Xiao Nanhui had another nightmare.
When people are in a dream, they are often unaware that it is a dream. But strangely, this time she was extremely aware that she was in a dream.
She seemed to be standing on Jingbo Tower, the setting sun in the sky was like a stream of fire, and the streets of Quecheng below were empty.
A wind chime on the corner of the eaves chimed silently. It was so quiet all around that not even the slightest sound of wind could be heard.
She wanted to turn and leave, but found that there was no way out of the square pavilion. The stone brick walls had no doors or windows, and the railings stretched endlessly, always returning to their starting point after turning four corners.
Strange, everything is strange.
She hesitated for a moment and wanted to walk closer to the railing to see what was happening downstairs. When she saw a corner of the rockery beside the lake, someone patted her lightly and quickly from behind.
Xiao Nanhui stopped and looked back.
I saw a young and beautiful woman standing a few steps behind me.
The woman was truly beautiful. But for some reason, although she knew it was a pretty face, she couldn't discern the style of her hair, the shape of her eyebrows, or the color of her lipstick. Only her eyes, as serene and clear as a mirror, seemed the only clear thing visible on that confusing face, soothing and captivating her like an unfathomable vortex.
The beautiful woman looked at her for a while, then waved her hand, as if asking her to come closer.
She hesitated for a moment, took a few steps closer and put her head closer.
The woman leaned over gently and spoke in her ear.
What?
What is she talking about?
Xiao Nanhui frowned, wanting to get closer and hear more clearly, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't hear those few words.
After a long time, the woman finally stepped back, looking at her with some regret in her eyes. Then she tilted her head and thought for a while, then raised her right hand and pointed at the palm of her left hand.
This time, Xiao Nanhui understood instantly and reached out his hand.
The woman's fingertips fell gently.
Two horizontal strokes, one vertical stroke, one left stroke and one right stroke.
Xiao Nanhui widened his eyes, and when the woman was about to continue writing, the scene around her suddenly changed.
The fiery red sunset became dim and dull, the streets of Quecheng not far away were collapsing, and the Jingbo Tower under her feet began to sink and become turbulent like the quicksand pit in the Suyan Gobi Desert.
She felt the force of falling again, and in the last moment before entering the darkness, she felt the woman gently cup her fingers and place them on her heart.
Darkness came from all directions, and then something lit up in the darkness.
It's an oil lamp.
Was the dream over? Had she actually woken up?
Xiao Nan thought back to get the oil lamp, but after taking two steps, he found that the bricks and stones on the ground were so familiar.
These were the floor tiles of the Qinghuai Marquis's mansion. She was standing in the side courtyard of the mansion. She hadn't left the dream yet.
Why is it a side courtyard?
Even when she was competing with Shrike Dong to hide the wine, she would rarely come here, let alone at night, because Aunt Dai lived here and she was always afraid of disturbing her.
The wick in the oil lamp had shrunk, and the only light in the darkness was getting dimmer and dimmer.
Xiao Nanhui stared at the oil lamp and suddenly remembered something.
Wait, she seemed to remember this scene.
That night, she visited Yao Yi to investigate Zou Sifang. Yao Yi said the letter had been returned and gave her a set of keys. She used these keys to unlock Aunt Dai's side room. Then, in a dusty lacquer box, she found a bloodstained shirt and a belt.
Xiao Nanhui lowered his head.
At this moment, she was holding the ribbon in the palm of her right hand.
A shadow stopped behind her. She was startled and turned around quickly, only to see Aunt Dai standing barefoot a few steps away.
Her face was strangely distorted at this moment, her eyes were wide open as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, staring at the thing in Xiao Nanhui's hand.
Xiao Dai's mouth was wide open, as if she was screaming silently.
Then, she suddenly walked towards her quickly, opened her fingers wide, and grabbed her neck.
Everything happened so fast that Xiao Nan had no time to react when he came back, let alone attack Aunt Dai.
She rolled her eyes and struggled hard in her dream.
However, even though her consciousness was extremely clear, her body was so weak that she couldn't even make a sound.
She looked up, and above her was a dark sky without stars or moon.
Finally, she heard a sound.
A distant, muffled sound.
"Wake up." His voice was very soft, and his breath fell on her ear like a gust of wind blowing past, "You are having a nightmare."
In an instant, the heavy pressure on her body that made her breathless was suddenly relieved. Xiao Nanhui felt that her body had regained control again. Her five fingers instinctively touched the dagger at her waist and pulled it out violently.
Then she opened her eyes.
She saw a hand with veins bulging from exertion extending from her sweat-soaked sleeves. The dagger in her hand flashed with a cold light, and the most dangerous part of the dagger's blade was resting on the man's slender, white neck.
Her vision gradually focused, her hand loosened, and the dagger fell onto the cushion.
"S-Sorry..."
He didn't say anything, just held her trembling hand, pulled her closer, and patted her on the back.
His movements were very light, and there was some uncertainty and hesitation when he put them down, unlike Dujuan's hands, which were always so confident and bold.
But even so, it was enough for her.
Xiao Nanhui took a deep breath and looked out the window.
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