Sui Sui Jianing

Chapter 128 He dreamed that the princess was dead

The oil lamp was dim, and although it was lit enough, Xie Shuangge still felt sore eyes after a long time, so he would stop and close his eyes from time to time to relax.

Embroidery is the most annoying thing for her. There is no one. It takes a long time to finish it. If you accidentally embroider it wrong, you have to dismantle it and do it again. It's annoying. Xie Shuangge raised her hand and thought Throw things out, don't embroider.

However, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw Chu Wuhen lying on the bed. He paused, slowly put down his hand, and stabbed a needle in his purse as if to vent his anger, complaining in a low voice: "I'm really crazy, Only then would he agree to Chu Wuhen to embroider a purse for him, embroider, embroider, what a ghost!"

Having said that, she didn't stop moving her hands, and she was still cautious when threading the needle.

Chu Wuhen lay on the side without feeling anything, but slowly frowned.

……

The spring breeze is warm and the grass is in the sky. Chu Wuhen leads the horse and walks in the wilderness, his thoughts are chaotic.

He walked aimlessly, the world is so big, it seems that he can go anywhere, but also seems that he can't go anywhere, there is no place for him to stay here.

The heavy emotions weighed on his heart, and he was about to be crushed. Finally, he couldn't walk anymore, so he stood where he was, intending to take a rest.

In the blink of an eye, a red suit burst out from the endless blue sky like fire, getting closer and closer.

Chu Wuhen was involuntarily attracted and stared at him closely.

"Call-"

The man on the horse seemed to have just realized that there was another one standing here, and quickly pulled the rein.

The steed's front hooves were raised, the fiery red dress fluttered in the wind, and a delicate garland fell into Chu Wuhen's arms with a strong fragrance.

"Hey--"

Chu Wuhen grabbed the garland, looked up, and met those amber eyes, the four eyes met, Chu Wuhen's heart was shocked, and he suddenly realized, "Princess?"

As soon as the voice fell, the bright smiling face of the person in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding scene also collapsed, and Chu Wuhen's body kept falling.

He panicked and suffocated, and stretched out his hand to grab something, but there was nothing.

The next moment, the scene around him changed rapidly, from a wilderness to a spacious mansion.

He was stunned for a moment, and a group of happy-looking people came and went around him.

Red silk lanterns were hung under the eaves not far away, and the word "囍" was pasted in red on the windows.

Who is getting married?

He followed the crowd towards the mansion, and finally stopped in front of a main hall, both sides were crowded with guests who came to congratulate him, and at a glance, they were all acquaintances.

Crown Prince, Second Prince, Eldest Princess, Gongsunye, Fifth Prince, Rand County Princess...

Being able to invite these people, the owner of this family must be rich and powerful.

Chu Wuhen had a vague guess in his heart, but he was not sure. He clenched his hands slowly, not wanting to look at it, but his feet seemed to be rooted and unable to move.

The following scene was vague and absurd, he watched Shen Hanyu lead the person in by holding the end of the red silk.

The man was holding an acacia fan, covered with a red hijab, and walked to his side step by step.

Chu Wuhen's hands trembled uncontrollably, he didn't need to look at his face, he knew who it was just by looking at his figure and walking posture.

He stretched out his hand to grab her, "Princess—"

However, only a cloud of air was caught, and Xie Shuangge just walked past him.

She and Shen Hanyu stood still in the hall and walked through the chapel step by step, receiving congratulations from everyone.

Chu Wuhen was heartbroken, he couldn't help rushing over, "No——"

But what greeted him after rushing over was pitch darkness, and the scene in front of him changed again.

There was the sound of golden drums in his ears, and the neighing of war horses. He was in the middle, holding a spear, and rode his horse to meet the enemy.

"No." Chu Wuhen calmed down and finally noticed the clue.

Except for the first meeting in the wilderness, he has never experienced anything else, so how could he dream of this?
And it doesn't look like a dream, it's too realistic.

Just when he was thinking wildly, someone rushed over suddenly and shouted: "The general is not well, Jin Du urgently letters, Princess Jianing—— is dead!"

"What?" Chu Wuhen's mind suddenly went blank, his ears buzzed, and his eyes turned black.

Even though he knew it was a dream, it was too real, as long as he thought about it, he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.

Isn't it a dream?How can it hurt?

Is it a dream?

Chu Wuhen suddenly fell into a predicament, and now he has only one thought in his mind - go back!He wants to see the princess!
So the dream changed again, he rode his horse and galloped, and returned to Jindu almost instantly, but the moment he stepped into the city gate, the city was greeted with white clouds.

A black lacquered coffin was carried forward, and the person who carried the coffin couldn't see his face clearly. There were many spirit flags and paper money flying, as if he had fallen into hell.

Chu Wuhen's eyes were shattered. Just as he opened his mouth, his heart suddenly felt a sharp pain. He couldn't sit still and fell off the horse.

The feeling of stepping on the air was too realistic, he watched the coffin go away, and finally shouted: "Jianing——"

This piercing sound, a cry exhausted all the strength of the whole body.

Xie Shuangge was embroidering the plum branch, hesitating how to drop the needle, but when she heard this sound without any precautions, her hand trembled in fright, and she stabbed directly into the tiger's mouth with her left hand.

"Hey - it hurts!"

She quickly pulled out the needle, ignoring her own hand, she turned her head to look at Chu Wuhen first.

Chu Wuhen jumped up from the bed suddenly, breathing heavily and quickly, as if he was about to die in the next moment, she approached worriedly, wanting to see his face, "Chu Wuhen, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Wuhen turned his head in a daze, with a bit of surprise and sadness in his eyes.

Xie Shuangge's heart sank while watching, "You..."

Chu Wuhen's face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were flushed, and the corners of his forehead were covered with dense beads of sweat, which were running down his side face at this moment.

He watched Xie Shuangge's eyes light up slightly, leaned forward slightly, but stopped at the next moment, raised his hand and froze, as if he wanted to touch it but dared not.

"……Princess?"

Chu Wuhen's lips moved, and the sound he made was barely audible, but it moved his dry lips, and a hole opened, and blood beads overflowed.

"Don't talk, I'll get you some water."

Xie Shuangge turned around and poured a glass of water to him, Chu Wuhen took it in a daze, took two sips of the glass dully, and licked his lips to wipe off the blood.

The smell of blood spread between his lips and teeth, and the broken light in his eyes gathered little by little.

After drinking the last sip of water, the wound was no longer bleeding. He stared at Xie Shuangge blankly, his eyes almost greedy.

"What's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?" Xie Shuangge sat by the bed and looked at him suspiciously.

Chu Wuhen's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly stretched out his index finger and placed it under Xie Shuangge's nose.

Xie Shuangge: "..."

"It's hot." Chu Wuhen murmured.

"Of course it's hot, and I'm not dead." Xie Shuangge reluctantly took off his hand, but unexpectedly it was grabbed.

Xie Shuangge was startled, "You—"

Chu Wuhen suddenly leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

Xie Shuangge was so dazed by the "sudden attack" that she didn't even think of resisting. When Chu Wuhen's kiss fell on her lips, it was too late for her to resist.

(End of this chapter)