White Hedge Dream

Chapter 34 Looking for Dreams

Shangguan Yue opened her eyes suddenly and saw the mottled sunlight.

The sunlight dancing before my eyes is not a dream.

He didn't dream last night.

After escaping death at the age of five, and after his mother heartbrokenly shouted from behind him not to dream, he never dreamed again.

Why did he dream that night on the boat? Is it a dream or what?

There were footsteps outside the door, Shangguan Yue put away her reverie and sat up.

The door was pushed open with a bang at the same time, and the two male servants looked over with disdain.

"You can go," they said.

Shangguan Yue hesitated: "My father...consort...is he still coming?"

In front of the servants of the princess mansion, he could not call Shangguan's consort his father.

The two servants became even more impatient after hearing this, "The prince-in-law is with the princess." "Okay, it's enough to stay here for a few days, but you still want to stay in the house and not leave?"

A female voice came from outside the door: "Xiao Langjun, it's okay now. You can go back."

Shangguan Yue passed the two servants and walked to the door. When he saw the maid Aju, he bowed deeply and said, "Thank you, sister Aju."

Aju said: "Why are you thanking me? The one who saved you is the princess."

Shangguan Yue said: "Thank you sister for telling me."

Aju pursed her lips and smiled, her voice a little softer: "As long as the princess is here, nothing will happen." She lowered her voice again, "Don't come to see the consort during this period, so as not to upset the princess. She saves you, but she doesn't want to see you and your son. Love each other."

Shangguan Yue responded and hurriedly walked out, the back door slamming shut.

It's really funny. Outside, he is a rich and powerful **** who is protected by the princess and even General Li can't do anything about him. But in the princess's house, he is huddled in the woodshed, unable to go out even half a step, and he will only stain the princess's eyes.

The princess saves him, but the princess does not save him, the princess only saves her own face and power.

"Sir." Ruibo, who had been squatting outside the door for who knows when or how long, came out and whispered, "Go back to the boat, let's go out of the city for a few days."

Although General Li couldn't do anything to them, he still avoided the limelight these days.

Shangguan Yue shook his head: "Go to Yu Qing Hall to prepare some gifts."

Ruibo asked: "Do you want to give a gift to the princess? I have already given it in the name of the consort."

The princess will not allow Shangguan Xiaolang's name to appear, not even when giving her gifts.

Shangguan Yue said: "It's not for the princess, but to visit Li Shilang."

Reb was puzzled: "What are you doing visiting him for? It's not necessary."

After the princess came forward, the matter has been settled. Whether Li Julang is dead or alive has nothing to do with Guanyue.

Shangguan Yue said nothing and gently touched her lips.

This matter indeed has nothing to do with him. It is the rule to let Li Julang jump into the river. From the time when there was a building boat to now, Li Julang is not the only one who has jumped into the river.

But this matter is also related to him. The words that made Li Julang jump into the river were not what he wanted to say.

Why on earth did he say that?

Who asked him to say that?

Are there really ghosts in the world?

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"Young lady, your nails are beautiful, and they will look even better if they are dyed."

Aunt Mei held the ointment and said with a flattering look on her face.

In the morning light, Zhuang Li had just finished washing, and the little girls were holding their hands to apply balm and touch up the color of their nails. The three little girls were busy introducing the Qili Xiang Melaleuca Red at home.

Aunt Mei also joined in the fun.

Aunt Mei came more diligently.

In the past, she would not come over when there was no day to pay her respects. It seemed that she was also frightened by Xue Liu driving her away.

After praising Zhuang Li's nails, he then talked about Juro Li and the female ghost.

"The imperial doctors are helpless. Yesterday, Li's boat went to the Jinshui River to summon spirits."

However, Zhuang Li showed little interest and sat at the table preparing to study ink.

Chun Yue hurriedly invited Aunt Mei out: "It's better not to talk about the strange power and chaos, so as not to cause trouble."

Aunt Mei was very sorry. This was the only thing that could be heard in the market. She heard that General Li failed to do anything to the Shangguan family and the Wang family. She was so angry that she complained to the emperor, but she could not see the things that happened in front of the powerful emperor as a buyer. When we arrived, we couldn’t describe it vividly.

Although Aunt Mei was told not to talk about ghosts and gods, Chun Yue still couldn't help but think about it and asked Zhuang Li in a low voice: "Are there really ghosts?"

Zhuang Li had already polished the ink and was burning incense. He shook his head when he heard this.

"It would be great if there really were ghosts." She said, "Retaliation with hatred and grievance with hatred will save people a lot of trouble."

She doesn't have to work so hard. Looking at the rising Boshan stove, Zhuang Li picked up his pen and sighed.

Although Chun Yue didn't quite understand what the young lady said, she didn't ask any more questions. Knowing that the young lady was about to write, she hurriedly led the maids out and stood in the corridor, seeing Zhuang Li writing intently.

The night was dark, and sparkling lights gradually appeared in the darkness, like stars or river water.

Zhuang Li opened his eyes, the sparkling light gradually became clear from blur to blur, and the Jinshui River meandered towards the city.

At this time, there were no gorgeous boats in the river, and there were no noisy people on the streets.

The bluestone road under his feet was covered with green moss, and his thin soft shoes could feel slippery. Zhuang Li looked at the river quietly for a moment, turned around and was about to take a step when he suddenly heard the woman's laughter again. She turned around and saw the distance. A boat rowed across the distant river.

The boat was decorated with colorful silk, and the lanterns swayed, illuminating the figure of the woman playing the piano inside.

The only things that appear in the river in the middle of the night are flower boats.

I hope this woman is unfeeling, safe and happy.

Zhuang Li watched quietly for a moment, then withdrew his gaze and walked inward along the street.

The night is getting darker and heavier, the city is getting deeper and deeper, and the sky and the earth seem to be shrouded in clouds and mist. There are faintly visible figures who are either crying, laughing or running, but they are noisy and silent.

Zhuang Li walked slowly, passing through the clouds and mist without any contamination.

It’s just that I have never actually traveled through the capital, and the dreams created by hearing and hearing gradually become chaotic.

Zhuang Li raised her hand, and a big tree suddenly appeared in the dark night, its branches moving like arms, lifting her up.

Standing on the top of a tall tree, Zhuang Li looked down at the dreamy capital city, and it was boundless and blurry.

But it's not that there is no clue. There is a little light flickering in the blur, which gradually turns into a lotus bud, and the pink petals slowly bloom.

Lotus petals swayed, and a mansion was clearly visible.

Zhuang Li smiled, closed his eyes and fell down.

Dreams rolled in front of me, the maid cleaning the table over and over again, the young man kneeling on the ground crying, the young man holding the gold and silver mountain laughing, the young lady looking in the mirror with her head full of jewels, the lady riding a gorgeous carriage through the street, And a man standing solemnly, splashing ink and waving a brush.

"My Lu family has made great contributions to the great Zhou Dynasty."

"I want to go to court, I want to go to court."

"Bring me my court dress—"

The next moment I stepped onto the broad street and saw a palace towering in front of me.

Zhuang Li opened his eyes suddenly, and the light and shadow swirled around each other. The blooming lotus petals slowly closed, swallowing the light and annihilating it instantly.

The darkness in the cramped room gradually receded, and as the person turned over on the bed, a lotus flower on the bedside closed its last petal.

Cui'er stretched and slowly opened her eyes. She first saw the lotus buds, a smile appeared on her face, but she was a little regretful.

After that, she never dreamed about her mother again.

But thanks to the old lady’s words, although many people coveted the lotus buds, they didn’t dare to **** away the lotus buds. At most, they crowded into her room to sleep. However, no one dreamed of the Bodhisattva, and there were no miracles. If you are sick, you still need to take medicine to get better. The injury didn't get better instantly.

Everyone gradually lost their minds.

I thought that she was not seriously injured, but that the mother in charge was exaggerating to please the old lady.

Cui'er didn't care about this, it stayed with her, as if her mother had been accompanying her, and that was enough.

Cui'er looked at the lotus buds.

"Get up, don't be lazy -" shouts rang out in the yard, mixed with curses.

Soon there was more noise.

It's time for the lowly servants to get up and go to work, cleaning the house before anyone else wakes up.

Xiang'er, who was in the same room, also woke up. Cui'er hurriedly looked away, put on her clothes, the two of them **** their hair, and rushed out amidst the scoldings of their mother in charge.

At three o'clock in the morning, Ding'anbo was awakened by the noise outside.

"What's the noise?"

Being disturbed from his dream, coupled with a hangover and a headache, Ding Anbo was so angry that he grabbed the tea cup on the bedside and smashed it on the ground.

The maid outside the door was so frightened that she knelt down: "Uncle, it's the madam who is here."

Mrs. Ding'anbo had already walked in. Looking at the lingering smell of alcohol in the study and the red sweat towel scattered on the floor, one could imagine how absurd it was here last night.

Mrs. Ding'anbo said solemnly: "Uncle, you can't be too ridiculous. When will this happen?"

Uncle Ding An shook his loose robe and said angrily: "Why are you getting up so early? I don't have to go to court."

(End of chapter)