White Hedge Dream

Chapter 113 Thoughts

Zhou Jingyun's horse was ready. Jiang Yun walked around outside the door a few times. He couldn't help but come in and ask why Prince Feng'er hadn't come out yet?

"Didn't you say you had to leave early?"

Feng'er didn't know that this was what the prince told him: "Maybe he's packing things, I'll go take a look." After that, he ran towards the study.

There was no Zhou Jingyun in front of the desk in the study.

Feng'er was startled: "Your Majesty."

Zhou Jingyun's voice came from the library inside.

"Wait outside while I look for something."

Feng'er responded and retreated, but he couldn't help but be curious. He was about to leave this early in the morning, so what book was he suddenly looking for?

Zhou Jingyun stood at the back of the bookshelf. The hidden compartment had been opened, a painting was slowly unfolded, and the woman's face slowly appeared in the dim light.

Zhou Jingyun couldn't help but close his eyes.

Although the painting can no longer be seen, a face seems to still appear in front of me.

She lay on the pillow and smiled at him.

"Zhou Jingyun."

A woman's voice echoed in my ears.

It was Zhuang Li's voice, but it wasn't.

Zhuang Li was accustomed to calling him Prince, and rarely named anyone with a surname to call him.

A woman who is used to calling him this way only...

Zhou Jingyun opened his eyes and looked at the woman on the unfolded screen.

"Zhou Jingyun." The woman raised her chin slightly and looked at him, "Don't you know how to draw? Then can you draw my rebelliousness?"

After saying that, she sat on the dragon chair where only the emperor could sit, and opened a memorial.

"I dare to do it, but do you dare to draw it and tell the world?"

He later painted it, but he didn't know whether it showed her rebellion or not, and he wouldn't show it to anyone.

Including the person in the portrait.

And the person in the portrait can no longer be seen.

Zhou Jingyun looked at the portrait, but why did this face suddenly appear in front of him? Appears on the face of the person lying next to him in the early morning.

Is he crazy, or is he dreaming?

He was so frightened that he fell off the bed.

He reached out and touched his wrist, and the place where he hit it still hurt slightly.

And watching him fall off the bed, "Zhuang Li" on the bed smiled.

That silent and arrogant laugh.

That kind of attitude he had never seen on Zhuang Li's face, but only on another person's face.

Zhou Jingyun felt like his heart was bursting.

Zhuang Li on the bed smiled, looked at him, turned over and lay down motionless.

He sat on the ground for a long time, until the coldness of the floor tiles and the pain in his wrist brought him back to reality.

He stood up hesitantly and called Ah Li.

This time the man on the bed did not agree, nor did he turn over and laugh at him again.

He slowly leaned forward to take a look, and saw a profile that looked somewhat similar to that of the maid Chun Yue. This was Zhuang Li's face that he was familiar with.

He stood blankly beside the bed. At that moment, he wanted to wake Zhuang Li up, but he didn't dare to call her again.

What if he sees someone else again?

He was confused and thought that this other person was actually someone he wanted to see again.

I just didn’t expect to react like this when I actually saw it.

Is that why she laughed silently?

Zhou Jingyun's mind went blank. When the maids heard the noise and walked in, he ran out while practicing sword practice.

When he came back, he was greeted by the familiar Zhuang Li, and she seemed to have no idea what had happened.

Could it be that that glance in the morning was really a dream, or a hallucination caused by not sleeping well?

Zhou Jingyun looked at the woman on the paper.

The lines outlined by pen and ink seem to become more flexible.

Zhou Jingyun slammed the painting shut.

In the morning, Zhuang Li must have noticed something was wrong with him and asked him if he slept well. He also took the initiative to say that he was not sleeping well and did it disturb him.

What could he say? Could it be that he saw her as another person?

Zhou Jingyun was silent for a moment, then slowly rolled up the painting, put it into the dark room, turned around and walked out.

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…

Madam Huang's eyes were already covered with red threads, and the morning light was more dazzling than the candles, and she couldn't help but shed tears. Despite this, he refused to close his eyes and take a rest, only staring at the butterfly in the bamboo cage on the table.

In the morning light, the sculpture-like butterfly suddenly flapped.

Madam Huang let out a low cry: "It's moving, it's moving, it's still alive."

"Of course it's still alive." Shen Qing said, as if she thought Madam Huang was making a fuss.

Madam Huang pretended not to notice that Shen Qing's tense body finally relaxed. She clasped her hands and thanked the gods and Buddha, and then urged Shen Qing: "Ask what's wrong?"

Shen Qing looked at the butterfly and reached out to pick the strings.

This time the strings were plucked, but there was no sound in the room.

After a while, the butterfly wings flapped again, and the strings vibrated silently.

Shen Qing listened attentively, with a smile on his face.

"What did you say?" Madam Huang pressed.

Shen Qing smiled and said: "It's nothing, the butterfly has woken up."

A butterfly that wakes up is just a butterfly, and naturally cannot communicate with people or listen to dreams.

Madam Huang was relieved but worried: "Why did the butterfly wake up well? Isn't it bad for her?"

Shen Qing smiled: "No, there are thousands of butterflies in the world, but she is everywhere." Then he whispered to Madam Huang, "Don't worry, she is lying and she doesn't want to tell us."

Madam Huang was stunned for a moment and then stopped laughing, looking at the colorful and shining butterflies.

"I really want to see her smile and frown again soon." She murmured.

Shen Qing reached out and picked up the bamboo cage, looking at the butterfly inside with a smile on her lips: "You will see it soon, she is back, and she is only one step away from us."

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There seemed to be a low voice calling, and there seemed to be sobs lingering in the ears.

Shangguan Yue slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were drowsy. His consciousness seemed to set off a wave and rushed towards him. Qu Tong's words, Rui Bo's face, the woman looking at him in the dark night...

"Bai..." He couldn't help but call out.

Someone grabbed his hand and called out in surprise, "Xiao Lang, you're awake!"

Shangguan Yue looked at the person in front of her, her vision gradually became clearer, and the words on her lips turned into a breath.

"Consort, I..." He struggled to get up.

Shangguanxue hurriedly held him down: "Don't move, lie down quickly." Then he turned to call someone, "Quickly see how he is doing."

An old man came over immediately to check. Shangguan Yue recognized that this was the trusted doctor beside Shangguan's consort, so she allowed him to see and ask questions.

"The little man is no longer seriously injured," the old man said after reading it. "The remaining poison on his body can be removed by drinking medicine for a few days."

Shangguanxue suddenly knelt down beside the bed, his voice choked with sobs: "Thank God, otherwise, how could I be worthy of your mother?"

Shangguan Yue said hurriedly: "Consort, don't be like this, get up quickly."

He pushed himself hard, rolled off the bed, and knelt in front of Shangguan Xue.

"I can't bear this."

Shangguanxue hurriedly helped him: "Lie down quickly." Together with the doctor, he helped Shangguanyue lie down.

The doctor retreated, leaving only the father and son talking in the room.

"...You didn't come for a long time, so I realized something was wrong, so I brought people over to find something wrong."

"...Doctor Zhang has made arrangements."

"...Fortunately, fortunately you arrived at the hospital in time, otherwise..."

When Shangguanxue said this, his voice choked up again, and he raised his hand and slapped himself.

Shangguan Yue grabbed his hand and said, "Consort! This has nothing to do with you!"

Shangguanxue laughed at himself: "Why does this have nothing to do with me? It's because I'm arrogant, because I thought my face was really capable of anything." He raised his hand and slapped himself in the face again, "I actually thought arrogantly that she was really interested in me. Love."

Shangguan Yue held Shangguan Xue's hand tightly to prevent him from hitting her again, and said, "Consort, the princess does have feelings for you, otherwise there would be no need to kill me to death."

Shangguanxue laughed and said, "That's not affection, that's just trampling. These people in the royal family never know what affection is."

Shangguan Yue looked at him, smiled and nodded: "Yes, it is indeed ruthless."

What did Shangguanxue think of: "I'm not talking about you." He sighed and changed the subject, "I went to question her, and she said it had nothing to do with her. It was Qu Tong who hated me and took revenge on me because he made a fool of himself in front of me. ”

Shangguan Yue smiled: "It's also a very reasonable explanation."

Shangguanxue also smiled: "She actually doesn't have to explain."

In the eyes of the princess, do people like them need a reason to kill or fight?

Shangguanxue stood up.

"I can't wait any longer. I want to see His Majesty."