Chapter 260 A Strange Dream

At this time, in the inner room of another small courtyard, Fuchen, like a young lady forced by the madam to receive guests, was trying to make Chu Hongyi change her mind with words, "Little ancestor, we haven't gotten married yet-"

"Shut up." Chu Hongyi began to tear off his clothes, "You have to obey tonight, and you have to obey even if you don't."

Fuchen choked and subconsciously stretched out his hand to protect himself: "No, don't be like this, listen to me first..."

Chu Hongyi frowned: "Don't talk."

Fuchen sighed, "Little ancestor, this is wrong."

"What I say is right, no refutation is allowed." Chu Hongyi said coldly, "If you talk any more, I'll hit your dumb point."

Fuchen fell silent for a moment, quietly letting go of his hand and lying on the bed, with a submissive look of giving up resistance: "Okay, I'm willing to obey you. But can you please tell me, why are you so anxious?"

Are you anxious?

Chu Hongyi's expression paused slightly, as if she was a little dissatisfied with his choice of words, but this small problem was quickly ignored.

She stared into his eyes, as if she was asking a prisoner: "After returning to Dongling, if your father, queen, mother and concubine do not agree with you marrying me, will you break away from them?"

Fuchen was stunned for a moment, then slowly sat up and held her whole body in his arms: "If necessary, I will."

"Me too." Chu Hongyi said, "If the Chu family makes a big fuss about my marriage, I can leave the Chu family and start my own business."

Fuchen was silent for a moment, probably guessing what happened.

But it’s normal to think about it. Under the imperial power of Dongling, the major families have equal power. No one wants to fall behind others. Becoming the head of the family is also what the masters of the major families want to do.

The biggest advantage and confidence of the Chu family now is the military power in the hands of Chu Hongyi. If they are married to the royal family again, the Chu family will definitely be inferior to the other three major families.

So before they returned to Dongling, making a deal with the future queen in advance was Chu Xuanyi's first move.

If the country and the country were like a chess game, then all the major families would be pawns on the chessboard. As the eldest son of Chu, Chu Xuanyi naturally had the interests of the Chu family at heart.

This was a normal thing, but what was abnormal was that it made Hong Yi unhappy.

If his little ancestor is not happy, no one else can even hope to get what they want.

The corners of Fuchen's lips raised, but a cold light flashed across his eyes.

Chu Xuanyi.

"Don't change the topic." Chu Hongyi broke free from his grasp, stretched out her hand and pushed him down on the bed, leaned over and blocked his lips.

Fuchen was stunned by her kiss, and a smile flashed across his eyes.

Forget it, leave it to her.

Anyway, he has fallen into the hands of this little ancestor in his life and will not marry anyone else, and she will not marry anyone else. In this case, what's the harm in obeying her?

The night gradually fell, and the moonlight penetrated through the window, casting a silvery glow on the room.

Chu Hongyi, who had the attitude of making raw rice out of cooked rice, attacked fiercely but lacked stamina. In the end, the delicate and frail Fuchen beauty took the initiative to attack and ate her over and over again, almost gnawing away from the inside and outside until even the residue was left.

The moonlight shines through the carved windows, rendering the room charming and ambiguous.

…

Different from the intense entanglement between Fuchen and Chu Hongyi, Nan Xi had a strange dream tonight.

In the dream, there was the majestic imperial city, the nine-layer palace, the prosperity and beauty... and the blood that filled the ground.

A woman in a gorgeous robe stood alone on the city tower, overlooking the prostrate people below. Standing next to her was a man whose appearance could not be seen clearly but who was equally noble and unparalleled.

He was obviously full of glory and dazzling, but there was an indescribable sadness lingering around him.

Nan Xi desperately wanted to see who that person was, but she still couldn't. The person's face seemed to be melted in a hazy halo, making people think of the glamorous sky, but she could never see her true face.

The scene changes.

The woman is still dressed in noble and gorgeous clothes, standing alone on the tall Danbi. The bright yellow robe drags to the ground and is laid out on the steps of the palace, reflecting the dazzling nobility. Under the steps of the palace, there was blood all over the ground. A long and thin body knelt on top of the hall, as stiff as a stone sculpture.

All that lingered around him was loneliness and despair.

Until the long sword entered her chest and made a slight but ominous sound in her ears, the woman's pupils shrank suddenly, and all the blood faded from her face in an instant. She hurried down the hall steps, no longer caring about her luxurious manners, and shouted hoarsely: "Here comes someone! "

Life and death are at stake in an instant.

All the imperial doctors were dispatched, and all the precious medicinal materials were used. After many long days and nights, they finally pulled him back from the hands of death.

However, the sword he stabbed with the intention of death was poisonous. After luckily being rescued, he was in serious physical condition, his face was extremely pale, and his heart and lungs were weak. From then on, he stayed on the sick bed and relied on decoctions to survive.

The bright yellow figure stepped in front of the bed every night, shedding all dignity and alienation, whispering to him tenderly, just to comfort his condition and to see the warm and clear smile.

His failing body could not survive for long even with the help of panacea. One day, he struggled to prop up his weak body and leaned half on the bedside. He deeply reflected her features in his heart and embedded them in his bones. A wisp of blood from the corner of his mouth was the trace of her eyes. The last touch of color.

The woman looked at him blankly, tears covering her cheeks, and she suddenly burst out crying: "Ah——"

"Ah!" Nan Xi woke up from her sleep and sat up suddenly, covered in cold sweat.

"What's wrong?" A pair of arms pulled her into his arms, Rong Yu's voice was full of worry, "Have you had a nightmare?"

Nan Xi closed her eyes and leaned against his arms, calming her rapid breathing. After a long time, she whispered, "I had a strange dream."

Rong Yu kissed the ends of her hair and said softly, "Dreams are all fake."

Nan Xi put her arms around his waist and curled up in his arms, feeling the strong and steady heartbeat in his heart. A sense of peace of mind slowly spread throughout her body, and gradually dispelled the loneliness and coldness that permeated her body.

Nan Xi spoke softly: "Rong Yu."

"Hmm?"

"Do you think people have past lives and present lives?"

Rong Yu was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Hmm."

Nan Xi raised her eyes, and there was still a loneliness in her eyes that was almost the same as the person in the dream: "Do you believe that people have past lives and present lives?"

"Hmm." Rong Yu held her tightly in his arms, and his voice became lower and lower, containing some strong feelings that could not be expressed, "Believe."

Nan Xi stared at the corner of the bed curtain without any focus, and slowly spoke after a long time: "Rong Yu, why don't you ask me what I dreamed about?"

"Don't worry about what you dreamed about, you just need to know that dreams are fake." Rong Yu said, "Dreams that make you feel scared and uneasy must not be true."

"But I really had a long and real dream before."