The sound of Mo Chunhua snoring in her sleep could already be heard. She had been very tired these past few days and passed out as soon as she touched the pillow.
Xiao Nanhui turned over, and the half jade pendant hidden under the pillow emerged, piercing her eyes and arrogantly flaunting its presence. She angrily stuffed it back under the pillow and closed her eyes tightly, silently muttering to herself: Out of sight, out of mind.
She should be worried about Xiao Zhun, but she was always distracted by this incoherent matter.
Perhaps once Ding Weixiang succeeds, the various armies will converge in Bijiang, and then she'll be able to meet Xiao Zhun with good reason. Will their reunion be different from before? After all, they haven't seen each other for a long time, and he hasn't seen her in armor yet. Will he not recognize her?
The corners of her mouth curled up slightly. It didn't matter, as long as she could recognize him.
But then she thought of Xiao Zhun risking his life on the battlefield, his life or death in a split second, while she could only stay in this cramped little tent, doing nothing more than being the emperor's personal guard. Xiao Nanhui's heart burned with unbearable pain. She only hoped that the war would soon turn around. No matter what the outcome, she would request permission to return to the Subei Camp and fight alongside him again.
Amidst all kinds of complicated and disturbing thoughts, Xiao Nanhui fell into a light sleep.
The tiny fragments of memory, mixed with the increasingly humid air in the tent, made her head dizzy.
In a trance, she returned to King Kang's palace in Tongcheng that night.
The huge orchid that was hovering above his head disappeared. Looking out from the patio in the center of the Xuemi Hall, a big, round moon was hanging in the sky.
Tick, tick.
Something dripped onto the floor.
She looked down at her hand. The half jade pendant lay quietly in the palm of her hand, still dripping with water, as if it had just been fished out of the pond a second ago.
Looking around, the fallen table and broken pieces disappeared, leaving only a figure in white standing in front of the shattered throne with its back to her.
"Back south."
Someone called her, it was that most familiar voice.
Xiao Nanhui turned around happily and saw Xiao Zhun standing at the door of the hall.
The moonlight gently poured in from behind him, outlining a silhouette.
She couldn't quite make out his expression, but the tone of his voice when he called her was so familiar and kind.
Her steps involuntarily wanted to walk out of the hall, but after taking a few steps, she seemed to remember something and stopped.
She slowly turned her head. The moon-white figure was still standing before the throne, quiet and motionless.
A voice said in her heart: Xiao Nanhui, you have to see who this person is.
As if possessed by a demon, she turned and walked towards the throne in the darkness.
"Nanhui, don't go there, it's very dangerous."
Xiao Zhun's voice sounded behind her, hinting at anxiety.
Is it dangerous? She seemed to know that it was dangerous, but after just one glance, it shouldn't be a problem, right?
Just one look, godfather. After that, she could let it go and never think about it again.
Ten steps away, five steps away, three steps away.
She could already see the pattern on the man's clothes.
Hello?
She wanted to call out to that person, but the figure slowly turned around the next second. At the same time, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, dark clouds covered the moon, and the entire hall was plunged into darkness in an instant.
She was startled and looked around in a daze when a hand grabbed her wrist tightly, as hard as steel.
The moonlight in front of me had been swallowed by darkness, and there was an overwhelming damp smell in the air, like the smell emanating from a decaying tomb, which made people feel fear and trembling.
She wanted to retreat in shock, but she couldn't break free no matter what. Looking back at the door of the hall, Xiao Zhun's figure was slowly swallowed up and disappeared from her sight.
Godfather!
She heard the cry in her heart.
No, that's not right. It shouldn't be like this.
Wake up, wake up quickly.
Xiao Nanhui opened his eyes crying in fear and regret.
What caught my eye was still the rough linoleum above my head.
She felt a little dizzy, and she scrambled to her feet, groping to hold Pingxian in her arms. Only then did her mood slowly calm down.
She had not yet heard the sound of the soldiers announcing the time, so she had no idea what time it was. She only felt that the sky outside the tent was still gloomy.
The damp smell in the air grew stronger, like the smell she smelled in her dream.
"Mo Chunhua?"
There was no response in the darkness, only the faint sound of someone turning over could be heard.
Normally, Xiao Nanhui would have gone back to bed and continued sleeping. But today, for some reason, perhaps because of the lingering fear from the nightmare, she was wide awake.
She thought about it, put on her shoes and boots, and walked out of the tent.
The moment he opened the tent, Xiao Nanhui thought there was something wrong with his eyes.
She stretched out her hand and waved it in front of her eyes, only to see two blurry shadows. She then looked down at her feet and only saw a bit of gray at the top of her boots.
She took a few steps forward and when she looked back, she could no longer see the tent opening.
Beside her left shoulder stood the flag of the Guangyao Camp. The flag had become fuzzy from being weathered, and now not even a single thread on it moved.
The torches in the camp were like will-o'-the-wisp fires scattered everywhere, and the moonlight completely disappeared.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, as if everything had melted away in this dreamlike confusion.
It's fog.
A once-in-a-century fog.
The night watchman's voice came intermittently.
"At the beginning of the first month of the year, dawn begins to break. As the night draws to a close, a glimmer of hope appears..."
Xiao Nanhui walked towards the voice and grabbed the night watchman's shoulder.
"How long has this fog been here?"
The man was startled. After seeing that it was a human and not a ghost, he slowly answered, "Around, around three o'clock in the morning, I got up."
After three o'clock in the morning? That would have been several o'clock.
"What day is today?"
"My Lord, on October 26th, it snowed heavily."
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