my guard

Chapter 22

Chen Zhao had a very long dream.

In the dream, he was still the son of Nanming, but he already had a wife.

He has a wonderful wife Rumeng, who should be happy and happy.But a gradual change occurred, and in the disputes again and again, he and his wife finally turned from love to hatred.

The beautiful girl stood in the shadow of the decadent garden, looked at him and sneered, "Chen Zhao, if I love you, I will drag you into my hell; if I hate you, I will make your life worse than death."

Years without heirs, ever restless home;
The white flags hanging above the mansion, the quiet palace;
There is also the sunset, the sound of the monks chanting Buddha in the temple...

In the twilight full of white flags, she swayed her long train, and gradually walked away, sinking into the cold gray world.The withered yellow palace is reflected in the beautiful back. She has black hair and plain clothes, her feet are deep and her feet are shallow. She has walked hard, but she doesn't look back.

"No...no..." His face was pale, and he wanted to catch up with her, and wanted to stop her from leaving.He knew that the way was wrong, and he knew that if she went down, life and death would be separated forever.

"Cousin, don't go!" Turning around, the cousin knelt at his feet and begged.

"Sheng Yuan, you have to think about the overall situation!" His parents said earnestly.

He stood there blankly, lowered his head, and saw the urn in his arms.The world has faded into black and white, cold and damp, and the bell in the temple is ringing. Who is chanting "Finish this tribute, and live in the Land of Ultimate Bliss", and where will he send her ashes...

Huge pain gripped his heart tightly again and again, making him breathless until his heart died like ashes.The huge palace trapped him like a lost city, but he didn't want to get out...

"No!" he yelled.

"cousin!"

"Sheng Yuan! You finally woke up!"

Opening his eyes, he saw the worried faces of his mother and cousin.

Chen Zhao was a little dazed, touched the wet tears from the corners of his eyes, recalled the dream, and felt a little dazed.I clearly remembered it clearly in the dream, but when I woke up, I forgot it.

That girl, his tall, beautiful and proud wife...he couldn't even remember her face.

"Cousin, what's the matter with you?" Seeing that he didn't speak after waking up, Bai Luange asked timidly.

Chen Zhao looked at his cousin's delicate and pretty face, and the somewhat vague memory in the dream emerged again.He held his forehead and panted, "Let me be quiet."

He had to think about it, he had to recall that dream.

If the dream is false, it is naturally the best;
If the dream is true...

In the silence of the cold night, the young man was sitting in a corner of the stable, holding a wooden sculpture in his slender hand, and the knife in the other hand was spinning so fast that people often suspected that he was going to cut his own hand, but in the end sawdust fell little by little.

The mansion is sorting out the princess's luggage for returning to Yejing, which has nothing to do with Qin Jing.After the princess leaves tomorrow, he will return to Nanming Palace.So when everyone was busy, he shrank in this corner where no one was disturbed.

He noticed people's footsteps, raised his eyes coldly, and saw that it was the princess standing by the stable, wrinkling her nose as if she didn't like the strange smell here, and seeing him look up, she immediately raised an aggrieved smile.

What is she wronged?
Because he felt that he was a princess who came to this kind of place for a small person like him, but his face was calm and ungrateful, did he feel wronged?
Qin Jing laughed in his heart, the princess was like a child begging for candy.

Seeing that he glanced at her and then lowered his head to carve his woodcarving, Princess Yi'an couldn't help staring.What a maverick guard!Is this a broken can?Because she's not one of her people, and she's leaving tomorrow, he doesn't even bother to show the courtesy he should have?

(End of this chapter)