Phoenix Shadow Coming From the Sky Chapter 17: 、A Dream of Wushan Long 2

Autumn nights come earlier than summer days, and the sky is completely dark before Xu time.

The autumn night is cool and very suitable for sleeping. In the Qing Palace, there are only two people who need to be served. Therefore, after the servants have done their work, except for those who stay at night, the others all turn off the lights and go to sleep early.

At the end of the Xu Dynasty, there were almost no lights in places other than Yingshou Palace and Fengying Palace, and the entire Qingwang Palace fell into silence.

Midnight, in the bedroom of Yingshou Palace, Jiuyao wakes up from a dream, looking out the window, the moonlight is like water.

He got up, dressed and got out of bed quietly, without disturbing any of the attendants, then lifted a palace lantern hanging in front of the bed, quietly stepped past the sleepy night guards outside the palace, and walked out of Yingshou Palace.

It was quiet all the way, the guards watching the night saw him, although they were a little surprised that he didn't sleep in the middle of the night, but they just saluted respectfully. When he passed Hanchen Palace, he saw that there was no light, so he went to Fengying Palace and knocked on the door. When the attendants saw that it was him, they hurriedly retreated to salute.

"When did the Lord come back? Did you fall asleep?" Jiuyao asked.

"I returned at Haishi, and I have already fallen asleep." The attendant replied.

"Go down." Jiuyao ordered.

"Yes." The attendant stepped back.

Jiuyao walked towards the sleeping hall with light steps. The blue bird in front of the hall had already perched on the plane tree to sleep. There was no one in the hall, except for the dim light. He stood at the door for a moment, then turned to the right Going forward, walked over a distance of ten feet without making a sound, and then stood still in front of a wing room. From the open window on the corridor, you can see that the house is not lit, and only the moonlight shines in from the window on the opposite side. In the hazy light, one could vaguely see a figure sitting on the bed with knees hugged, looking up at the crescent moon quietly by the window.

Jiuyao silently looks at the person on the bed through the window.

In the past, he only knew that Du Kang was her loyal bodyguard. After so many years of company, so many years of sharing life and death together, Du Kang gave her an existence as important as her seven brothers, but... since Du Kang's death He is the one who knows that Du Kang is not just a loyal servant and brother in her heart, he was left to her by Feng Qingran, and in her heart he is almost equal to Feng Qingran's existence. Because of Du Kang, she felt that she, Feng Qingran and Du Kang were a trinity without separation, so this supported her to survive the crime of extinction after killing her brother.

Now, Du Kang is dead, dying in front of her eyes, she watched him die helplessly, just like Feng Qingran died in front of her again!

However, those people rebelled, those people assassinated her, those people killed Du Kang, but they still use the name of Feng Qingran!

How ridiculous and cruel this is!

Thinking, he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, and pushed open the door.

The person on the bed heard the sound, and immediately turned his head to look. In the hazy night, those eyes were as bright as stars, full of anticipation and hope. At that moment, Jiuyao almost wanted to run away, and couldn't bear to let the people on the bed see him, but he just stood quietly at the door after all, and then the people on the bed saw him clearly, but in a split second, the gleam in those eyes The light went out, as if dark clouds covered the sky, covering all the light, leaving only darkness.

"What are you doing here?" Feng Duying looked away.

"Why do you sit here without sleeping every night." Jiuyao walked into the room with a lamp, hung the lamp on the lamp stand, and approached the bed.

Feng Duying didn't answer, just sat with her knees hugged, still looking out of the window quietly. The hand beside her knee is skinny, and the pale skin seems transparent under the faint moonlight, and the blood vessels under the skin are so clear that when you look at the back of the hand suddenly, what you see is a piece of blue, against the thin fingers, looking pitiful and terrible.

Jiuyao stood silently for a while, moved a low stool, and sat down beside the bed.

The two sat like this without speaking, and the room was quiet.

After a long time, Feng Duying's soft voice suddenly sounded in the room, as if coming from a deep valley, with a bone-piercing sadness, "He is really dead, otherwise no matter how many injuries he suffers, he will crawl away." It will also crawl back to me."

Jiu Yao listened silently.

"Obviously it's all agreed, I have the same life as him, he lives as I live, and he can chase after me when I die, so why did he abandon me before I died?" Feng Duying said to himself talking to himself.

Jiu Yao still didn't make a sound.

"Is there no ghost after death? If there is, he should come back to see me once, so that I can scold him, beat him, and teach him a lesson. He dared to violate Leave me alone..." Feng Duying hugged her knees tightly, with her head on her knees, her eyes were only looking at the window, as if she was waiting for a ghost to arrive.

Jiuyao sighed, stretched out his hand to gently caress her thin cheek, "If there really is a ghost, how could he bear to see you like this."

The body of the person lying quietly trembled.

"After the death of Jiuluo, I can often see my brothers and the others in my sleep." Jiuyao's voice was soft, faintly seductive, and he gently combed her hair from top to bottom with his hands, "So if you I really want to see him, why not sleep well, maybe I can see him in my dream."

"I don't want to see him in my dream. I want him to come back to see me. I want to hit him with my own hands. I can hit his body with one palm and one punch." Too tired, or the hand caressing her head was too gentle and comfortable, her eyelids gradually closed, "What I told you at the beginning was wrong, and the death of the bird is actually the best ending. Anywhere will bring killings and disasters, such as Jiuluo Mountain, Sanshi Village... You shouldn't stay in a peaceful and prosperous world..." Her voice became smaller and smaller, and gradually became inaudible, her eyes closed, and she sank into the boundless in the dark.

Jiuyao's heart was suffocated, and then he softly whispered: "It's not your fault, go to sleep." He slowly withdrew his hand from her hair, "I hope that in your dream... oh, I don't want to Seeing him, I felt dreamless until dawn." Quietly looked at his hands, and smiled wryly after a long time, "Fortunately, this shallow 'sleeping dream technique' can still be performed." Then he got up and picked up the baby on the bed. Man, walk out of the room steadily.

Outside the house, the silver light pours down, and the night is as cool as water.