In a daze, Wen Jue had a dream. He dreamed that he was in a ruined place, and the dazzling sun in the sky almost scorched him. The blood gurgling from the bottom meandered and spread to the distance, converging into a pool of bright red blood.
Here, obviously, a tragic battle has just been experienced.
Wen Jue saw a small child sitting in the pool of blood, some distance away, the child's face was stained with blood again, Wen Jue in the dream couldn't see the child's appearance clearly, but subconsciously wanted to walk over to the child The child was picked up, but when there were more than ten meters left, the child suddenly burst into tears.
When Wen Jue heard the familiar crying sound, his heart skipped a beat. When he looked over again, he saw the child's face clearly.
The child lying in a pool of blood turned out to be his son!
"Xiao Xia!" Wen Jue's heart skipped a beat, and he almost flew towards the crying child.
However, when his hand touched the child's body, the child suddenly disappeared into a cloud of smoke.
At that moment, the fear in Wen Jue's heart was beyond words. While calling the child's name, he scratched in the air with both hands, but after scratching for a long time, he didn't catch anything.
The sky, which was still scorching hot just now, suddenly became dark and dark, as if a mountain rain was about to come.
The gust of wind blew across Wen Jue's body, bringing a bone-piercing chill. Wen Jue felt that the temperature in his whole body was swept away, as if he would condense into an ice sculpture in the next second.
But here, a little temperature came from his fingertips, Wen Jue subconsciously looked down, and suddenly found a circle of warm golden light shining on his index finger.
"Ba...ba, Dad, Dad... Dad..."
Immediately afterwards, Wen Jue heard a few soft, inarticulate childish voices, and the content of the voices was one after another, intermittent father.
Xiao Xia!
Feng Xia still can't speak now, but inexplicably, Wen in the dream knew in his heart that it was his son calling him, and in an instant, his thoughts trapped in the dream clearly realized that all this is an accident. Dream.
So he forced himself to wake up with tenacious will.
When his vision gradually recovered, everything warm and childlike in the children's room came into view. Wen Jue subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to press his sore temple. When he moved his hand, he found that he was being pulled by a force. Looking over, he saw his son.
The little guy who disappeared like smoke in the dream was lying on his knees right now, looking up at him with a cute little face. When he saw himself looking at him, the child giggled, his smiling eyes curled up. Curved like a crescent moon, with a small dimple sunken in his right cheek, he was holding the index finger of his right hand with a fleshy little hand like a lotus root joint. Wen Jue moved his index finger, realizing in a trance that what he felt in his dream just now That warmth was actually the temperature from the son holding his little hand.
Looking at his son's innocent and lovely appearance, Wen Jue's heart completely fell to the ground, and the passing temperature returned to his body.
Feng Xia grabbed Wen Jue's hand and climbed up on him with a pair of short legs. As she crawled, a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead, so she simply limp and lay on Wen Jue's lap and did not move.
Seeing him looking up at him again, Wen Jue patted his slightly arched butt, and asked, "Are you hungry? Daddy will mix milk powder for you."
"Father." The child's pink and tender mouth opened and closed twice, and made a soft sound, during which a small transparent bubble popped out.
Wen Jue was stunned.
He looked at the little lump of meat on his knee, and after a while, he found his voice: "What did you call me just now?"
"Dad...Dad..." The child called out again, as if he understood what Wen Jue said. Of course, this kid is not even a year old yet, so if he really understands it, he probably heard Wen Jue as well. It's just a subconscious voice, but the audible "Father" made Wen Jue very excited.
Wen Jue picked up the child on his lap, lifted it up, and kissed the chubby little face: "My good son will call him daddy, come on, let's call again!"
Although the doll is small, it can feel the emotions of adults. Wen Jue was happy, and he was also happy. He bent his eyes and smiled sweetly.
After laughing, she called out to Wen Jue again: "Dad...Dad."
"Hey!" Wen Jue responded loudly this time, and after a while, Feng Xia called him again, almost like an addiction.
The child has a good temper, and he took the trouble to cooperate with his old and stupid father over and over again, and his yelling became clearer and clearer. At the beginning, he still jumped out word by word, and then he connected it directly.
Wen Juele couldn't hide the smile on his face, and carried Yin Fengxia to the bedroom to look for Yin Wujiu, unconsciously forgetting the worrying dream just now.
After entering the bedroom, looking at Yin Wujiu sleeping peacefully on the bed, his strange and excited mood of being called father for the first time eased a little.
Wen Jue moved lightly and walked to the bedside, with his right index finger on his lips, he made a booing gesture to the little guy: "Be quiet, don't disturb Dad, let's wait here for him to wake up, okay?"
"Father." The child didn't even know he said it!What, he yelled again habitually, then he tilted his small body, lay on his side on the bed, turned over again, and turned into a prone position, then crawled towards Yin Wujiu who was sleeping on the bed, and crawled to Yin Wujiu's bed. Jiu stopped next to him, and watched his young daddy sleep with his cheek on his little hand.
Looking at it, the child suddenly stretched out a finger to poke Yin Wujiu's face.
Wen Jue didn't pay attention, and Yin Wujiu was woken up by him.
Yin Wujiu rubbed his eyes subconsciously, the moment he opened his eyes, he saw the magnified face of his son in front of him.
My mind was still confused, when I heard the child say "Dad" again.
"..." Yin Wujiu was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly jumped up from the bed, because the movement was too big, the little things lying beside him bounced twice.
"You, you can be called Papa?" Yin Wujiu asked dully, then looked at Wen Jue, and repeated excitedly, "He can be called Papa now!"
"Yes." Wen Jue couldn't help laughing.
In the joy of being called father by the child for the first time, Wen Jue gave up everything in the dream, but things didn't just pass like this.
In the days that followed, Wen Jue dreamed that he was back in Dashang several times. Sometimes it was the tragic scene like the first time, sometimes it was the chaotic court, and he dreamed of Jiang Jinan several times. , He Yiyang and Fei Hu dreamed that they were looking for someone everywhere. In the first dream, Wen never knew who they were looking for. Later, when he had a similar dream, he knew that they were looking for Yin Wu who suddenly disappeared. blame.
Those dreams were like a TV series, the scenes kept changing, but every time, it was raining, and that rain was like a continuation of Wen Jue's first dream that day.
On a cold and rainy night, Feihu and the others searched for Yin Wujiu's whereabouts all over the capital. It was light rain at first, and gradually developed into a torrential rain.
"Flying Arc, it's raining too hard, and you're still injured, let's find a place to hide." Fei Yuan shouted to Fei Arc from a distance.
"It's hard to find some clues right now. I have to hurry up and track it down. Otherwise, if the clues are broken again, I don't know if I can find them again!" Feeling a blur in front of my eyes, my body fell forward.
Fei Yuan's heart tightened, and she rushed forward to catch him, but she was too far away, before he could get close, Fei Hu fell to the ground with a slap, and was covered in muddy water.
"Flying Arc, Flying Arc!" Fei Yuan ran over and called him a few times, Flying Arc moved, it seemed that he was not unconscious, but he didn't get up for a long time.
"I'll help you up." Fei Yuan said, grabbing Fei Hu's arm, but with this touch, Fei Hu's body was trembling violently.
Fei Yuan froze for a moment, and turned over Fei Hu's face, wanting to see what was wrong with him, and then, he saw a face full of wet marks.
Feiyuan couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears, but she could clearly feel the pain and guilt of her brother.
"Fei Hu, are you okay?" Fei Yuan paused, and then added, "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, and with the blessing of the Ziwei Star, he will surely return with good fortune and safety."
"Master entrusted His Majesty to my care, but I, I lost him... Your Highness is still pregnant with a child, and has been missing for so long, and I don't know what happened... Master, Flying Arc has failed your entrustment! "He said, slowly got up from the ground, then knelt down on his knees, and kowtowed heavily in one direction.
Wen Jue in the dream was just looking at everything from a god-like perspective at first, but when the muffled bang came to his eardrums, he suddenly had a concrete image in the dream.
He froze for a moment, then subconsciously approached there, moving his body at will, and he was almost in front of Fei Hu in an instant.
In the previous dream, every time Wen Jue wanted to get close to someone, the other party would either suddenly dissipate into smoke, or his body would pass through the other party's body, and he could neither touch anyone nor see him. He couldn't hear his voice, but this time, Wen Jue suddenly supported Fei Hu's head that hit the bluestone ground.
Wen Jue froze for a moment, then subconsciously looked at his hands, only to find that his sleeves were not the ancient style, but the long cotton shirt he wore before going to bed.
Fei Hu and Fei Yuan on the ground raised their heads at the same time. When they saw Wen Jue, they were stunned for a moment, and then there was great shock in their eyes. After a long while, they stumbled and called out, "Master" in a very uncertain manner.
Wen Jue vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what went wrong.
So he shook his head, waved away the strangeness in his mind, and stretched out his hand to support Fei Hu: "Get up!"
Even when Wen Jue passed away, Fei Hu never cried, but at this moment, hearing this gentle and familiar voice, his tears rolled down with a snap, and hit the puddles on the ground heavily.
"Master, is it really you, you... are you back?"
Here, obviously, a tragic battle has just been experienced.
Wen Jue saw a small child sitting in the pool of blood, some distance away, the child's face was stained with blood again, Wen Jue in the dream couldn't see the child's appearance clearly, but subconsciously wanted to walk over to the child The child was picked up, but when there were more than ten meters left, the child suddenly burst into tears.
When Wen Jue heard the familiar crying sound, his heart skipped a beat. When he looked over again, he saw the child's face clearly.
The child lying in a pool of blood turned out to be his son!
"Xiao Xia!" Wen Jue's heart skipped a beat, and he almost flew towards the crying child.
However, when his hand touched the child's body, the child suddenly disappeared into a cloud of smoke.
At that moment, the fear in Wen Jue's heart was beyond words. While calling the child's name, he scratched in the air with both hands, but after scratching for a long time, he didn't catch anything.
The sky, which was still scorching hot just now, suddenly became dark and dark, as if a mountain rain was about to come.
The gust of wind blew across Wen Jue's body, bringing a bone-piercing chill. Wen Jue felt that the temperature in his whole body was swept away, as if he would condense into an ice sculpture in the next second.
But here, a little temperature came from his fingertips, Wen Jue subconsciously looked down, and suddenly found a circle of warm golden light shining on his index finger.
"Ba...ba, Dad, Dad... Dad..."
Immediately afterwards, Wen Jue heard a few soft, inarticulate childish voices, and the content of the voices was one after another, intermittent father.
Xiao Xia!
Feng Xia still can't speak now, but inexplicably, Wen in the dream knew in his heart that it was his son calling him, and in an instant, his thoughts trapped in the dream clearly realized that all this is an accident. Dream.
So he forced himself to wake up with tenacious will.
When his vision gradually recovered, everything warm and childlike in the children's room came into view. Wen Jue subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to press his sore temple. When he moved his hand, he found that he was being pulled by a force. Looking over, he saw his son.
The little guy who disappeared like smoke in the dream was lying on his knees right now, looking up at him with a cute little face. When he saw himself looking at him, the child giggled, his smiling eyes curled up. Curved like a crescent moon, with a small dimple sunken in his right cheek, he was holding the index finger of his right hand with a fleshy little hand like a lotus root joint. Wen Jue moved his index finger, realizing in a trance that what he felt in his dream just now That warmth was actually the temperature from the son holding his little hand.
Looking at his son's innocent and lovely appearance, Wen Jue's heart completely fell to the ground, and the passing temperature returned to his body.
Feng Xia grabbed Wen Jue's hand and climbed up on him with a pair of short legs. As she crawled, a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead, so she simply limp and lay on Wen Jue's lap and did not move.
Seeing him looking up at him again, Wen Jue patted his slightly arched butt, and asked, "Are you hungry? Daddy will mix milk powder for you."
"Father." The child's pink and tender mouth opened and closed twice, and made a soft sound, during which a small transparent bubble popped out.
Wen Jue was stunned.
He looked at the little lump of meat on his knee, and after a while, he found his voice: "What did you call me just now?"
"Dad...Dad..." The child called out again, as if he understood what Wen Jue said. Of course, this kid is not even a year old yet, so if he really understands it, he probably heard Wen Jue as well. It's just a subconscious voice, but the audible "Father" made Wen Jue very excited.
Wen Jue picked up the child on his lap, lifted it up, and kissed the chubby little face: "My good son will call him daddy, come on, let's call again!"
Although the doll is small, it can feel the emotions of adults. Wen Jue was happy, and he was also happy. He bent his eyes and smiled sweetly.
After laughing, she called out to Wen Jue again: "Dad...Dad."
"Hey!" Wen Jue responded loudly this time, and after a while, Feng Xia called him again, almost like an addiction.
The child has a good temper, and he took the trouble to cooperate with his old and stupid father over and over again, and his yelling became clearer and clearer. At the beginning, he still jumped out word by word, and then he connected it directly.
Wen Juele couldn't hide the smile on his face, and carried Yin Fengxia to the bedroom to look for Yin Wujiu, unconsciously forgetting the worrying dream just now.
After entering the bedroom, looking at Yin Wujiu sleeping peacefully on the bed, his strange and excited mood of being called father for the first time eased a little.
Wen Jue moved lightly and walked to the bedside, with his right index finger on his lips, he made a booing gesture to the little guy: "Be quiet, don't disturb Dad, let's wait here for him to wake up, okay?"
"Father." The child didn't even know he said it!What, he yelled again habitually, then he tilted his small body, lay on his side on the bed, turned over again, and turned into a prone position, then crawled towards Yin Wujiu who was sleeping on the bed, and crawled to Yin Wujiu's bed. Jiu stopped next to him, and watched his young daddy sleep with his cheek on his little hand.
Looking at it, the child suddenly stretched out a finger to poke Yin Wujiu's face.
Wen Jue didn't pay attention, and Yin Wujiu was woken up by him.
Yin Wujiu rubbed his eyes subconsciously, the moment he opened his eyes, he saw the magnified face of his son in front of him.
My mind was still confused, when I heard the child say "Dad" again.
"..." Yin Wujiu was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly jumped up from the bed, because the movement was too big, the little things lying beside him bounced twice.
"You, you can be called Papa?" Yin Wujiu asked dully, then looked at Wen Jue, and repeated excitedly, "He can be called Papa now!"
"Yes." Wen Jue couldn't help laughing.
In the joy of being called father by the child for the first time, Wen Jue gave up everything in the dream, but things didn't just pass like this.
In the days that followed, Wen Jue dreamed that he was back in Dashang several times. Sometimes it was the tragic scene like the first time, sometimes it was the chaotic court, and he dreamed of Jiang Jinan several times. , He Yiyang and Fei Hu dreamed that they were looking for someone everywhere. In the first dream, Wen never knew who they were looking for. Later, when he had a similar dream, he knew that they were looking for Yin Wu who suddenly disappeared. blame.
Those dreams were like a TV series, the scenes kept changing, but every time, it was raining, and that rain was like a continuation of Wen Jue's first dream that day.
On a cold and rainy night, Feihu and the others searched for Yin Wujiu's whereabouts all over the capital. It was light rain at first, and gradually developed into a torrential rain.
"Flying Arc, it's raining too hard, and you're still injured, let's find a place to hide." Fei Yuan shouted to Fei Arc from a distance.
"It's hard to find some clues right now. I have to hurry up and track it down. Otherwise, if the clues are broken again, I don't know if I can find them again!" Feeling a blur in front of my eyes, my body fell forward.
Fei Yuan's heart tightened, and she rushed forward to catch him, but she was too far away, before he could get close, Fei Hu fell to the ground with a slap, and was covered in muddy water.
"Flying Arc, Flying Arc!" Fei Yuan ran over and called him a few times, Flying Arc moved, it seemed that he was not unconscious, but he didn't get up for a long time.
"I'll help you up." Fei Yuan said, grabbing Fei Hu's arm, but with this touch, Fei Hu's body was trembling violently.
Fei Yuan froze for a moment, and turned over Fei Hu's face, wanting to see what was wrong with him, and then, he saw a face full of wet marks.
Feiyuan couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears, but she could clearly feel the pain and guilt of her brother.
"Fei Hu, are you okay?" Fei Yuan paused, and then added, "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, and with the blessing of the Ziwei Star, he will surely return with good fortune and safety."
"Master entrusted His Majesty to my care, but I, I lost him... Your Highness is still pregnant with a child, and has been missing for so long, and I don't know what happened... Master, Flying Arc has failed your entrustment! "He said, slowly got up from the ground, then knelt down on his knees, and kowtowed heavily in one direction.
Wen Jue in the dream was just looking at everything from a god-like perspective at first, but when the muffled bang came to his eardrums, he suddenly had a concrete image in the dream.
He froze for a moment, then subconsciously approached there, moving his body at will, and he was almost in front of Fei Hu in an instant.
In the previous dream, every time Wen Jue wanted to get close to someone, the other party would either suddenly dissipate into smoke, or his body would pass through the other party's body, and he could neither touch anyone nor see him. He couldn't hear his voice, but this time, Wen Jue suddenly supported Fei Hu's head that hit the bluestone ground.
Wen Jue froze for a moment, then subconsciously looked at his hands, only to find that his sleeves were not the ancient style, but the long cotton shirt he wore before going to bed.
Fei Hu and Fei Yuan on the ground raised their heads at the same time. When they saw Wen Jue, they were stunned for a moment, and then there was great shock in their eyes. After a long while, they stumbled and called out, "Master" in a very uncertain manner.
Wen Jue vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what went wrong.
So he shook his head, waved away the strangeness in his mind, and stretched out his hand to support Fei Hu: "Get up!"
Even when Wen Jue passed away, Fei Hu never cried, but at this moment, hearing this gentle and familiar voice, his tears rolled down with a snap, and hit the puddles on the ground heavily.
"Master, is it really you, you... are you back?"
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