At this time, a very gentle voice, as gentle as the softest wind in March, blowing against the face sounded in the ears——

"Remember what I said..."

……

"As long as you study well, God will make arrangements for you in the future."

……

"The flying dragon is in the sky, it is beneficial to see...my lord..."

……

"My lord! My lord!"

The soft voice slowly receded, and instead a panicked voice sounded in my ears, suddenly waking me up. I opened my eyes and realized that everything was a dream, and there was still a tent in front of me. Shuixiu was anxious.

His face was reflected in his eyes: "How are you?!"

"..." I was stunned for a moment, feeling sweat all over my head. I opened my mouth and my throat was a little dry: "What...what's wrong?"

"Ah, you're fine." Shuixiu breathed a sigh of relief, sitting on the edge of the bed and wiping the sweat on my forehead with a handkerchief: "You seemed to have had a nightmare just now, you kept sweating, and you kept calling for someone.

"Sir, you scared me to death."

"..., oh?"

I was still lying on the bed, but my heart was beating loudly in my chest, as if it was about to jump out. After a while, I slowly stood up. Shuixiu hurriedly reached out to help me sit up. As expected, I was covered in cold sweat, and my limbs were like

It was all numb after some strenuous exercise.

I calmed down and comforted her: "It's nothing, I just had a nightmare."

"Hmm."

"Shui Xiu, get me some water. I want to wash up."

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

Shuixiu hurriedly ran out. As soon as the curtain fell, the entire tent was plunged into a dim light. Only a small oil lamp swayed in the corner. I sat on the bed alone, still panting.

Uncertainly, with only a little attention and time, I fumbled to recall the scene in the dream, but my heartbeat became heavier.

Why?

Why do you dream about that place, those people, and those things?

The dream just now was something that I had forgotten for a long time and would not even think about anymore. It had even been turned into ashes in that flame. Why, why did I get up from the ashes of time and appear again now?

In my dream?

The flying dragon is in the sky, it’s good to see you...

After a while, Shuixiu prepared a large bucket of hot water for me. The mountain living here is simple and it is already very difficult. I thanked me and cleaned myself. After a while, noisy people sounded outside again.

, everyone got up.

Spring hunting has just begun, and this is only the second day.

After cleaning up, I felt a little more energetic. I put on my clothes and went out with Shuixiu. Just as Chang Qing and the others also walked out of the tent, she looked at me from a distance and seemed to notice that my expression was not normal.

Okay, I frowned and walked over with a smile: "Wei Chen pays homage to the Queen."

"Didn't sleep well?"

"Ah, no."

"You don't have to hide it from me." She said, looking around as if inadvertently, and said: "Last night, there were many people who couldn't sleep."

I listened and looked over with her gaze, and sure enough I saw Shen Gongye's group.

It seems that their nightmares are much more terrifying than mine. Master Taifu's face is pale, but there is a circle of darkness around his eyes, and even his lips are a little dark.

However, compared to his face, his expression did not seem to be too difficult.

Chang Qing and I looked at each other and both smiled faintly. It just so happened that the time had come, so we walked forward with Nian Shen.

The cavalry team was still as energetic as yesterday, with flags flying in the wind. After everyone got on the horse, they only waited for Pei Yuanhao to wave his hand, and everyone started galloping towards the dense forest ahead, which suddenly startled the birds in the forest.

Spread out in all directions.

Not long after entering the forest, I also parted ways with Chang Qing and the others.

My health is not good, and I couldn’t have come here to hunt anything. I was just catching up with the scene. After riding for a while, I still felt that my physical strength was a little unbearable, so I simply got off the horse again and followed the direction in my memory.

I walked slowly to the place where I drank the horses yesterday.

Before I even walked out of the dense forest, I heard the sound of the river flowing in front of me.

There was also the moist smell of water in the air. I felt happy and hurried to go over. But as soon as I walked around the row of big trees in front of me, I saw a person standing there by the river in front, with his skirts fluttering, reflected in the river.

The beautiful shadows in the water are faint, giving you a feeling of flowers reflecting on the water.

Yes——Nangong Lizhu.

My footsteps stalled, and I saw a man on the other side holding a horse and walking slowly over. He was wearing a black riding outfit with a dark golden light under the sun. It was Pei Yuanhao.

He came closer, and Nangong Lizhu heard his footsteps, but did not look back. Pei Yuanhao let go of the reins in his hands, and the two horses ran together happily, lowering their heads by the river.

Drink water, stretch your neck from time to time to rub each other, looking particularly affectionate.

At this time, Pei Yuanhao had already walked behind her.

I frowned subconsciously.

I didn't expect that the emperor, the figure in the center of the spring hunt, did not lead his entourage to chase the prey, but arrived here with Concubine Li.

The two people didn't speak, they just looked ahead quietly.

The weather was perfect. Under the clear and high sky was the playground with fresh green. The morning dew reflected the sunlight and reflected the colorful light, just like the stars on the ground. Perhaps it was this beautiful scenery that was so attractive. Behind it was the killing spree of spring hunting.

The ground was ignored, the two people stood there quietly like this, like an overly quiet and beautiful picture.

But looking at the two of them, it doesn't look like they are admiring the scenery, but rather reminiscing about something.

However, no matter what they reminisce about, it doesn't have much to do with me.

I didn’t want to be discovered by them. If I hit him like this, it would be the same as hitting a knife. Thinking of this, I hurriedly led the horse to turn around and leave.

As soon as I turned around, I heard Pei Yuanhao's voice coming from the river, which was almost inaudible: "I didn't expect that you still remember this place?"

Nangong Lizhu seemed to smile: "Who can forget it?"

"You haven't forgotten, and I haven't forgotten either."

"Oh? How much does the emperor remember?"

Pei Yuanhao glanced down at her, then looked forward, and said slowly: "I still remember that when you were just old enough to have hairpins and just learned to ride a horse, I brought you here for the spring hunting that year."

"It was the emperor who coaxed my concubine back then and said he would bring me to see the world."

"Haha, yes."

He seemed to be feeling a little emotional: "I didn't expect that I didn't see it in the world, but I almost hurt you."

Hearing this, Nangong Lizhu's thin shoulders trembled slightly, as if they were a bit chilled in the wind. Pei Yuanhao hurriedly stepped forward and gently hugged her. She looked down at Pei Yuanhao's chest and smiled.

After a moment: "Fortunately, the emperor was still the same as now, always protecting his concubine."

"..."

"However, the emperor's hand was bitten by a wolf, and blood flowed all over the floor."

"..."

"Concubine, please take a look at the emperor's injuries."

As she spoke, she reached out to touch Pei Yuanhao's hand, but he held her own catkin with his backhand. The hand, as slender as white jade, became more delicate and delicate in his generous palm, as if it was a moment.

If you don't pay attention, it will be broken. Pei Yuanhao held her hand with special care and said slowly: "What's so good about my injury?"

"..."

"Your injury is——"

"Your Majesty, stop talking."

Nangong Lizhu interrupted him. There was some inaudible tremor in his voice, as if he wanted to pull his hand back, but Pei Yuanhao held it hard: "Zhu'er..."

"..."

"I——"

"..."

He seemed to want to say something, but the words did not come out. He just kept looking deeply at the person in front of him. A gust of wind blew up the water mist from the valley in the distance, and there was a slight warm breath on his face.

I don’t know why, but I suddenly remembered that once again, Chang Qing said that Nangong Lizhu was also a "poor person".

Thinking about it now, she grew up with these princes as childhood sweethearts, innocent and innocent. I don't know how many picturesque and beautiful years they had, and how many romantic moments they experienced that were unforgettable. They even shed blood together.

So until now, no matter what happened or what harm happened, the emperor's firm belief in her remains unwavering.

Everyone has his or her own destiny.
To be continued...