White Hedge Dream

Chapter 97 Awakening from Dream

Zhu Shan was horrified, thinking of what his entourage said.

That soft lady is dead of illness!

Dead!

Not a human being!

It's a ghost!

He struggled hard, and a hoarse voice finally came out of his mouth.

ah-

With this shout ringing in his ears, his vision became shaken, and the head of the woman leaning in front of him was shattered.

Nightmare, this is a nightmare, wake up.

He screamed in his mind, trying hard to open his eyes.

As long as you open your eyes, you'll be fine.

But the moment the woman's head shattered and the white bones dissipated, a strand of black hair emerged from the white bones, getting more and more thick, climbing up his chest and onto his neck, entwining layer by layer.

Zhu Shan struggled and tore hard, his movements slowly getting smaller and smaller, and his eyes became more and more distracted.

In his scattered vision, he saw the broken interior solidified. There were tables and chairs, and papers were placed on the table. It seemed that the night wind was gently turning it, and a female figure was standing in front of the bed.

Like the woman who was sitting and crying just now, but not.

She exudes a strange aura.

Is it a human?

Is it a ghost?

Is...who?

Zhu Shan couldn't make a sound to ask, watching the woman's eyes looking at him faintly, slowly putting her hands on her neck, pinching it hard, as if she wanted to strangle herself to death.

She was pinching herself, why was he the one who was suffocating?

With the last thought flashing through his mind, Zhu Shan closed his eyes and fell into darkness.

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In the dim night, Zhuang Li looked at his hands.

Zhu Shan was dead and separated from his dream. After crossing the triple dream, her hands were already somewhat transparent.

However, in the night before my eyes, there were no bells ringing and no collapse or shattering.

The dream is stable, and the reality and reality are at peace with each other.

A trace of ridicule appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Sure enough, he only protects the blood of the emperor's heir. In the eyes of that emperor, everyone else is not considered a human being.

So although the imperial bell prevented her from approaching Bai Ying, it could not threaten her existence.

It doesn't matter, she will wait.

Wait until the emperor's heir is born.

She turned to leave, but stopped again inexplicably. Her eyes fell on the desk, the paper was flipping, and the name written on it was faintly visible.

Suddenly I remembered that Zhu Shan was killing people in the street and investigating the remaining members of Chiang Kai-shek.

Well, the name he wrote down was naturally also that of Chiang Kai-shek.

Since it's such a coincidence, let's let everyone think that it was Empress Chiang Kai-shek's ghost who asked for his life.

She stretched out her hand and incited the night wind to swirl around the room. The two pieces of paper flew up and scattered on Zhu Shan's body.

Noisy footsteps came from outside.

"Boss?"

There were questions outside the door, and lights flickered.

Zhu Shan was as alert as Zhang Ze, and he was guarded by his entourage when he slept. He came over after hearing any strange movement.

Because there was no response, the attendant suddenly opened the door, and the light he held poured into the room. When the light and dark met, there seemed to be mist floating around, and it seemed that he was just dazzled.

The attendant forcefully opened his eyes, and the next moment he saw Zhu Shan leaning against the bed, his face pale, his eyes wide open, his tongue sticking out, the bed curtain was torn off, wrapped around his neck, and his hands were still holding it tightly. Both ends of the bed tent.

Accompanied by the candlelight, blood slowly flowed from Zhu Shan's mouth, nose and eyes.

The attendant felt his heart shattered, and the candle lantern in his hand fell to the ground.

"Here comes someone—the boss hanged himself—"

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There seemed to be a noise in my ears, and it seemed like the whispering of insects.

squeak squeak.

The sound became clear, like crickets dancing in my ears.

Mr. Lin nodded suddenly and opened his eyes. In his daze, he saw the bed curtain shaking with his movements, and there seemed to be black insects flashing past.

It's early winter, where are the insects?

Mr. Lin thought to himself that the next moment he became clear, the incense burner was burned out, and the room was filled with green light. It turned out that he fell asleep leaning on the bed.

When I saw that the booklet was still clutched in my hand, I thought that I was reading to my wife earlier, but I didn't expect that I fell asleep while reading.

He looked at the booklet in his hand, he had reached the last page, and his finger was pressing on a line of words.

"More than a year later, Chengzi's spirit has returned to his old self. He said that his body has been transformed and weaved. He is agile and good at fighting. Now he is Su'er."

When he read it out, he couldn't help but smile. What an interesting story.

He looked at the bed: "Rou Niang, you have been sleeping like this, have you turned into a cricket?" At this point, he shook his head again, "No, you are so beautiful, you should turn into a butterfly."

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but murmur.

Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies.

My wife will not really turn into a butterfly in her sleep and never come back.

He didn't know what he was thinking, his mind went blank. Looking at his wife's sleeping face, which became increasingly pale, tears fell down uncontrollably.

The next moment, I suddenly saw my wife's brows frowning.

Is it dazzled? Manager Lin quickly opened his eyes wide and saw his wife let out a muffled groan, and her chest began to rise and fall violently, as if she wanted to cough, but she couldn't.

"Rou Niang, Rou Niang." He rushed towards her, not caring if the booklet fell to the ground.

When the maids and women outside heard the noise, they rushed in and helped lift Mrs. Lin up and beat her shoulders and back.

With a violent cough, Mrs. Lin spit out a mouthful of black blood, and she opened her eyes.

"I, I-" She wanted to speak, but her voice was hoarse and she coughed again.

"Rou Niang." Boss Lin called out in a trembling voice, urging the maid, "Hurry and ask for Dr. Zhang."

The servant girl left in a hurry.

Mrs. Lin was calmer than before and no longer coughed. A blush appeared on her pale face. She looked at Mr. Lin and suddenly smiled: "Qilang, I had a dream, a sweet dream."

At this point, his eyes were a little dazed.

"But, but I can't remember."

The dream that was still clear at the moment of vomiting blood was like the ebbing sea water receding, leaving behind a clean and traceless beach, empty.

Mr. Lin doesn't understand and doesn't care. If he can't remember the dream, he can't remember it, as long as it's not a dream now.

He held Mrs. Lin's hand tightly: "It's okay, it's okay. When you wake up, your dream will come true."

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Zhou Jingyun walked in and was startled when he saw Chun Yue carefully wrapping a layer of cloth around Zhuang Li's hand in the morning light.

"What's going on?" he asked.

Something happened again last night?

He frowned, he was not well at all and could not sleep alone.

Zhuang Li hurriedly explained: "I woke up early in the morning and made tea by myself. I accidentally knocked it over and got burned." He then looked at his wrapped hands, "Actually, it's not that serious. It's just a little red and swollen, but there are no blisters, because I applied the medicine and wrapped it up to avoid rubbing it on my body.”

He said he was going to untie it and show it to Zhou Jingyun.

Zhou Jingyun hurriedly stopped him and glanced at Chunyue.

Chun Yue's face was filled with self-blame.

But Zhou Jingyun knew that Zhuang Li had a habit of not letting his maids serve him, let alone sleep with him, so she couldn't blame him.

In the past, he had the habit of drinking water in the morning. These days, when he wakes up, he drinks a glass for himself and pours a glass for Zhuang Li.

The only thing to blame is that he forgot to tell Chun Yue to be ready.

"Be careful in the future." He only said.

Zhuang Li smiled at him and said, of course, this injury was not caused by tea burns. She fanned the pieces of paper and landed on Zhu Shan last night. At that time, her dream was illusory, and the paper was real. She touched it with illusion. Reality penetrates the boundary between reality and reality before being burned.

This was a big taboo for her in her sleepwalking, but it wasn't serious if she did it occasionally. Just take a rest and it would be fine.

"I slept very well last night." Zhuang Li changed the subject and asked with a smile, "Did the prince sleep well too?"

Zhou Jingyun was a little funny. How could a wife ask her husband, who was sleeping in the concubine's room, if he slept well.

The care between husband and wife is not like this.

Didn’t you see that the mood of the maidservant in the room became weird?

But of course, he knew that her concern was not as a wife, but as Zhuang Li.

Zhou Jingyun pursed his lips, nodded vaguely, and told Chun Yue: "Place the food."

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According to the rules of the house, after the mistress has finished eating, the food is served in the concubine's room.

The two women carried food boxes to Aunt Mei's yard, but they saw the door of the house was closed, and the little girl was sitting on the porch, cutting shoes.

I waved my hands when I saw the ladies delivering food.

"Auntie is catching up on her sleep. She won't eat anymore. She'll eat at lunch time." She whispered.

The two women looked at each other and smiled strangely.

"It seems that my aunt was exhausted last night." They said, "Then take a good rest."

The whispers from outside came in, but she couldn't hear them clearly and didn't bother to listen. She turned over and covered her head with the quilt and continued to sleep.

Who would have thought that the prince had been reading in the room all night, and she barely closed her eyes.

So sleepy.

The prince must not come tonight.