White Hedge Dream

Chapter 108 Faint

Shangguan Yue sneezed suddenly and opened her eyes, feeling dizzy.

Reb heard the noise and pushed the door open from outside.

"Master, are you awake?" he said, holding a bowl of sweet soup in his hand. "It's still early before dark. Let's sleep a little longer."

Shangguan Yue shook his head, sat down and stretched: "I won't sleep anymore." Then he asked Rui Bo, "Didn't the consort send any news?"

Originally, he had just finished beating Shangguan Kejiu, and Shangguan's consort wanted to meet Shangguan Yue to teach his son a lesson and give an explanation to his family. However, he did not expect to encounter the incident involving Princess Jinyu and Lingquan Temple. Zhang Ze took Shangguan's brothers who were nearby at the time. The two also inquired.

In order to avoid getting involved too much and causing unnecessary trouble, Shangguan's consort had been dealing with the Board of Supervisors and did not bother to meet Shangguan Yue alone.

"Things are almost done. News just came in that all the monks at Lingquan Temple have been released." Ruibo said, "I guess the consort will see you today or tomorrow."

Shangguan Yue was thoughtful: "Have you found the problem? Did Wang Tong's boy work? Mrs. Dongyang Hou..."

He came back to his senses at this point, raised his head, and saw Reb's strange eyes.

Shangguan Yue chuckled.

"I'm curious about what's wrong with Mrs. Dongyang Hou?" he explained to Rui Bo and touched his chin again.

When he heard rumors that all the monks of Lingquan Temple slept during the day, he knew something was wrong.

No wonder he shed tears when he heard the sound of the flute.

Of course, he would not tell the Board of Supervisors too much to avoid endless questioning by Zhang Ze. After all, he was a person who could not be scrutinized.

Because he paid attention to this matter, he soon learned that Zhang Ze asked Zhou Jingyun, and Zhou Jingyun also revealed that his wife was abnormal and had an old illness outside Lingquan Temple at that time.

Is Madam Marquis Dongyang really suffering from an old illness?

Or did you cry while listening to the flute like him?

"Young master, you don't have to think about it. This matter was caused by Chiang Kai-shek's party." Ruibo said, "It doesn't matter whether the others are abnormal or not."

Shangguan Yue said with a smile: "What if Mrs. Dongyang Hou is actually a party member of the Empress Chiang Kai-shek?"

Ruibo glared at him and stuffed the sweet soup into his hand: "Eat it while it's hot. It will taste fishy when it's cold. You're very picky."

Shangguan Yue seemed a little helpless: "How old are I, Rui Bo, so I don't care if I don't eat this."

Ruibo had already turned around to clean the bed: "No matter how old you are, the taste of childhood will not change."

Shangguan Yue looked at the sweet soup in her hand and smiled: "Everything has changed, people have changed, one taste doesn't matter."

Reb took off his robe and came over: "Because everything has changed, the old slave must remember this even more."

He looked at Shangguan Yue with a sad and loving expression.

"This is the only connection the young master has with the past."

Shangguan Yue lowered her head and looked at the sweet soup in her hand. It was white and tender, dotted with sweet-scented osmanthus. He sat upright, picked up a spoon and took a bite to eat. There seemed to be the sound of children acting coquettishly in his ears.

"Mom, feed me!"

"Okay, hello, grandma."

Shangguan Yue blinked, swallowed the sweet tofu soup, and the sound in her ears disappeared.

Ruibo held the robe in his hand without urging, and quietly watched Shangguan Yue eating sweet soup.

Until there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Sir, the consort has sent someone to deliver a message."

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In the quiet night, Zhou Jingyun came out of the clean room to wash up and saw that all the maids had withdrawn. Zhuang Li also got on the bed and was lost in thought while leaning on the bed board.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhou Jingyun asked, bringing the warm teapot over and placing it on the bedside.

Zhuang Li asked: "Did the Board of Supervisors catch the person who performed the Zhu You technique?"

Because he was worried that it was abnormal for Zhuang Li to have an old illness that day, Zhou Jingyun also kept an eye on the progress of the Board of Supervisors and learned that Zhang Ze had found out that the monk of Lingquan Temple had been given the Zhu Youshu.

"It's not that easy to catch." Zhou Jingyun said, also sitting down on the bed, "Since you dare to use this method, there must be a way not to be caught."

At this point he paused.

"How about I go ask them."

The so-called them naturally refer to Chiang Kai-shek's party.

After all, he is not a real Chiang Kai-shek. He has no daily dealings with those people and does not know what they do and what they do. I don’t know whether Zhuang Li was affected unintentionally or intentionally this time.

Logically speaking, an orphan girl like Bai Li was of no importance to Chiang Kai-shek, but when Zhou Jingyun thought of Shen Qing's words that day, he always felt that his attitude towards this orphan girl was a bit strange.

"No, no, no need." Zhuang Li hurriedly shook his head and looked at Zhou Jingyun, "The less you know, the safer it is. Zhang Ze is extremely suspicious. Only by being calm and ignorant can the prince not arouse his suspicion."

Zhou Jingyun said nothing.

Zhuang Li said: "I'm really fine. Mrs. Zhuang and I have also learned Zhu You on a daily basis and have some understanding of it. It is performed on specific people and will not harm bystanders. Don't worry, I'm really fine."

As he spoke, he reached out and tugged on Zhou Jingyun's sleeve.

"Your Majesty, I can only be well if you are safe."

Zhou Jingyun looked at Zhuang Li, her expression seemed worried and coquettish, and she couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, I know, stay the same to cope with all changes." He said.

Zhuang Li smiled and nodded.

Zhou Jingyun almost raised his hand to touch her head, but luckily he restrained himself. He raised his hand and touched his nose and asked, "Do you still want to drink water?"

Zhuang Li shook his head, lay down first, and winked at him: "I'm going to sleep."

Zhou Jingyun smiled and picked up the book from the pillow: "Okay, go to sleep."

He turned a page and started reading. From the corner of his eye, he saw that Zhuang Li did not close his eyes as before, but lay on the pillow and looked at him, listening and watching carefully.

Zhou Jingyun's eyes were focused on the page, concentrating on it without daring to be distracted.

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The night is dark and the world is quiet.

Zhuang Li opened his eyes, listened to the gentle breathing in his ears, and looked at Zhou Jingyun's profile next to him.

He was lying flat on his back, still holding the book on his chest.

Zhuang Li reached out and gently took the book away, lifted the quilt, and put Zhou Jingyun's outside arm inside.

Perhaps feeling the touch, Zhou Jingyun moved, but instead of waking up, he shrank into the quilt.

Looking at Zhou Jingyun with half of his face exposed, half of his aggressive beauty is hidden, showing a bit of playfulness.

Zhuang Li watched quietly for a moment, then he lay down and looked at the ceiling of the tent.

Although she comforted Zhou Jingyun, she actually believed that the Zhu Youshu of Lingquan Temple was for her, otherwise it would not be possible to pull her into a dream easily.

To perform a spell, one needs to be up close and personal or borrow an object.

After entering Beijing, she had limited contact with people and never used other people's things. If someone really cast a spell to hypnotize her, she would not be aware of it.

Zhuang Li put his hand on his heart. What went wrong?

The night is getting thicker and thicker, like a deep sea swallowing people up.

There were swells on the bottom of the sea, and people floating in the sea were lifted out of the sea layer by layer.

Zhuang Li took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and saw himself standing on a quiet street.

On a winter night, the cold wind was biting, and the thin pajamas on her body flew with it.

She couldn't feel the chill and looked in front of her, her eyes changing from blank to solemn.

Was she dreaming?

It shouldn't be.

She is no longer the little child who couldn't control herself. Her soul has been fixed and she won't dream unconsciously.

She raised her hand and grabbed it, and a vine rose from the ground, carrying her upwards and landing on the eaves of a house.

The street in front of her was the one she and Zhou Jingyun had just walked through. Looking to the east, there was a chrysanthemum in full bloom and swaying. That was where Aunt Xue of the Xue family was. Looking to the west, there was a little light. That was where Mrs. Lin was. Looking further away. , although the city is dazzling, it is clearly visible that it is the imperial city.

It was indeed her dream.

Zhuang Li stood on the eaves and was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered.

Today Zhou Jingyun said that someone was performing magic in Lingquan Temple, and she should go and see if she could find any clues in the dreams of the monks in Lingquan Temple.

Yes, that's right, she can't just rely on Zhou Jingyun to get information.

Zhuang Li stepped forward.