Chapter 30: Dreams, some changes
Nan Yan's breath was choked, and before she could react, she felt a sinking sensation on her wrist. The world was spinning around her, and she was suddenly pulled down and fell heavily on the bed.
"ah--!"
Prince Yan's bed was not soft, and was even a little hard. When she fell, her head hit the bed board hard. She let out a low cry and her vision went black.
When she looked again, a sharp sword was already against her throat.
It was the long sword that King Yan had placed beside his pillow. At that moment, he pressed himself under his body and pulled out the long sword with his backhand, his movements as fast as lightning.
She trembled slightly, especially feeling the sharp blade, which was only a few millimeters away from the skin on her neck. As long as she moved, the sword would cut her throat.
She said in horror: "Your Highness..."
Zhu Feng covered her, and there seemed to be a flame burning faintly in his deep pupils. The flame made his breath a little hotter, like the breath of an animal.
He said in a deep voice: "What are you going to do?"
“…”
Although he had woken up and accurately pulled out the long sword beside his pillow, his mind seemed to be still trapped in the dream and he couldn't even tell who the person in front of him was.
He just used the instinct and intuition of a beast to deal with people who approached him.
He exerted force with his hand, and the tip of the sword moved closer to Nan Yan's neck, almost piercing her skin. Nan Yan trembled and wanted to speak, but because she was too nervous, her throat gurgled and she couldn't say a word.
“I—I—”
She was so anxious that her eyes turned red, but she couldn't say a word.
The sharp edge of the sword flashed coldly in front of her eyes, as if death was coming.
Just then, a "click" sound was heard in my ears.
Something fell to the ground.
This sound seemed like a flash of inspiration. Zhu Feng was shocked. When he turned around, he saw a fan falling to the ground from Nan Yan's hand.
fan……?
Something seemed to come to his mind in his confused mind. When he turned around, he saw the pale and frightened little girl who was pressed under him.
His brows furrowed even tighter: "What are you doing with the fan?!"
It was only at this time that Nan Yan finally found her voice: "Slave servant, slave servant is here to fan His Highness."
“…”
"Your Highness seemed a little uncomfortable just now...so this servant——"
Her voice kept trembling and she couldn't even finish a sentence. When Zhu Feng heard what she said, he looked back at the fan on the ground and frowned even more tightly.
Today, he slept a little more deeply than usual because he had a dream.
It was that dream again, the dream that had puzzled him ever since he was old enough to understand. In the dream, he was always in a wasteland, with heavy fog and yellow sand all over the sky, making it almost impossible for him to see his hand in front of him.
Every time he entered this kind of dream, it felt like someone was strangling him and suffocating him.
He wanted to get rid of it. Even though he never believed in supernatural powers, he asked He Yi if he could use their Taoist methods of exorcising ghosts and evil spirits to dispel his dream. However, He Yi only said that it was his inner demon that could not be dispelled by external forces, and he was still plagued by such nightmares.
But today, the reason why I slept more deeply was because the dream seemed to have changed a little.
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