be the case.

It turned out to be the case.

Great, she is still by my side.

Great, nightmares are just nightmares.

at the same time.

In the palace, Qin Yuanan woke up to the sound of spring thunder, sweating profusely.

He looked around and slowly clenched his fingers on the silk quilt, feeling the real touch.

He did not die, and he did not betray his brothers and sisters by accident.

The breathing sound gradually slowed down.

He walked to the window, looked at the flash of lightning in the sky, and breathed in the fresh air unique to after the rain.

It turned out to be the case.

However, it doesn't matter anymore.

He is Emperor Yongle, and he will have a prominent place in the history books of later generations.

Zhenguogongfu.

Yan Shouzhuo suddenly sat up, and looked down at his palms in the light brought by the lightning outside the window.

In the dream, the slippery touch of blood is still there.

Is that person really me?

That murderous god who was blinded by bloodlust, ordered the massacre of the city, and only knew how to fight violence with violence, was himself?

The feeling of being attacked back and stabbed by a subordinate with a spear is so real.

The hatred in their eyes was so real.

"Husband?"

Zhu Canyi was awakened by him, and half sat up, hugging the quilt.

"It's thundering. You take a rest. I'll go check the wind."

Yan Yufeng, their first child, was born in the third year of Yongle. He is now just over one year old and is learning to walk.

And in Zhu Canyi's belly, there was a new life growing again.

Helping her lie down again, Yan Shouzhuo walked slowly into the thunderstorm, letting the rain wash over his body.

After a while, he slowly took up his stance and concentrated his energy into his dantian.

The rain slid down his resolute face like gossamer.

The raindrops were smashed by the fist wind and turned into a finer mist, emitting a faint silver light, surrounding him.

After the last punch was thrown with a loud bang, Yan Shouzhuo retracted his fist and turned to walk towards his son's room.

Just a dream.

He now has many relatives whom he wants to protect.

The Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, backyard.

Yan Jinyin slept very uneasily.

Her beautiful eyebrows were tightly furrowed, her long eyelashes trembled like a frightened butterfly, and her right hand unconsciously grasped in the air, then was unable to let go.

impossible!

This is not true!

How could she possibly hold the Empress Dowager hostage?

no no!

"Master, master."

The calls woke her up from her dream. She suddenly opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes wide open and filled with fear.

Chun Xing half-knelt beside the bed and looked at her, and said softly: "Master, did you have a nightmare? I will bring you a cup of warm tea."

"No!"

Yan Jinyin grabbed her hand and said, "Wait."

She was very thirsty, but she didn't want Chun Xing to leave.

"What time is it?" She immediately asked, "What year is it now?"

Is the master confused from sleeping?

"Master, you forgot that today is the fourth year of Yongle. Two days ago, my future son-in-law came to your house to pay his respects."

"But is it Wenxinhou Mansion, Zhao Yuchuan?"

Yan Jinyin held Chun Xing's fingers tightly, so tightly that it hurt her a little.

"Yes, master."

Yan Jinyin finally breathed a sigh of relief, and collapsed on the bed as if all his strength had been drained away: "Go, go get me a cup of tea."

Just a dream.

Her eyes gradually became firm, it was just a dream.

The eldest princess's mansion.

Ever since Qin Yaoguang moved into the palace, there have been only two young masters in the mansion: Yan Shiyan and Yan Jinyang.

As long as Yan Jinyang was in Beijing, they would still live in Zhufeng Courtyard and lead their daily life as usual, just like when they were a lively and bustling family.

A flash of lightning struck, illuminating the flowers and trees swaying in the wind and rain. Rain slid down the eaves, forming curtains of water shining with silver light.

In the dim light, Yan Shiyan slowly opened his eyes, his eyes clear and bright.

He looked calm, so calm that it didn't seem like he had just experienced a horrible dream.

His hands were folded on his abdomen and his legs were straight together. It was the most standard sleeping position.

In the dream, he became a completely different person.

But Yan Shiyan felt that it was him.

It's something he would do.

Finding a way to survive in the pain and using self-harm to stay conscious.

Those people in the dream were afraid of him, but who would have known that every time he saw blood, his chest and abdomen would churn and he would want to vomit.

But he enjoyed the uncomfortable reaction that came from his body's instinctive reaction. Just like self-mutilation, it reminded him that he still existed in this world.

It's addictive and you can't stop.

Go crazy in calmness and sink in madness.

Death was not a fear for him, but a relief.

He lay there for a long time amid the sound of spring thunder, without even moving a finger, until his fingertips began to feel numb as if the blood circulation was blocked.

Yan Shiyan then realized that he seemed to be falling into that abnormal state of self-abuse again.

He sat up and rolled up his sleeves.

The scars on my arms left by childhood have become much lighter. It was the ointment given by my mother that healed them.

"Mother."

This heartwarming word gently passed through his heart. He lit a candle, took out the warm jade flute, and stood in front of the window to play it.

The clear sound of the flute, interwoven with the sounds of thunder, rain and wind, creates a sense of otherworldly relief.

"Master, what song are you playing? It sounds so nice."

After he finished playing a song, Guxing came in with a candle and a cup of warm tea on the tray in his hand.

As the warm tea went down his throat, Yan Shiyan had forgotten the nightmare he had just had.

He put on his outer robe and was about to push the door open when he remembered that Yan Jinyang had not been living in Zhufeng Courtyard these days.

In order to develop a prescription that can relieve hysteria, he has been staying in Qu Liang's yard for several days.

Forget it, let’s talk about it tomorrow.

It can’t be such a coincidence that we are all having the same dream.

Quarter of an hour ago, Yan Jinyang suddenly jumped up from the bed, was stunned for a few seconds, then threw back the quilt, got out of bed and ran out.

Because he ran in such a hurry, he even forgot to wear shoes and was just barefoot.

The young boy ran in the wind and rain, ran to the opposite side and pushed open the door of the wing.

"Master, Master!"

After he called out twice, tears started to flow from Yan Jinyang's eyes.

He hadn't cried for a long time, but he couldn't help it tonight.

"what happened?"

Qu Liang was startled and sat up, seeing the young man's figure clearly in the dim light.

He quickly got out of bed, held Yan Jinyang in his arms, and used his clothes to wipe the rain off his head and face.

"Master..."

Yan Jinyang felt extremely aggrieved. He buried his head in his master's arms and cried loudly.

"How old are you, kid? Are you still afraid of thunder?"

Qu Liang's voice was filled with laughter as he fetched a dry towel to wipe his feet. After a busy period, the two of them finally put on clean clothes.

"If you are afraid of thunder, why don't you sleep here with Master?"

Yan Jinyang did not refute. He curled up his body, hugged Qu Liang's arm, and fell into a deep sleep again.

It's in the past.

Just a dream.

White Elephant Temple, quiet room.

Bian Chen released the seals he had been holding with his hands and raised his lips slightly.

With the help of a spring thunder, the cause and effect will be settled between heaven and earth.

From then on, the way of heaven in this small world was reborn and no longer troubled by the past.

Awakening of Insects.

All things are reborn.