Chapter 120 Nightmare

Regardless of whether he can see the blind, at least let people see it, know that she is careful, and try to keep it for him.

"Oh." So it turned out, Su Anan gave Cuiyan an admiring look, "Okay."

Cuiyan smiled and went to clean up the tableware.

As soon as Shen Juncheng arrived at Run Dexuan, Chao Sheng handed over a letter.

Take it apart, it's Maoming's.

He shook his head and indifferently put the letter in the censer and burned it.

The fellow was curious enough to know that he would check.

Since ancient times, the imperial family is the most suspicious.

A cloud of blue smoke gradually rose from the incense burner...

Chao Sheng reported his observation. In a day's effort, he had already figured out the location of the mansion.

He only went with the master after he arrived in Shenzhuang, and he didn't know the layout of the Hou Mansion before.

Speaking of the layout, he mentioned Dimo ​​Xuan, Shen Yong's study.

Many people are guarding it, and they are not allowed to approach.

Shen Juncheng snorted, Shen Yong was cautious, even if he left the house, the study area would be guarded, as expected.

Night came quietly.

It was Su An'an who took a bath first.

After washing her hair today, she had to hang it for a while after twisting it, so she didn't get on the bed, sat at the table, picked up an embroidery frame, and started embroidering it.

Since I promised to prepare it for him, I have to put it into practice, it's fine anyway.

She threaded the needle, held the needle in her hand, and sat by the candlelight to embroider.

When Shen Juncheng came out of the medicinal bath, he saw her sitting under the candlelight, holding the embroidery bandage, embroidering carefully, and didn't even notice that he came out.

The candlelight was shining brightly, reflecting on her side face, looking a bit hazy and inexplicable, and it disappeared in an instant when it was blocked a little at noon.

He sat back on the edge of the bed and asked casually, "What are you doing?"

Only then did Su Anan look back at him, and then said, "I'm embroidering a veil for my husband."

"Well, what embroidery pattern?"

"Is Junzilan okay?"

"Row."

No, there is no way, Su Anan has already started.

She looked back and said while embroidering, "I have taken a nap before, and I am not sleepy for the time being. Husband, please rest early."

Shen Juncheng leaned on the bed halfway, glanced at her, and hummed lightly.

Being on the same roof with her, he couldn't read books or anything, but he was bored, so he simply took off the white gauze and lay down, closing his eyes and resting.

There is a faint scent of agarwood in the house...

He turned over, thinking that she should have ordered the soothing incense that Song Xingyuan sent.

This guy has a good conscience, and the incense he gave seems to be really soothing, making people very relaxed.

Thinking about it, he slowly got tired, and soon, he fell asleep.

He was dreaming.

Dreaming of winter when I was eight years old.

The snow was flying, and he was still happily building a snowman in the courtyard. His mother sat on the porch, hugged Mrs. Tang to watch him play, and gently told him, "The snow is heavy, Chenger, come back quickly, don't catch a cold."

He was very skinny, his hands were red with cold, and he didn't want to come back and continue to play.

The mother was also helpless, so she had no choice but to let him go, and then let the servant girl watch, don't let the young master fall.

The son of Jiangmen, his father's education is very strict, and it is normal for boys to bump into each other. But the mother was still reluctant, and the father was strict, so the mother gave him enough love.

The maids also knew that the madam was precious, young master, and followed closely behind to watch, "Master, young master, slow down, the snow is slippery, don't fall."

The atmosphere is very good, with warmth, tranquility, cheers and laughter everywhere.

He thought he would always be so happy until the bad news came.

Father, die in battle!

In an instant, the world turned and everything in the Shen residence changed.

There are swirling paper money everywhere, falling in the mud, and in the place where he played...

The emperor grieved and ordered the whole country to mourn for three days.

For a time, there were cries everywhere, after which his mother held him in tears day and night.

Those days were grey.

He put away the temper that made his mother worry, became obedient and obedient, quiet, and practiced martial arts in the morning, without being lazy once.

He thought, his father is gone, he has to get stronger, he has to get stronger.

His mother was getting thinner and thinner, and he didn't think about eating and drinking. He was anxious. At a young age, he knelt on the ground and made a serious oath. In the future, he will replace his father to protect his mother and hope that her mother will cherish her body.

The mother finally smiled reluctantly, with tears in her eyes, hugged him in her arms and promised, "Mother is fine, it will be fine after a while, fine, mother will watch Chenger grow up and become what your father used to be. ."

He was relieved, thinking that his mother would never leave him.

He became more and more diligent, and grew several times overnight.

But sometimes, commitments are also fragile, and when the fragile wind blows, they dissipate.

On a certain bitter afternoon, he heard the sad news that his mother followed his father...

Parents passed away one after another, and children who were once doted on in every possible way lost the whole world all at once.

That year, the snow was extraordinarily heavy and heavy, covering the entire capital, like a moment of silence for the couple.

But he was blinded by the white, and ran out crying.

Without the warm words of his mother and the generous embrace of his father, he seemed to be abandoned, crumbling and going mad in the snow in the back mountain.

"Husband? Husband?"

Someone called him softly, but Shen Juncheng fell into a nightmare, so drowsy, he didn't wake up for a long time.

Seeing that his brows were frowning tightly, Su Anan seemed very uncomfortable, and immediately reached out to touch his forehead.

The temperature was normal, just a little perspiration. She drew back her hand, thinking that he was probably dreaming.

Just as he was about to get up from the bed and go to get him a sweat towel to wipe, his wrist was grabbed, followed by a strong force that pulled her directly into his arms.

He hugged him from behind, and hugged so tightly that Su Anan could hear his heartbeat, and he whispered, "cold..."

Su Anan froze for a moment and struggled.

However, his hoop was so tight that she didn't struggle to open it for a moment, but instead gave him a little space, let his hand pass through her waist, and hug her tighter...

Su Anan was embarrassed, and just wanted to break his arm, when he heard him whisper again, "Don't go..."

She was stunned suddenly.

Was this... said to her?

So is he awake or not?

Turning his back to him, he couldn't see his appearance, so he could only ask in a low voice, "You, what's wrong with you?"

There was no echo, only the sound of gradually steady breathing.

Noticing that the shackles around her waist were loosened a little, she slowly opened his arms, and finally was able to escape, and immediately nestled in her own corner, holding the quilt and looking at him.

This is the first time to look at his sleeping face, but it is quiet, but the eyebrows are still tightly wrinkled, it seems that he should have had a nightmare just now.

She murmured secretly, what dream was she dreaming, it was still cold, it was summer, and she was hot.

Using her hand as a fan to hit the wind, she retracted her gaze, lifted the quilt, crawled in, and shrunk to the innermost side, wishing she could be three feet away.

The night is silent again...

At the beginning of the 90s, the sky was bright and the maids who got up early began to clean, or whispered, and there was a rustling sound.

Shen Juncheng is about to wake up.

He had always been a light sleeper, dreamy, and worried, but it was rare that he slept until 90 hours without waking up in the middle.

Although the beginning of this sleep was not good, the memories that had been in his heart for many years, perhaps accompanied by returning to the mansion, suddenly appeared, causing him to fall into a nightmare.