Ning Que was in a bad mood after being tossed between hope and disappointment for the past few days. But he quickly stopped thinking about it. No matter if he was happy or unhappy, it was a good time to drink and get drunk. Sangsang's illness happened again that night, and her little feet were as cold as ice branches. So the master and handmaiden opened a jar of strong liquor and drank to their heart's content.
The little handmaiden drank most of the jar of strong liquor, but Ning Que was the first one to fall. Sangsang moved him to the cushion with difficulty, and then lifted the quilt to cover him. She also got in and habitually put her little feet into his arms.
Ning Que had a dream accompanied by the pervading fragrance of the liquor.
In the dream, he felt the warm sea beside him again, but this time he didn't reach out to catch it like before, only to find that he could only catch nothing. It should be Lyu Qingchen's words that worked. This time he was very clear that he was dreaming, so he stood in the warm sea, like a stranger or a bystander calmly watching everything in front of him.
He smiled in the dream and thought of a sentence, "Everything is an illusion, it can't scare me."
Maybe because of the unprecedented calmness, Ning Que could clearly see the appearance of the sea in the dream this time. The boundless sea that occupied the whole space was not blue, but green. The color was very deep and very transparent, like a crystal clear jade.
He stood on the green sea, and didn't bend down to catch the slowly flowing green. Instead, he looked at it quietly, guessing where it would flow next and what kind of shape it would change into.
Two white flowers suddenly appeared in the green sea. The petals were snow-white, without a trace of other colors, and without the common color of those common flowers, it was just a monotonous and boring white.
The seawater slapped against the roots of the white flowers. If they had roots, under the nourishment of the green seawater, the two white flowers grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The petals fell off one by one, and fell on the sea and became new white flowers. In this way, the white flowers quickly spread and occupied the whole sea in his sight, extending to the sky.
Ning Que looked at such a beautiful scene, and his mind was shaken. He stepped on the flowers and walked to the sky, stepping on the petals. His bare feet touched the delicate petals of the white flowers, bouncing up and down, feeling the softness and tenderness, very wonderful.
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In the carriage beside the field, Ning Que was lying on his side on the cushion. Most of the mattress on his body had already been lifted. His forehead was full of sweat and he was holding a pair of small feet tightly in his arms. The skin on the little handmaiden's feet was much better than the rest of her body. It was as white as snow and looked like two small white flowers.
He furrowed his brows and curled his lips from time to time. No one knew what he was thinking in his dream. His feet subconsciously kicked the mattress, and he didn't know where he touched, but he felt very comfortable. A satisfied expression appeared on his face, and he stopped moving.
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His mind gradually blurred and Ning Que had long forgotten that he was in a dream. His mind was shaky but unusually calm as he walked on the surface of the sea and among the white flowers. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat and his whole body slowly floated away from the petals and quickly flew to the sky above the sea.
When he reached a very high altitude, he looked down and saw that the white flowers on the green sea had long disappeared. He could faintly see a layer of red surface in the depths of the sea, extending in all directions.
He broke through the seawater and dived into the depths of the green sea.
After diving for a long time, he finally saw the layer of red. It was a layer of viscous deep red slurry. It was boundlessly red and looked like tomato sauce, but more like blood that was about to solidify.
The blood suddenly broke the silence and became boiling. Inside, there were countless people without facial features slowly stood up and then fell down. They stood up again and fell down again. They struggled and silently cried in pain. But no matter how they struggled and cried, the thin film on their facial features always imprisoned them in the eternal silent world of blood.
The deepest fear in his life slowly and unstoppably occupied Ning Que's body, turning him into a stone statue. Just like that, he stood beside the red blood sea in ignorance, watching the silent cruel scenes with his own eyes.
The blood sea turned into land, and then there was also a sky.
Ning Que stood between the sky and the ground and found himself in the Wilderness. There were countless corpses under his feet and in the distance. Those corpses were the cavalry of the Tang Empire, the warriors of the Yuelun Kingdom, the crossbowmen of the South Jin Kingdom, and many elite cavalries of the grassland barbarians. Countless amounts of blood flowed from the bodies of these soldiers and dyed the entire Wilderness red.
Three black smoke stably floated in front of the Wilderness, looking in this direction indifferently as if they were alive.
"It's getting dark."
"I've said that it's getting dark, but no one has ever believed me."
Someone said in a disdainful tone beside Ning Que's ear. Ning Que suddenly turned around. He did not see who had spoken, but he saw many people looking up at the sky. Among them were the confused peddlers, the unwilling officials, the timid young ladies, and the crazy laughing monks. No matter how different their clothes and expressions were, they all had one thing in common, which was that they all raised their heads high like fat geese waiting to be fed.
Countless people in the Wilderness looked up at the sky in horror. Ning Que subconsciously followed their gaze and found that it was still daytime because of the scorching sun hanging in the sky. But for some reason, the temperature in the Wilderness was very low, and the rays of the sun were very dim. The world was dark, as if night was coming.
A patch of darkness spread from the horizon. There was nothing special about it, just absolute darkness, just like the white flowers he saw at the beginning of the dream. There were no other colors. This was the darkness in the deepest part of human dreams.
The people looking up at the sky were very afraid. Ning Que was very afraid, but they did not know why they were afraid.
Ning Que looked around for the person who had spoken to him. He wanted to ask that person what had happened and why the sky had turned dark. But no matter how he looked, he could not find that person. He could only vaguely see a very tall figure passing through the crowd and walking out of the Wilderness.
He shouted at the back of the tall figure, "Hey! Is that you? What's going on? "
The tall man did not turn around. His back was extremely bleak as he left the crowd until he disappeared. However, Ning Que's shout startled the people in the Wilderness who were looking up at the sky. Someone complained, "It's getting dark. Why don't you watch carefully and disturb our last moments of peace? What a disgusting little thing."
Only a few people complained. Most of the people in the Wilderness withdrew their gazes from the sky and looked at Ning Que in surprise. The expressions in their eyes changed strangely. Some became more and more shocked, some became more and more passionate, and some even slowly shed tears. A drunkard and a butcher stood beside Ning Que and looked at him quietly, as if they were waiting for him to say something. All these gazes gathered on Ning Que, as if he represented some kind of hope.
The feeling of being watched by the whole world was very strange. The feeling of being regarded as hope was very strange. Ning Que felt that he had suddenly become great and noble, and even sacred. But he was just a very ordinary person, and he did not know what was going on in the world that was about to turn into night. So he was very afraid and uneasy, and his heart palpitated so much that he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
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