Chapter 33 Chapter 33 Xie Tingyu, I dreamed that you died. ...
As the surrounding scenery gradually faded to gray, Ji Lian realized with surprise that he was dreaming again at this moment.
This is another nightmare.
Thick, scalding blood trickled down the cracks in the bluestone slabs, reaching Ji Lian's feet and staining his shoes brown. He stumbled out of the dim alley, and the sight he encountered froze his blood.
Broken limbs were scattered everywhere, broken hands, arms, and even heads could be seen everywhere. Corpses were piled up and abandoned on the streets, mixed with the smell of blood, which made people nauseous.
This should have been the bustling alleyway of Jiankang City. Now, the wooden doors of the common people's homes were wide open, and heartbreaking wails could be heard from within. A dark figure holding a torch passed by, followed by the muffled sound of a blade piercing flesh, and the cries abruptly ceased.
Ji Lian took a few steps back in shock, the blood in her vision suddenly distorting. When her vision cleared again, she saw the surroundings transformed into the residences of wealthy families.
The vermilion-lacquered gate had long been cleaved open by a heavy axe, blood splattering the white walls. Now, the beaded curtain was torn down by a blade, and the crisp sound of shattering porcelain echoed from behind the coral screen. Servants with disheveled hair were repeatedly dragged into the dark alley, accompanied by the sound of ripping fabric and suppressed sobs.
"Kill! Kill all these high-handed people!" The roar pierced the eardrums.
"They treat us like ants," a dark figure raised a bloody sickle, "without even a shred of mercy. Kill them all!"
Mobs kept pouring in from outside, holding ring-handled swords, horizontal swords, or farm tools such as axe and sickles, with ferocious and terrifying faces.
They were like locusts, killing wherever they went.
Most of the nobles lived a life of luxury and extravagance, having long forgotten about the training of the imperial guards. Their mansions and gardens were completely destroyed by this group of people.
"You bunch of troublemakers, what do you want to do..."
The scolding of a lady in gorgeous attire came to an abrupt end. A sickle precisely caught the back of her snow-white neck. With a crisp "crack," the head, adorned with a golden phoenix hairpin, fell at an incredible angle.
A stream of blood splashed onto the glazed screen beside it, dyeing the misty rainy scene of Jiangnan on it scarlet.
Ji Lian's soul was trembling with fear. It felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat, preventing him from even a scream. His internal organs felt like they were being plucked, and his abdomen was churning. His knees gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, watching helplessly as the body, with its head and body separated, toppled towards him.
Ji Lian wanted to dodge but was completely exhausted. He instinctively closed his eyes, but the expected collision and blood did not happen.
When I opened my eyes again, the scene in my dream had changed strangely again.
The moon, like a jade disk, hung high in the night sky. Under the shimmering moonlight, the figure in the distance, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit with narrow sleeves, outlined his sharp features. A three-foot-wide belt held his figure in place, making it as slender as a bamboo.
Ji Lian looked over and her heart sank. The man was Xie Tingyu.
Xie Tingyu walked slowly towards them alone, surrounded by white mist and undercurrents.
Ji Lian couldn't tell where Xie Tingyu was. He followed closely behind him, his heart inexplicably tightening.
Suddenly, several dark shadows rose from the mist, their icy gleams darting straight for Xie Tingyu's vital points. Her form was like a crane, gracefully dodging the flashing swords and sabers. A few exchanges saw three men fall to the ground. But for some reason, her movements seemed to stagnate. Unprepared, she suffered a slashing wound on her left arm, a few inches long. Blood trickled down her forearm.
Just when Ji Lian thought the crisis was over, the assassin, who should have been dead, suddenly leaped up and stabbed Xie Tingyu's thigh with a ring-handled sword with a piercing sound. She groaned and knelt on one knee. Before she could react, another horizontal sword pierced her chest, the tip of the sword piercing from her chest to her shoulder blade.
"No!!!!!!"
Ji Lian was so shocked by this scene that his mind was shattered. The sword seemed to be cutting his heart, causing him so much pain that his liver and liver were torn apart and his whole body was trembling.
This happened all night.
Today it is still drizzling and the sky is gray.
Jiangzhu lifted the veil and saw the scene inside, and was shocked.
The man lying on the bed stared at the carvings on the ceiling with empty eyes. There was a blue tinge under his eyelids, his face was haggard and pale, and he looked like he had lost his soul.
"Your Highness..." Jiangzhu called out tentatively.
Ji Lian turned to look at Jiang Zhu and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is Xie Tingyu?"
"It's just past noon." Jiangzhu hung the gauze curtain on the silver hook. "Master Xie should be with Madam Cui now."
"Please help me dress up. I'm going to see her."
When Jiangzhu was helping Ji Lian to dress, she lifted the hem of her clothes very carefully. When she saw the obvious scarlet toad blood on her abdomen, the heart that had been stuck in her throat finally settled down. She skillfully tied up Ji Lian's hair and took out the veil to put on her.
The two went out together.
Cui Yuanying shot an arrow right into the bull's eye. He turned around and shouted to Xie Tingyu triumphantly, "Look! I hit another one!"
Cui Yuanying turned his head and caught a glimpse of the master and servant standing on the small bamboo bridge, holding umbrellas. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he muttered quietly, "Are they really that inseparable? Even watching them practice archery?"
Seeing Xie Tingyu approaching, Cui Yuanying instinctively reached forward. Just as she was about to touch Xie Tingyu's shoulder, she felt a sudden, cold light radiate from the other side of the small bamboo bridge. She simply put her arm around Xie Tingyu's neck and said, "Your young master, can't you really leave me for even a moment? In such a rainy day, you're still holding an umbrella and looking at me eagerly. You truly have a deep affection for me."
Xie Tingyu slapped her arm away and drew his bow. The bowstring rang, and the arrow flew through the air, splitting the arrow Cui Yuanying had just shot at the bull's eye. Raindrops slid down the arrow's feathers. Without even turning her head, her voice mingled with the sound of the rain: "Did he provoke you? Why do you dislike him so much?"
Cui Yuanying had already heard about the five beauties being sent away from the study. She leaned forward and whispered in Xie Tingyu's ear, "Men are so jealous. They've driven away five beautiful women in the blink of an eye."
Xie Tingyu said nothing, and another arrow flew out of the bowstring, breaking through the rain curtain with a sharp whistling sound.
"If you ask me—" Cui Yuanying suddenly raised her voice, making sure her words could reach the other side of the small bamboo bridge, "No matter how handsome a man is, he's just a thing for the bed. He hasn't even married into the family, he doesn't even have the status of a concubine, and yet you're meddling in everything."
"I'm telling you, if you're too nice to a man, he'll just take advantage of you."
"I remember there was a pair of newly raised twins in Chunzhen Tower. They were virgins and had never been seen before. When the time comes, you... well..."
Xie Tingyu pinched Cui Yuanying's upper and lower lips with two fingers and said, "Noisy."
Xie Tingyu took off his fingernail, opened an umbrella, and walked towards the small bamboo bridge. The two men did not speak, but after a few glances at each other, they left together in tacit understanding.
Seeing the two of them leaving, Cui Yuanying shook his head and sighed, "Why hang yourself on a tree? If you take a big step back, you'll end up with a vast forest!"
Originally, Jiangzhu was holding an umbrella and following Xie Tingyu, but when Ji Lian arrived, she naturally moved under her umbrella. Jiangzhu could only silently step back three steps and follow.
At the mossy corner, Ji Lian's foot suddenly tripped on a raised tree root, causing him to stagger slightly. Xie Tingyu, quick-witted, grasped his elbow. As Ji Lian steadied himself and was about to let go, he grasped Xie Tingyu's hand, his fingertips weaving their way through the gaps between their fingers, eventually interlocking theirs. His wide sleeves fell, completely concealing their intertwined hands.
Xie Tingyu was secretly amazed, wondering when Ji Lian had become so enthusiastic, especially in front of his personal maid. She glanced back, and Jiangzhu immediately lowered her head, ignoring her and trying to minimize her presence.
The beauty's hands were a little cold.
Xie Tingyu asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" Her fingertips scratched his palm, "Your hands are so cold."
Ji Lian lowered her eyelashes and said, "Let's talk in the room."
It happened to be lunchtime, so the two of them returned to their rooms to eat. After the servants had prepared the meal, they all left.
Xie Tingyu saw that Ji Lian looked listless and indifferent to the delicious food on the table.
"What's going on?" Xie Tingyu scooped up a bowl of snow frog soup and pushed it in front of him. "Is there no dish you like today?"
Ji Lian reluctantly lifted the small celadon bowl, took a sip, and set it down. The porcelain spoon made a crisp sound as it touched the rim of the bowl. He stared at the soup, his voice vague, "I had a dream last night. In my dream... there was you..."
Xie Tingyu paused chewing and discreetly scrutinized Ji Lian's expression for a few moments, sensing that it wasn't a good thing. She tentatively asked, "Did I do anything to bully you in my dream?"
"You died in my dream..."
Xie Tingyu: "...Your words are really hurtful. Are you cursing me?"
Then he asked, "Did you kill him? With that golden sword of yours?"
"You were surrounded by many people, and the knife went straight to your heart." Ji Lian suddenly raised her eyes to look at her, her voice choked with sobs, her eyes bloodshot, and her voice broken, "You were seriously injured, and you're bleeding..."
Seeing Ji Lian's face, which looked like it was about to break, Xie Tingyu didn't seem to be talking nonsense. She pulled a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped his tears. "Don't cry, don't cry. Dreams are always the other way around. I'm still in front of you, aren't I?"
Ji Lian clutched Xie Tingyu's wrist, his eyes filled with grief. How could he tell her? His dreams were never wrong. He could never forget the image of Xie Tingyu lying in a pool of blood.
Xie Tingyu wiped her tears again and again, but she couldn't stop crying. She simply took Ji Lian into her arms, let her lean on her shoulders and patted Ji Lian's back again and again.
At first, there was only a slight twitching of the shoulders, which gradually turned into suppressed sobs. The fingers that were hugging Xie Tingyu's lower back gradually tightened, causing wrinkles.
The fabric on the shoulders quickly developed dark water marks.
"Xie Tingyu, I dreamed that you died... Wuuwuwu... Please don't die... I beg you..."
"Immortality...I will definitely live to be a hundred years old." Her tone was gentle, as if she was coaxing a child.
After a long moment, Ji Lian finally looked up from her shoulder. His eyelids were swollen and red like peaches, and his raven-feather hair clung to his tear-stained cheeks. He stood up, walked around behind the screen, and hoarsely called for hot water.
After wrung out a hot towel to clean her face, Ji Lian buried her entire face in the steaming towel and took a deep breath. After everything was taken care of, she walked out from behind the screen.
Ji Lian spotted Xie Tingyu leaning out the window, her sleeve wet with raindrops. He frowned and approached, his voice still hoarse from crying, "What are you doing in this heavy rain?"
Xie Tingyu turned around and closed the carved wooden window. A few raindrops stained his face, and his eyes were clear. "I just did something to make the beauty smile."
"What's the matter?" Ji Lian raised her hand and gently wiped the raindrops from her brow with her fingertips.
Xie Tingyu took a half step back and made a mysterious gesture with his empty hands. He rubbed his thumb from his ring finger to his index finger, snapped his fingers, and like a magic trick, he pulled out a dewy hibiscus from behind Ji Lian's ear. Raindrops shone on the fresh petals, and the white stamens still lingered with the dampness of the summer rain in the courtyard.
She casually tucked the flower into Ji Lian's hair, and the sadness on Ji Lian's face was obscured by the flower. She sighed, "I've often heard people say that people are more beautiful than flowers. Now I finally see it." She bowed and imitated the actor's tone, "Excuse me, my beautiful sir, I wonder what dream disturbed you last night, causing you to look so sad?"
Ji Lian pursed her lips and smiled faintly, letting most of her sadness fade away. She turned her head away and whispered as softly as a mosquito, "You just act weird."
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The author has something to say: The former Lianlian: Go away, I hate you
Lianlian now: Wuuuuu, please don’t die
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