May you be prosperous for half a lifetime
Chapter 58 Crazy, Crazy
Yu Wenhu had a dream that day.
In the dream, he was walking alone in the palace, with a long and lengthy road, in the dark night, not a single ray of light could be seen.
But he could feel it so clearly that he was in a dream, but it was as if he was floating in the ocean and couldn't grasp the roots. The road was very long and had no end...
Suddenly, there was a glimmer of light ahead, and the plum blossoms were in full bloom. He was standing in place, and a woman was standing under the tree. She was dressed in a begonia red skirt that complemented her fair complexion. On her shoulder, after an unknown amount of time, the woman slowly walked towards him, and he rushed to meet her.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew it away.
People say that Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies, so did Zhuang Sheng dream of butterflies, or butterflies dreaming of Zhuang Sheng?
"Let me ask you, between Yu Wenyu and me, who do you really love..."
The strange but familiar voice was so close that he woke up suddenly.
It was still dark.
He gasped heavily, but found it difficult to even breathe.
He didn't believe in ghosts and gods at first, but since he changed his fate against the sky, he has no choice but to believe that there are ghosts and gods in this world.
Therefore, when the old fortune-teller who judged that the fetus in Prajna's womb was a female came to him, he was a little scared.
"That's a daughter, just like the grand master, with blue eyes. Unfortunately, the grand master has no fate with her."
These words, like a bolt from the blue, shocked him to the extreme for a moment, he knew what this strange old man was talking about, Lihua... was talking about Lihua.
The daughter that both he and Banruo owed, the daughter that both he and Banruo pretended to forget.
Under the setting sun, the strange old man stood there in ragged clothes.
"What daughter..." His voice was trembling, his lips were pursed, and his expression was extremely nervous.
The old man was very sloppy, but his eyes were exceptionally clear. He only looked at Yu Wenhu, "That daughter is called Lihua." He called out again, and said with a smile, "Does the Grand Master believe in destiny?"
He stared at the strange old man in front of him, with a smile on his face all the time, that smile was terrifying.
Yu Wenhu had never looked like this before, he rushed forward desperately, his mind was in a mess, "What do you know!"
The son of southern Xinjiang once told him that he kept the soul of Prajna, and told him that he could exchange a dream with Yangshou.
It's just that this dream is too easily broken.
He gave up everything, and he still remembers how he traded his life for his life, and risked his life for his life.
"Tell me, what else do you know..." He smiled, without any haste in the daytime, but spoke to the strange old man in a particularly mocking tone.
The strange old man was not afraid, he looked straight at Yu Wenhu, the candlelight in the room was a little dim, reflecting the shadow on his forehead, "You didn't have the destiny to become emperor..."
Yu Wenhu's hand holding on to the teacup paused slightly, and from the corner of his eye, he looked at this strange old man who didn't know where he came from, "So what?" His rhetorical question made people unable to hear his emotions.
"You and Dugu Prajna don't have a marriage contract at all..."
Yu Wenhu pursed her lips, but said nothing.
"Dugu Prajna will die because of the Grand Master."
As if because of this sentence, he lost all the things that protected him from being able to live. He was determined and ruthless. He rushed forward, and the teacup fell to the ground, smashing it brittlely. "Prajna won't die!" But his whole body was trembling, and his face was instantly pale as paper, "I'm going to kill you!"
He didn't kill that person after all...
Incense was still burning in the room, he seemed to have no strength, he fell against the screen, his black hair was disheveled, he suddenly raised his hand, his eyes were red, he only looked at his hand.
Prajna died in his arms.
When he hugged her, he could feel that her breath was gone, and the warmth in her body was dissipating bit by bit... It was a kind of despair of drinking poison to quench thirst. He wanted to warm her hands and tell himself that she Live, live well.
But in the end, that body was so cold that he couldn't feel any warmth for the rest of his life.
Yes, he killed Prajna
Wisdom is dead
In the dream, he was walking alone in the palace, with a long and lengthy road, in the dark night, not a single ray of light could be seen.
But he could feel it so clearly that he was in a dream, but it was as if he was floating in the ocean and couldn't grasp the roots. The road was very long and had no end...
Suddenly, there was a glimmer of light ahead, and the plum blossoms were in full bloom. He was standing in place, and a woman was standing under the tree. She was dressed in a begonia red skirt that complemented her fair complexion. On her shoulder, after an unknown amount of time, the woman slowly walked towards him, and he rushed to meet her.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew it away.
People say that Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies, so did Zhuang Sheng dream of butterflies, or butterflies dreaming of Zhuang Sheng?
"Let me ask you, between Yu Wenyu and me, who do you really love..."
The strange but familiar voice was so close that he woke up suddenly.
It was still dark.
He gasped heavily, but found it difficult to even breathe.
He didn't believe in ghosts and gods at first, but since he changed his fate against the sky, he has no choice but to believe that there are ghosts and gods in this world.
Therefore, when the old fortune-teller who judged that the fetus in Prajna's womb was a female came to him, he was a little scared.
"That's a daughter, just like the grand master, with blue eyes. Unfortunately, the grand master has no fate with her."
These words, like a bolt from the blue, shocked him to the extreme for a moment, he knew what this strange old man was talking about, Lihua... was talking about Lihua.
The daughter that both he and Banruo owed, the daughter that both he and Banruo pretended to forget.
Under the setting sun, the strange old man stood there in ragged clothes.
"What daughter..." His voice was trembling, his lips were pursed, and his expression was extremely nervous.
The old man was very sloppy, but his eyes were exceptionally clear. He only looked at Yu Wenhu, "That daughter is called Lihua." He called out again, and said with a smile, "Does the Grand Master believe in destiny?"
He stared at the strange old man in front of him, with a smile on his face all the time, that smile was terrifying.
Yu Wenhu had never looked like this before, he rushed forward desperately, his mind was in a mess, "What do you know!"
The son of southern Xinjiang once told him that he kept the soul of Prajna, and told him that he could exchange a dream with Yangshou.
It's just that this dream is too easily broken.
He gave up everything, and he still remembers how he traded his life for his life, and risked his life for his life.
"Tell me, what else do you know..." He smiled, without any haste in the daytime, but spoke to the strange old man in a particularly mocking tone.
The strange old man was not afraid, he looked straight at Yu Wenhu, the candlelight in the room was a little dim, reflecting the shadow on his forehead, "You didn't have the destiny to become emperor..."
Yu Wenhu's hand holding on to the teacup paused slightly, and from the corner of his eye, he looked at this strange old man who didn't know where he came from, "So what?" His rhetorical question made people unable to hear his emotions.
"You and Dugu Prajna don't have a marriage contract at all..."
Yu Wenhu pursed her lips, but said nothing.
"Dugu Prajna will die because of the Grand Master."
As if because of this sentence, he lost all the things that protected him from being able to live. He was determined and ruthless. He rushed forward, and the teacup fell to the ground, smashing it brittlely. "Prajna won't die!" But his whole body was trembling, and his face was instantly pale as paper, "I'm going to kill you!"
He didn't kill that person after all...
Incense was still burning in the room, he seemed to have no strength, he fell against the screen, his black hair was disheveled, he suddenly raised his hand, his eyes were red, he only looked at his hand.
Prajna died in his arms.
When he hugged her, he could feel that her breath was gone, and the warmth in her body was dissipating bit by bit... It was a kind of despair of drinking poison to quench thirst. He wanted to warm her hands and tell himself that she Live, live well.
But in the end, that body was so cold that he couldn't feel any warmth for the rest of his life.
Yes, he killed Prajna
Wisdom is dead
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