That night, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran lived in the same room. Mo Ran was heartless and fell asleep quickly on the ground. However, Chu Wanning couldn't help feeling a little distracted. After tossing and turning for a long time, she barely fell asleep.

Close your eyes, there seemed to be a whistling sound of strong wind and snow blowing in your ears.

Chu Wanning opened her eyes and found herself kneeling in the snow.

……Dream?

But why it is so real? It seems that I have experienced it myself at some point.

This is the middle of winter. The sky is lead-gray, and the clouds are graceful and heavy. They flow from the distant mountains and dark black, swaying all the way into the earth's lungs. The heavy snow accumulated about a foot, enough to cover the ankles. The weather was cold and cold. Even though he was wearing a big troop, he still could not resist the bone-accusing coldness.

Chu Wanning looked down at the sky-green fur coat with exquisite curly grass patterns embroidered with silver silk thread. He felt that the cloak looked familiar, but this familiarity was fleeting and could not be captured soon.

“…”

He didn't understand why he had such a dream of suffering. Chu Wanning was about to stand up, but his body did not look like his own. He still knelt on the ground without moving. Until the frost and snow fell on his shoulders and his eyelashes were filled with ice beads, he still had no intention of getting up.

"Master Chu, the sun is dark. Your Majesty will not see you tonight. Let's go back."

A trembling old voice rang behind him.

I didn't look back in my dream, and footsteps sounded behind me. Someone creaked and stepped on the snow and took an umbrella around him.

Chu Wanning heard himself say, "Thank you, Mr. Liu. You are old, please go back to the waterfront to rest first, I can still hold on."

“Master…”

The old voice wanted to say something else, Chu Wanning said: "Let's go back."

The weak voice sighed, dragged heavy steps, walked a few steps, then turned back, holding an umbrella for Chu Wanning.

"The old slave is with the master."

Chu Wanning felt that he closed his eyes slightly in the dream and stopped talking.

He couldn't help but become more and more strange. This was really a very absurd dream. He and the old man were talking incomprehensible dialogues.

What is "Your Majesty" or "Mr. Liu"? It is not the world of cultivation that he is familiar with, but it is like the deep palace courtyard.

He tried hard to see the scene in the dream through this body from his lower eyes. It seemed to be the top of life and death, but it was a little different.

The houses are basically the same, but they have added many extravagant small objects. The corridors around the courtyard are hung with snow-green embroidered star curtains, and are tied with auspicious beasts with pearls and star anise incense bells. When the wind blows, the sound of the broken bells seems to flow from Hongmeng.

He knelt in front of the main hall, and there was a row of guards standing in front of the hall, which was a dress he had never seen before. I don't know which sect he was from.

The sky gradually became darker, and a row of high-bund palace maids were scattered in the side door. They were slender and lit up two bronze standing lamps on the left and right under the palace. The lamp stand was one person tall, with nine floors, each layer scattered with seventy-nine branches of copper crabapple. The lights were bright in the core of the crabapple, and the candlelight scattered one after another, just like the Milky Way star in the sky, reflecting the glory in front of the hall.

After lit the lamp, the head-in-law glanced at Chu Wanning and sneered sarcastically: "It's cold and cold this night. Who can I show you such a bitter feeling? Your Majesty and the Empress are enjoying themselves. Even if you kneel to the ground for the past, no one will sympathize with you."

How unrestrained!

Chu Wanning has lived to this point, and no one dared to talk to him like this. He couldn't help but be angry. However, he spoke. His voice was his own voice, but he couldn't help but say something else.

"I came here this time to disrupt his atmosphere. I really have something to talk about. I also asked the girl to report it."

"Who are you? Why should I report it to you?" The palace maid contemptuously said, "Your Majesty and the Empress are in a strong friendship. Who dares to disturb them? If you want to see Your Majesty, just keep kneeling. Your Majesty gets up tomorrow, and you may still have the intention to look at you, hum."

The old slave behind Chu Wanning couldn't listen and said tremblingly: "I know it's your concubine who is favored, but you don't even see who you are talking to? Didn't you leave any virtue in your mouth?"

"Who am I talking to? At the peak of life and death, who doesn't know that the one who is most annoying to His Majesty is him? What kind of respect do I need to talk to him? You old guy also have the courage to teach me a lesson!" The great palace maid opened her beautiful eyes and said angrily, "Come here!"

"What are you going to do!" Cang Cang Laoxian couldn't help but take two steps forward, hunched over in front of Chu Wanning.

The palace maid glared at him and said in a sweet voice: "Extinguish two basins of charcoal fires outside."

"yes!"

Immediately someone came over and extinguished the charcoal basin growing in the courtyard.

Chu Wanning thought to herself that although this palace maid was hard-mouthed, she was not a stupid person after all. It was so cold that she didn't need to directly attack the other party and talk to others. As long as she wiped out two basins of charcoal, the yard would be like an ice cave. No matter how good her body was, she might not be able to withstand half a night.

It was getting late at night, and the banquets in the hall were warm, the music and music were endless.

Chu Wanning was still kneeling, his legs and feet were numb.

"Master... Go back..."

The old slave's voice was already crying.

"Let's go back, your health is important. You know Your Majesty. If you are frozen, you may not send a medical officer to take a look. You should take care of it yourself."

Chu Wanning whispered: "A broken body is so good. If I can stop him from entering Kunlun and stepping onto the Snow Palace, I will not be able to die."

"Master! You, why are you doing this..."

Chu Wanning in the dream was extremely weak. He coughed a few times, but his eyes were still clear: "He has this today, it's all my fault. I... cough cough."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a terrifying and violent cough. Chu Wanning covered his mouth with his sleeves, and his throat was so sweet. When he put down his sleeves, he saw blood in his hands, which was full of dazzling eyes.

"Master Chu!"

"I……"

Chu Wanning wanted to say something else, but his eyes turned dark and could no longer support him, and he fell into the snow and ice.

The chaos in his ears was endless, as if there was a sudden chaos in the war, and it was like the surging sea water through layers of curtains, making him unable to hear the noise around him.

He could only vaguely hear the old slave shouting in panic, and a few words floated into his ears.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty—please..."

"Master Chu, Master Chu is almost out of reach. Please see him. I am willing to die—"

The whole thing gradually became messy, the steps were complicated, and the lights were bright.

The sound of drums and the sweet singing of the woman suddenly stopped, as if the palace door was wide open, and a fragrant breeze rushed out with the warmth of the room. Chu Wanning felt someone picking him up and took him into the warm hall. A big hand touched his forehead, and only stumbled it, and then he was pulled back like a stab.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar low-key male voice hissed dangerously.

"Why don't you report to me?"

No one answered.

The man suddenly became furious, and with a bang, it seemed to smash a bunch of heavy objects. He roared angrily, accumulating the power of thunder.

"Are you rebelling? He is the master of the Honglian Water Pavilion and the master of my seat! He kneels here, but none of you come to report to me? Why don't you report it!!"

With a plop, someone knelt down and shivered. It was the great palace maid who had shown her power before.

"I am guilty of death. I am afraid to disturb you when I see Your Majesty and the Empress are in a good mood..."

The man walked back and forth quickly, but his anger increased instead of extinguishing. His black gold-edged robe blew like a black cloud on the ground. Finally, he stopped and his voice was distorted to the extreme.

"He is in a bad state and is afraid of the cold. If you don't come to report me, let him wait in the snow, you...you've extinguished the charcoal fire in the yard..."

His voice trembled because he was too angry. Finally, he took a deep breath and a sentence rumbled from his throat.

The sound of the sentence is not loud, but the murderous intent in it makes people feel cold all over the body.

"You want him to die."

The palace maid was so scared that she lost her vigor. She pounded her head and snatched her forehead. She trembled with her lips and said with a sharp voice: "No! No! How dare I have such thoughts! Your Majesty! Your Majesty is wronged!"

"Drag on, and be punished with great or evil."

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty—"

The sharp voice was like blood-colored nails slashing through the ears, and the dream began to shake and disintegrate in her shrill screams, and the surrounding scenes were scattered and collapsed like snow.

"How much thought it took me to get him back from the gates of hell. No one except me is allowed to hurt him even if he has a finger..."

The hoarse voice was very cold, but because of the extreme coldness, it caused some hideous madness.

Chu Wanning felt that the man approached and stopped in front of him.

He grabbed his chin with one hand.

He opened his eyes vaguely, trying to see the person's appearance. In the dazzling light and shadow, he saw a blurry face. The man had dark eyebrows and eyes, his nose was straight, his eyes were as dark as ink satin, and there was a faint purple ray in the candlelight.

“…Mo Ran?”

"Master!"

The sound suddenly became clear.

Chu Wanning suddenly opened his eyes and saw that he was still lying in the inn room. The sky was still dark, and a lonely lamp trembled on the candlestick.

Mo Ran sat next to the couch, covering his forehead with one hand and supporting the bed with the other, looking at him anxiously.

"Why...

I was a little dazed for a moment. The dream just now was too real, which made him unable to come back to his senses for a while.

"You have a nightmare and are shaking all the time." Mo Ran pulled the thin quilt for him, "I see you look very cold, I'm afraid you have a fever, but fortunately there isn't."

Chu Wanning muttered and turned her head to look at the slightly open window. The sky outside was still heavy, gray and dark, and the night was still heavy.

"I had a dream, and it was snowing heavily in the dream."

He murmured and stopped talking.

Chu Wanning sat up, buried her face in her palm, calmed for a while, sighed and said, "I'm probably tired."

"I'll cook a bowl of ginger tea for Master." Mo Ran looked at his pale face with concern, "Master, your face is so bad."

“…”

Seeing that Chu Wanning didn't say anything, Mo Ran sighed, and didn't think much about it. He habitually pressed his forehead against his cold sweaty forehead.

"If you don't speak, I will think you are willing."

Chu Wanning was slightly shocked by this sudden intimacy and subconsciously leaned back: "...well."
To be continued...