That day, little Ah Jin was dragged out of the palace by his mother.
He struggled stubbornly.
"Mother, I want to find Lian Que. I want to find him."
The former queen ignored his cries and struggles and held his hands tightly. "I can't find him. I can't find him."
"No, I want to wait for him. He will come! Can I wait a little longer? Lian Que promised me. He will not let anything happen to me. I want to wait for him. Mother, I beg you... "
"Ah Jin, we can't go back anymore!"
"Mother... No... No..."
No matter how hard his little body struggled, he could not break free.
His cries were heart-wrenching.
He looked back again and again, but what he saw was a sea of fire behind him.
He watched helplessly as the main hall was engulfed in flames.
The sound of people surrounding the palace could be heard.
The sound of a horn announcing the succession of a new king filled the sky above the Huyi palace.
Everything was slowly being swallowed up...
"No... No!"
...
In the dark room, Bai Yin woke up with a start.
He sat up on the bed, sweating profusely.
Panting!
Nightmare, it was really a nightmare.
And that kind of dream was too strange.
Lian Que?
Heavy rain?
Queen?
A sea of fire?
What... was this?
His head suddenly exploded with pain, and he subconsciously held his head with both hands.
It was so painful that he wanted to die.
He gritted his teeth!
His roommate, Lang Po, was alerted.
Ever since Lang Po had pressed Song Zhi on the bed for an entire night, he had been aching all over his body. It took him a few days to recover. At first, Lang Po did not notice anything. He asked a few questions, but Song Zhi hesitated and refused to say anything. But later, under his interrogation, Song Zhi finally confessed.
He said that he was pressed down every day.
He could not move!
So his body was sore.
He could not even read during the day.
Lang Po felt very embarrassed, but he did not want to disturb a scholar. So the next day. He built a few wooden planks in Bai Yin's room and made a simple bed for her.
He was happy to sleep alone!
So, Lang Po and Bai Yin had been sharing a room for a few days!
At this moment, Lang Po, who was sleeping soundly, woke up drowsily when he heard the commotion. His first reaction was to quickly grab the sword that he had placed beside his bed and put on a vigilant posture.
Then, he vaguely saw Bai Yin sitting on the bed.
"Bai Yin, what's wrong?"
"…"
"Say it."
Bai Yin did not respond.
Lang Po felt that something was wrong, so he got out of bed and walked over.
He also lit the oil lamp on the table.
He slowly approached the pale-faced Bai Yin, who was sweating profusely.
Lang Po was frightened when he saw Lang Po's reaction.
He hurriedly asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? "
"…"
"I'll go tell His Highness."
He planned to go out …
However, Bai Yin grabbed him and said in an extremely gloomy voice, "I'm fine, I just... had a nightmare."
What?
Lang Po thought he had misheard.
After being stunned for a few seconds …
He began to chuckle mockingly. He slapped Bai Yin's shoulder fiercely and said mockingly, "What kind of shameful deed have you committed, you little rascal? How could you have a nightmare? Not only did you have a nightmare, you even woke up in fright. Aren't you a wolf on the grasslands? Aren't you immortal? How could you be scared awake by a nightmare?
”
What a blatant mockery!
Bai Yin's face was pale but when he heard this, his heart was filled with rage.
He was just short of drawing his twenty-meter long sword!
Lang Po did not want to give up. He took the oil lamp in his hand and sat down next to Bai Yin. He raised the lamp closer and said, "Tell me the truth, what nightmare was it? Tell me about it. "
Let me be happy.
Bai Yin had completely recovered from the nightmare.
He clutched the bedsheets tightly with both hands, veins popping out on the back of his hands.
Lang Po was born to pluck the fur off a tiger's backside!
He felt that it was not enough.
He continued, "Don't be shy! Tell me, there's only the two of us in this room, what's there to hide? "
"..."
"Don't worry, my lips are sealed. I won't say anything, not even to the Prince."
"... Let's go!"
"Go where? You want me to go with you? Let's talk outside? "
"I said, go away!" Bai Yin glared at him.
Lang Po gasped, "It's just a nightmare, isn't it? What's there to hide? "
"You..."
His anger rose.
It burned brightly on Bai Yin's chest.
He clutched the bedsheets tighter and tighter.
He looked like he was about to fight Lang Po...
He did not expect Bai Yin to throw the bedsheets off him, get out of bed, and leave.
Lang Po could only see his fiery back!
Lang Po was bored. He yawned and shrugged, mumbling, "Fine, I won't tell you. Why are you running?"
He then blew out the oil lamp and went to bed.
He covered himself with the blanket and fell asleep.
...
Outside. After Bai Yin went out, he found a bottle of wine somewhere and sat alone in the hallway, drinking.
A lantern hung in the hallway, flickering faintly. The light fell on his melancholy face.
His face was flushed red.
He did not know if it was because he had drunk some wine.
The nightmare from earlier was still replaying in his mind.
It was not getting blurry like before. Instead, it was very clear.
Clearer and clearer!
He leaned against the red pillar, tilted his head back and took a sip of wine.
He emptied it in one gulp.
As the wine entered his throat, it made his melancholy even stronger.
Suddenly...
A cold wind blew from afar, ruffling the lonely lantern hanging in the corner.
Bai Yin instinctively raised his hand, trying to block the cold wind.
When he lowered his hand, he saw a figure standing at the end of the hallway.
He immediately put the bottle of wine in his hand on the ground, got up and walked over.
His hand instinctively reached for the dagger at his waist.
As he slowly approached, he asked, "Who are you?"
The person stood there, motionless.
Bai Yin had already pulled out his dagger.
As the figure approached, a face appeared under the light.
It was Lian Que!
What is he doing here so late at night?
"What are you doing here?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to take a look," said Lian Que.
"Take a look, what are you up to?"
"I told you, I'm just here to take a look." His voice was very soft. His eyes were filled with visible sadness as they landed on Bai Yin's face. His hands were tightly clenched together.
Bai Yin felt a little uncomfortable under his strange gaze.
She said, "It's so late at night. Why are you here..."
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