White Hedge Dream

Chapter 76 Thoughts

Night gradually enveloped the capital, and pedestrians on the streets became hurried. Some people were rushing to go home before the dusk curfew, while many people were rushing to have fun in the brothel.

Qufang, which is not subject to the curfew, has also come to the lively time of the day.

There are noisy buildings here and quiet private restaurants, each with its own interesting interests and its own audience.

In the gloomy night, an inconspicuous car parked in front of a quiet house in Beiqufang, and a boy came to knock on the door.

The charming woman answered the door and looked at the carriage with a smile, "Mr. Shen is here."

As he spoke, a man wrapped in a cloak and a hood covering his head and face stepped out of the carriage.

People on the street were not surprised to see it. Those who were officials always dressed like this. They wanted to visit a brothel but were afraid of being seen.

"Lian Niang is looking forward to you, husband." The woman said softly, "You haven't been here for a while. Lien Niang has cried several times. Please go and comfort her."

As he spoke, the door was closed, blocking the view of the people on the street, and they could only imagine how delicious it was inside.

The courtyard is small and beautiful, there is no noise, only the faint sound of bamboos, mixed with the quiet singing of women.

However, when the door of the inner room was opened, there was no beautiful girl inside, only three middle-aged men. Their faces were either gloomy, or sad or happy, and one of them was pacing back and forth. Seeing someone else coming, they They greeted each other.

"Mr. Shen is here."

"Come in quickly."

"Did you hear that?"

"Mother, is she really back?!"

The man who was called Mr. Shen stepped forward and said, "Everyone, listen to me, the empress is indeed back..."

The door was closed immediately, cutting off the voices. Although the beautiful woman only heard half of the words, her eyebrows were filled with surprise and her smile spread. She immediately lowered her gaze and stood guard in front of the door herself.

In the night, the sound of singing and music lingered.

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Zhou Jingyun and Zhuang Li sat across from each other to eat in the night.

As always, he rejected the maids.

"Are you feeling better today?" Zhou Jingyun asked.

Zhuang Li nodded: "I'll just have a good sleep for a few days and I'll be fine."

She just looked very serious, but in fact she was not seriously injured, thanks to that dreamless state.

It will return to normal after a few days.

Zhou Jingyun lowered his head and took a bite of food: "Something seems to have happened in the palace."

Zhuang Li held his chopsticks and asked quickly: "What happened?"

So what happened in the dream that night was indeed noticed in reality? What is that formation? Who set it up? What would Bai Ying say? Tell someone about your nightmare about meeting your sister?

She had so many questions.

Looking at Zhuang Li's shining eyes, Zhou Jingyun pursed his lips and said, "Yes, it's haunted."

Zhuang Li chuckled.

It was quite funny to say this. Zhou Jingyun smiled bitterly and said, "Xuan Yangzi from the Holy Ancestor Temple said it."

The Holy Ancestor watched Xuanyangzi, and Zhuang Li understood in his heart that the dream that was broken that night should have something to do with this person.

She knew that the Holy Ancestor Temple was a place where Tao ancestors were enshrined.

But she only knew this. After all, she had never been to the capital, and Mr. Zhuang had never told her that there were "monsters" in the Holy Ancestor Temple.

Zhou Jingyun's voice continued to reach his ears.

"But this matter can't just be treated as a joke."

Zhuang Li hummed. This matter was certainly not a joke to her.

"People often use things like ghosts and ghosts to create troubles, so be careful during these days."

Zhuang Li nodded, lowered his head and took a sip of food. He raised his head again when he thought of something and asked, "Did you say it was some kind of ghost that caused the trouble?"

Did the old Taoist from the Holy Ancestor Temple see her and regard her as a ghost?

Zhou Jingyun, holding chopsticks to pick vegetables, paused: "Yes, Empress Chiang's ghost."

Empress Chiang? Zhuang Li was stunned for a moment.

Zhou Jingyun's voice immediately continued: "This is not surprising, after all, all the bad things are her fault." After that, he coughed lightly.

"Don't say this outside."

This was because Empress Chiang was aggrieved, and it was very troublesome for others to hear her.

Zhuang Li nodded and said: "Of course I won't say it outside. Naturally, this can only be said among us Chiang Kai-shek party members."

Zhou Jingyun chuckled, this little girl is also good at telling jokes sometimes.

"Let's eat." He said softly and handed a piece of fish to Zhuang Li.

Zhuang Li thanked him and lowered his head to carefully pick up the bones and eat the fish.

It turns out that the old Taoist believed that the ghost of Empress Chiang was causing trouble, Zhuang Li thought, and that was right. For the people in the palace, Empress Chiang was the biggest taboo and nightmare.

That's good. It's better to think it's a ghost than to think it's a human being.

With the ghost of Empress Chiang standing in front of her, she would be safe.

Zhuang Li pursed her lips. This was probably her benefit as a member of the Empress of Chiang Kai-shek.

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As the night light swayed, the sound of reading became distant. Zhou Jingyun looked at Bai Li with his eyes closed next to him, breathing slowly and falling asleep.

It took longer than yesterday to read and coax me to sleep, which shows that my spirit has indeed improved.

Zhou Jingyun put down the book and was about to turn off the light but then stopped. He was stunned for a moment, then gently lifted up the quilt and got out of bed.

The figure reflected on the tent swayed slightly and went outside. As the door opened and closed gently, the room fell into silence.

Zhuang Li opened his eyes, slightly confused.

Didn't you go to the clean room? Where has this gone? At midnight.

Of course, everyone has their own habits.

Coming to Dongyang Hou Mansion has already disrupted Zhou Jingyun's living habits, so it's better not to interfere too much with his affairs.

Zhuang Li turned inward and closed his eyes.

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Feng'er, who was sleepy in the outer courtyard, was startled when he saw Zhou Jingyun walking in.

"Your Majesty, what's the matter?" he asked, going to wake up the others.

Zhou Jingyun waved his hand to stop him: "I can't sleep. Come to the study to find some notes without disturbing everyone."

This is true. When the prince is away from home, he often stays up late at night and studies hard.

Feng'er didn't ask any more questions, turned on the lights in the study, and was kicked out by Zhou Jingyun.

"Go to sleep and don't disturb me."

In the large study room, Zhou Jingyun held up the lamp and walked towards the bookshelf on one side. It opened up two rooms and was densely decorated with bookshelves, storing various books and scrolls.

Zhou Jingyun walked straight to the innermost bookshelf, placed the lamp on the lampstand, and gently pulled out a book. The bookshelf originally against the wall made a clicking sound, and a hidden compartment popped up.

The dark grid is not big, and there is a roll of paper.

Zhou Jingyun watched silently for a moment, then stretched out his hand and slowly unfolded it. Under the flickering light, a woman's temples first appeared in his sight, followed by a plump forehead and a pair of autumn eyes...

Under the dim light, her eyes, slightly colored with indigo, seemed to look at him curiously as they opened.

Zhou Jingyun retracted his hand, and the unrolled painting was rolled up again.

He stood quietly for a moment, stuffed the painting back into the dark space, took off the lamp and walked slowly outside, his shadow stretched long on the ground.

During dinner, if Zhuang Li didn't ask, he had no intention of saying that it was Empress Chiang's ghost that was causing trouble.

It’s okay not to say such absurd things.

Can a person really come back after his life is gone?

Zhou Jingyun looked at the swaying lamp shadow.

If you come back, where can you go?