She had a very long dream.

In her dream, she came to a vast desert. A blazing red sun hung on the edge of the desert, like a phoenix bird resting on it. The vast desert below was suffocated by the phoenix bird's fireworks.

Waves of scorching heat swept across every inch of the land, as if the desert was breathing heavily.

She walked forward with difficulty against the wind and sand, the sound of the desert wind whistling past her ears.

After walking for a while, a wine shop appeared in front of me.

The wine shop is as quiet and desolate as a desert, the tables and chairs are covered with thick dust, but when you walk in, you can smell the aroma of wine, which is intoxicating.

The shop owner is an old lady who is over seventy years old. The old lady's face is covered with traces of time, but her waist is not bent at all. She stands in the door of the shop in high spirits, looking at the wind and sand in the distance, as if she is waiting.

What.

She sat down at the seat closest to the counter and ordered a pot of wine and a plate of side dishes. Perhaps it was because no one had come to the desert for a long time, but the old lady actually sat down and talked with her for a long time after serving her the food and wine.

I heard from the old lady that this desert was once an ancient battlefield.

With this thought in mind, she closed her eyes and felt it carefully, as if she could really hear the waving flags and shouts of millions of lions who had conquered thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

When she opened her eyes again, what she saw was a scene of thousands of troops and two armies confronting each other.

There was no sound, but she could feel the shouts and the sound of trumpets and drums from the high-spirited expressions of the soldiers of the two armies.

She saw a woman in gorgeous clothes with a messy bun with an arrow stuck in her chest. Dark red blood seeped out and spread over the moon-white clothes.

The woman walked slowly, step by step, until she was in so much pain that she could no longer walk. She covered her wound and knelt between the two armies, slowly falling down.

A man wearing precious armor staggered over and hugged the woman's gradually cold body. He was grief-stricken. His roaring and crying could not express his heartbreak. He shouted, "Qing Qing"

At this time, the surrounding environment suddenly became chaotic. The earth shook and the mountains shook. Thousands of armies and horses fought together. The swords clashed with each other. The vast desert was suddenly stained red with blood...

Suddenly, an arrow shot through the chaos of soldiers and horses and hit her chest, but she couldn't move for a moment...

"Qingqing, wake up quickly, it's time to be late for school."

She opened her eyes suddenly, touched her pounding heart, and was glad that it was just a dream.

Her mother noticed something strange about her and thought she had an old illness: "What's wrong, Qingqing? Does your heart hurt again?"

She suffered from congenital heart disease when she was born, and her condition became more serious as she grew older. Her disease affects the hearts of every family member.

She shook her head and softly comforted the anxious mother in front of her. She said, "It's okay. I just had a nightmare. It's okay now."

Her mother looked at her, there was still some doubt in her eyes, but she didn't ask any more questions. She stood up and brought a glass of water and put it in front of her bed: "I have something to tell my mother. Get up now. It's time to go to school."

After saying that, her mother turned and left, opening the curtains before leaving. The sunlight in the midsummer morning was still dazzling, making her a little dizzy.

The wind blew up the curtains and knocked a book to the ground. She stood up and bent down to pick it up, and accidentally caught a glimpse of a scroll under the desk.

Her mother served her breakfast in the kitchen and asked twice more when she saw she hadn't come out yet.

She didn't respond to her mother, and bent down to take out the scroll.

This scroll was something she had never seen at home, and her curiosity drove her to open it.

What is shown on the scroll is a gorgeous woman wearing a fiery red wedding dress, a phoenix crown and a hazel, gorgeous clothes, and an outstanding appearance. She looks young and bold, but she is still dignified and beautiful. Between her extraordinary eyebrows, there is a woman who has just left the palace.

They all have shyness and longing.

Looking further down, there is a row of small inscriptions: My Wife, Qi Liang Huanqing.

For some reason, when she saw this line of small words, she felt unreasonable pain and heartache in her heart.

She gently touched the six words "My wife, Qi Liang Huanqing" with her fingers. Suddenly, a sharp and clear pain came from her heart, and she curled up and lay on the ground in pain.

The surroundings fell into darkness, and the woman in the moon-white dress who appeared in the dream knelt in front of her with her head lowered, and the sound of the desert wind whizzed past her ears.

She stood up with difficulty and asked, "Who are you?"

The woman heard the sound and slowly raised her head to look at her. Only then did she get a glimpse of the woman's whole face, but she couldn't help but be surprised. They had exactly the same face.

The woman looked at her with no surprise in her eyes, as if she had known for a long time: "I am Liang Huanqing.
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