White Hedge Dream

Chapter 138 Her Dream

As dusk approaches, the snowflakes fall, and every house lights up, making it ablaze.

In the small courtyard with the word "Zhuang Zhai" hanging on the door, a maid was standing on a chair to hang a new lantern under the eaves.

"Xiaojuan, don't hang up in a hurry, it's bright enough in the yard." Mrs. Zhuang said inside.

A maid came out of the kitchen holding the food and said with a smile: "Ma'am, don't worry about her, she's obviously just having fun."

The maid hung up the lantern and giggled, "The lantern Aunt Cong sent is beautiful."

Mrs. Zhuang looked over through the door. The new lotus lanterns were exquisite and gorgeous. They were extremely beautiful in the snow. She nodded with a smile: "It is indeed beautiful. Mrs. Cong took the trouble."

The maid placed the food on the table and pointed to a plate of steamed fish: "This is freshly caught fish sent by the Huang family."

The maid also ran in and said: "The boy scholar in the front alley invited my wife to climb Wenshan Mountain, saying he was talking about enjoying the scenery after the snow."

The servant girl exclaimed: "It's hard to walk after heavy snowfall, and it's cold. Why go hiking? It's better to wait until the spring comes and the flowers bloom."

Mrs. Zhuang said: "When we were at home, Mr. Zhuang and I liked to go hiking after snowfall. It has been decades since we left home. It's hard for anyone to remember us."

The servant woman laughed and said, "Mr. Zhuang teaches with great care and never cares about the family background of his students. Not to mention anything else, how many children on this street have changed their lives because of Mr. Zhuang. They no longer fish and farm, even if they work as accountants, just say that." If you study with Mr. Zhuang, you can get an extra two taels of silver."

Mrs. Zhuang smiled: "They are still willing to learn on their own. It's up to the master to lead them in and practice alone." She then sighed, "I thought I would be lonely when I came back, but I didn't expect that the clan members would take care of them, and the neighbors would be so caring. It would be even more lively than when I was in the academy. "

The maid nodded repeatedly: "Yes, the house is the most lively. Madam should come back early, maybe sir..."

Nor will he die.

The little maid almost said it without restraint, but luckily the maid stopped her with a glare.

Madam and husband have a deep love for each other. Please don’t make Madam sad during the Chinese New Year.

The little maid held the tray on the table and ran out, "I'm going to clean up the kitchen."

Mrs. Zhuang smiled: "Life and death have never been taboo and cannot be discussed. I will die too."

The servant woman said: "Ma'am, just don't be sad. As a human being, you should be happy throughout your life."

Mrs. Zhuang nodded: "I'm not sad, you go and eat quickly."

The servant girl responded and left.

Time seemed to pass very slowly, and the night darkened in the blink of an eye.

The lanterns hanging in the yard seemed to be swallowed up by the night.

"It's time for you to rest, madam." The maid said with a gentle and concerned expression.

Mrs. Zhuang looked at the book in front of her.

All the lights in the room had been extinguished, except for the servant woman who was still holding one in her hand, feeling faint.

"You can't stay awake," the servant said, extinguishing the lamp in her hand.

The interior fell into darkness.

Mrs. Zhuang stood on the street with a basket, listening to the shouts of people selling in the street, looking a little confused. What should I buy today? Chinese New Year is coming soon, what is your husband’s favorite food? What does Ah Li like to eat?

"Mrs. Zhuang, you adopted a child? Has the child come back this year?" A neighbor woman followed and asked.

Mrs. Zhuang shook her head: "I won't come back." Then she sighed, "That child..."

He stopped here, as if he didn't know what to say.

A woman came up to her and asked curiously: "What happened to the child?"

Mrs. Zhuang felt sour in her heart and tears fell down: "The child is sick..."

Both women burst into tears: "What's wrong with the child?"

They stood talking on the street, which was noisy with people coming and going, but seemed to be isolated from them.

Mrs. Zhuang sighed: "That child can't remember the way home or who he is."

The two women sighed: "This is so pitiful, but can Mr. Zhuang cure her?"

Mrs. Zhuang nodded: "Yes, yes." She smiled as she spoke.

The two women also laughed, and the three of them walked towards the end of the street.

The next moment, Mrs. Zhuang appeared at the street corner again, standing stunned with a basket.

Two women came behind him, "Mrs. Zhuang, you adopted a child? Has the child come back this year?"

Mrs. Zhuang shook her head: "I won't come back." Then she sighed, "That child..."

Another woman beside her asked curiously: "What happened to the child?"

Mrs. Zhuang's tears fell: "The child is sick..."

They repeated what they had said before and walked forward along the street again.

Then back to the streets again, again.

But when she repeated it for the fourth time, Mrs. Zhuang was confused while carrying the basket, and suddenly she saw a person standing on the street.

"Ma'am—" he shouted.

Mrs. Zhuang trembled, looked at the person in front of her, and subconsciously stepped back.

Two women behind her stopped her and stopped asking the child, but asked, "Madam? What's wrong? Who is he?"

Following their inquiries, Mrs. Zhuang looked at the person in front of her and murmured, "Yes, the lantern seller."

As she spoke, the young man appeared in front of her with a burden and lanterns hanging on it.

But he was wearing black clothes, with sharp eyebrows, and a sword hanging from his waist.

There is no smell of a hawker at all.

Mrs. Zhuang moved her lips, as if she was very reluctant, but she still called out her name.

"Jiang Yun," she said, "Where is the prince?"

Jiang Yun, who was holding a lantern, said with a dull look on his face, "The prince is at home."

The two women standing behind Mrs. Zhuang said, "What are you doing here? What are you doing here?"

Jiang Yun was stunned: "I'm here to deliver a letter to Mrs. Zhuang." He raised his hand as he spoke, and a letter appeared in his hand.

But the next moment, fireworks were set off, and the lanterns on the burden, the letter in the hand, and the person holding the letter instantly turned into a ball of fire.

Mrs. Zhuang let out a startled scream and opened her eyes.

There was a faint light in my eyes, I don't know whether it was the morning light or the reflection of the snow outside the window.

"Madam." The maid who was sleeping in the side room stood beside the bed. She seemed to have heard the sound and came over. She seemed to have been standing here all the time. She frowned and said, "So you saw an acquaintance on the street."

Mrs. Zhuang sat on the bed with a wry smile on her lips.

The dream is fake.

But dreams hide reality.

She heard the words with hidden names during the day and recognized Jiang Yun in disguise. She could pretend not to recognize him, but she couldn't pretend in her dreams.

Whoever she recognizes appears.

"Madam, since we are here, you can see me. You can say whatever you want." The servant woman said, sighing softly, "You know that we never interfere with your freedom, otherwise we would have taken you there in the first place. Capital, instead of returning to Dengzhou as you wish."

Mrs. Zhuang smiled.

"Yes, you are right. You never restrict my freedom." She said, and sighed softly, "But I am only free when I am awake. I am not free when I am asleep."

She cannot control herself from dreaming, nor can she prevent others from prying into her dreams or even making them up.

The maid handed over a cup of tea: "Madam, dreams are false and absurd. People who are truly awake will not be trapped by dreams."

Mrs. Zhuang did not take the tea. She looked at the maid and asked, "So?"

The servant girl said, "So, whoever wakes up will be free."

Mrs. Zhuang looked at her, her vision dimmed in the next moment, the servant girl disappeared, she turned over suddenly, her arm hit the edge of the bed, and she felt pain.

Feeling real pain, Mrs. Zhuang opened her eyes and really woke up this time. She rubbed her arms, and the dream in her memory quickly faded into a blur.

In the courtyard there was the sound of snow being swept and the sound of a maid feeding chickens and ducks.

"I almost forgot, I'm going hiking today." Mrs. Zhuang opened the door and said.

The little maid who was feeding the chickens and ducks smiled and said, "Don't worry, madam, we didn't forget. The car is ready and the thick clothes are ready."

The maid threw down the shovel and said, "I've made yellow croaker noodles. Madam, come and have a bowl. It's hot."

The courtyard became lively in the early morning.

The sun had already risen when she went out. Mrs. Zhuang was riding a donkey, led by the nurse, and walked through the street with her maid beside her.

The shops are open, and as the Lantern Festival approaches, the streets become more and more lively.

"Mrs. Zhuang is going out."

Although she has been back for less than a year, almost everyone on the street knows her and greets her warmly every time she passes by.

Mrs. Zhuang responded with a smile, looking around the street, and soon saw Jiang Yun who was selling lanterns in disguise yesterday.

Perhaps because he remembered what she said yesterday, when he saw her, Jiang Yun didn't come forward anymore and even looked away.

Mrs. Zhuang took the initiative to stop and said, "Brother, your lamp is very good. I am going to see relatives and friends today and I want two to take with me as gifts."

Jiang Yun seemed a little surprised. He looked to Mrs. Zhuang's side and saw that only the maid and the groom were following her, not the two women from yesterday.

"It's safe today." Mrs. Zhuang used the lamp selection, approached him and whispered, "Jiang Yun, what did the prince ask you to do?"

But after he finished speaking, Jiang Yun seemed to be frightened and stepped back: "Madam, two lanterns cost ten yuan, which can't be cheaper."

She seemed annoyed because it was Mrs. Zhuang who negotiated the price.

"It's a small business, madam, don't entertain me, just forget it if you don't buy it."

After saying that, he threw his shoulders, picked up the burden and left.

Mrs. Zhuang froze on the spot.

"This lantern seller has such a bad temper." The maid shouted from the side.

Mrs. Zhuang came back to her senses and smiled: "That's all, if you don't want to sell it, just forget it."

Did Jiang Yun know that it was not safe for her to be monitored, so he refused to give her the letter?

In fact, she didn't care whether she believed it or not. The reason why she believed it was because she wanted him to leave after he gave the letter and not stay here anymore.

But what does Jiang Yun want to do now?

Wait and see again?

Or wait for someone to rescue her?

These things don't matter, even if Zhou Jingyun comes, she just wants to see him in person.

What she's worried about is...

Jiang Yunren is here, and Ali will lend his eyes to take a look.

She couldn't stand the dream she was having now.

I hope Ali still remembers her advice and never takes any risks.

…

…

In the dim street, Jiang Yun appeared directly in this recurring dream.

Mrs. Zhuang came forward and said, "Jiang Yun, what does the prince have to say?"

Jiang Yun, who was holding a lantern, looked a little dull and shook his head: "The prince has nothing to say."

The two women standing behind Mrs. Zhuang said, "What are you doing here? What are you doing here?"

Jiang Yun was stunned and said, "Let me take a look."

have a look.

Mrs. Zhuang felt sad and tears fell from her eyes: "Is she sick again?"

Both women burst into tears: "What's wrong with the child?"

Mrs. Zhuang sighed: "That child can't remember the way home or who he is."

The two women no longer sighed this time, but looked panicked: "What can we do? What can we do?"

Jiang Yun seemed to be frightened and asked: "What can we do? What can we do?"

Mrs. Zhuang seemed to be confused by the question and looked at Jiang Yun blankly. Although Jiang Yun looked like Jiang Yun in front of her, her expression was exactly the same as that of the two women next to her. She even held her hands in front of her like a woman, hiding gently. foot.

This is not Jiang Yun controlled by others.

This is just Jiang Yun in her dream.

Like everyone else in the dream at this time.

Therefore, there is no outsider invasion, the dream has not changed at all, and the dream remains the same.

Mrs. Zhuang comforted them: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Mr. Zhuang is here."

The two women breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, yes, Mr. Zhuang is here, and Mr. Zhuang cured her."

Jiang Yun also nodded: "Yes, yes, Mr. Zhuang cured her."

Mrs. Zhuang and the two women walked forward along the street with smiles on their faces.

Jiang Yun stood there, carrying the lanterns and continuing to sell, mingling with the noise on the street.

Mrs. Zhuang returned to the street again, stepped forward again, thinking about what to buy, and looked at Jiang Yun who appeared again, but just as she was about to walk past, a soft call suddenly sounded in her ears.

"Huang Ru."

The street shook momentarily.

Mrs. Zhuang only felt countless eyes looking at her.

The two women who were about to catch up and talk, the clerks in the street shops, the guests in the teahouses and restaurants, the passers-by, Jiang Yun carrying lanterns, including the fat birds on the eaves in winter.

They all stood there and looked at her.

Mrs. Zhuang stood there blankly, the whole world was frozen.

In a teahouse on the street, a chubby rich man stood up and walked slowly outside the teahouse.

His expression was as frozen as the others, except for a pair of eyes on his face.

These eyes were as dark as stars.

Starlight spread on the street. When he saw Jiang Yun, surprise flashed through the dim starlight, but he soon realized that it no longer stayed on Jiang Yun and returned to Mrs. Zhuang.

"Huang Ru." The rich man opened his mouth and said in a clear female voice, "Follow me—"

With these words, his eyes opened, and a pair of hands stretched out to grab Mrs. Zhuang.

Mrs. Zhuang let out a scream, and everything around her collapsed.

Mrs. Zhuang fell to the ground, but what she saw was no longer the stone slabs on the street, but the green mountain grass.

She raised her head in confusion and saw that she was sitting in the mountains, with the green grass spreading like a carpet under her body, and the gentle mountain breeze blowing her dress.

This is…..

Mrs. Zhuang looked around, and a horse appeared in her sight, carrying a **** its back. The horse's hooves were trampling, and it was getting closer and closer with the mountain wind.

A few steps away the girl reined in her horse and stopped.

She was only eight or nine years old and not very tall. She raised her chin while riding on horseback.

"Hey, Huang Ru." she shouted, "Am I still the most precious thing in the world in your eyes?"

Mrs. Zhuang sat on the ground, wanting to laugh but helpless.

"This kid," she said, "Why is he still so rude?"