Zhao Luoyang felt pain, and then she saw more blood. The strange thing was that she didn't feel there was anything wrong, but felt relieved.
Now she is more like a person who stays out of the matter and accepts it all numbly.
In front of me was the chaotic military camp.
And Xiao Yu who was holding her.
It's still painful because these injuries actually happened to her.
Why does she feel relieved in the dream?
Because this was her last thing, she had carefully covered it up before, but now she knew she would lose it. The bones and blood in her body had to be separated from her abruptly.
Since there is nothing left, what is there to fear?
In this way, there is no need for hesitation, dilemma, or hesitation.
…
It's so scary. This dream is really scary.
Why did it become like this? Why did she and the little mute reach this point? Why did everyone around her leave in the end?
"Wen Po is here."
"The princess is not yet full term."
Sounds kept coming into her ears, but no one had to wait for her to respond because she was speechless.
As time went by, they didn't care what she was thinking.
"Princess, please try harder."
"Oh, so much blood..."
"Luoyang, Luoyang..."
She raised her eyes again and saw Xiao Yu.
"Luoyang, you did a good job," Xiao Yu said, "Just bear it a little longer and it will be fine. As long as you are in good health... in the future..."
What’s next?
Looking at Xiao Yu, she seemed to be able to see the young King Yu finally conquering all the cities and being crowned the throne by his loyal ministers.
"I will make the country of Da Qi prosperous, and the people will live and work in peace and contentment from now on."
Zhao Luoyang suddenly laughed. She didn't know where the strength came from, which made her want to break this ridiculous thing. If she could have a sharp blade, she would split this scene and make it completely shattered.
She found a pair of scissors lying next to her, which she had used to make clothes for her unborn child.
She swung it at him again without hesitation, just like she was raising a stick at him.
The sharp scissors pierced the flesh, and warm blood spattered on her face, mixed with her tears, and streaked across her cheeks.
Her vision was also dark.
Pain cannot be shouted out, it will only drown people over and over again in the depths of darkness, giving people a taste of the feeling of being slowly drowned.
I once wanted to cure my throat just so I could call him: little mute.
Later, I wanted to sing a song from my hometown for the baby in my belly.
Nothing is needed now.
…
No, no, that's not the case.
Zhao Luoyang called himself over and over again to wake himself up.
"This is a dream."
"This is a dream."
…
"What's going on here?"
Luo Zhenniang heard something moving in the back room and hurriedly put on her clothes to look. She saw Mrs. Yang holding Zhao Luoyang in her arms.
Zhao Luoyang was sweating profusely and shouted something vaguely that could not be heard clearly.
"Sister Luo is having a nightmare." Mrs. Yang looked at her daughter-in-law.
Luo Zhenniang hurriedly stepped forward and whispered: "Sister Luo, Sister Luo, wake up, it's okay, it's okay!"
Mrs. Yang also called softly: "Sister Luo, the milk is here!" As she spoke, she kept stroking Zhao Luoyang's head with her hands.
Zhao Xueli, Zhao Xuejing, Ge Shi and others also entered the room.
"Are you scared?" Zhao Xueli asked, "When Sister Luo and Mr. Xie were together, someone assassinated them."
Old Mrs. Yang said: "No. I haven't been scared when I met bandits twice! Go and twist a towel and wipe Sister Luo's face."
After Mrs. Yang said this, Zhao Xueli and Luo Zhenniang came back to their senses.
"I'll get it." Without waiting for his parents to respond, Zhao Yuanrang put on his shoes and ran to the kitchen. Zhao Yuanji also hurriedly followed to help.
Zhao Yuanbao also wanted to follow, but... he couldn't cause any more trouble to the family at this time, so he just crawled around Old Mrs. Yang to Zhao Luoyang's side, stretched out his hand to tuck his sister's quilt, and after doing this, he didn't do anything.
He was anxious to get back to his bed, but stayed by his sister's side.
Zhao Yuanrang twisted the warm towel and handed it to Luo Zhenniang.
Luo Zhenniang wiped Zhao Luoyang's face.
Old Mrs. Yang still called Zhao Luoyang's name.
When Zhao Luoyang opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was her breasts, then her father and mother, as well as her third uncle, third aunt, fourth uncle, fourth aunt and brothers.
Everyone gathered around the room and looked at her with concern.
"Wake up, wake up."
Luo Zhenniang looked happy.
Old Mrs. Yang said: "Keep your voice down, don't scare Sister Luo again."
Luo Zhenniang nodded and lowered her voice: "Sister Luo, what do you think? What happened just now?"
Compared to the situation in the dream, I feel indescribably warm now, and my family is all here.
"Sister, would you like some water?" Zhao Yuanrang stood beside him holding a bowl of warm water.
Mrs. Yang took the bowl over and said, "Drink some. You're sweating so much. What are you dreaming about? Are you afraid of being like this?"
Everything in the dream was like a huge shadow, covering her tightly, but everything she saw after waking up from the dream was like a ray of light, dispersing them all.
After drinking a bowl of warm water, Zhao Luoyang's tense spirit slowly relaxed a little.
Zhao Yuanrang took the bowl and asked his sister seriously: "Do you still want to drink?"
Zhao Luoyang shook her head, her brother didn't even wear clothes.
"Why don't you speak?" Old Mrs. Yang asked, "You're not fully awake yet?"
Only then did Zhao Luoyang realize that she seemed to have forgotten that she could speak.
"No," Zhao Luoyang said, "I just feel scared when I think about it."
Zhao Xueli couldn't help but asked: "What are you dreaming about?"
The scene in the dream reappeared in Zhao Luoyang's mind, and she subconsciously went to see her fourth uncle. In the dream, the fourth uncle wanted to take her away, because the fourth uncle knew that she would never stay.
So the fourth uncle looked stupid, but actually he was very thoughtful in his heart.
Zhao Luoyang cleared his throat: "I dreamed that we got separated on the way to move. Everyone was gone. Only my fourth uncle and I were left. Later...it was just me."
Mrs. Yang smiled when she heard this: "How about if it's not a dream? The whole family is traveling together, how can we leave you alone?"
Zhao Luoyang didn't know why, but her nose suddenly felt sore, and then she said firmly: "No."
"Isn't that enough," Old Mrs. Yang said, "Besides, isn't your fourth uncle here? Your fourth uncle can find us even if he carries you on his back."
This time Zhao Xueyi responded affirmatively: "I can find it."
Now everyone was relieved. Zhao Luoyang was about to tell everyone to go back and rest when she felt someone holding her hand. She lowered her head and saw Zhao Yuanbao.
Zhao Yuanbao was putting something into her hand.
Zhao Luoyang lowered his head and took a closer look. It was a piece of fruit candy, but it had been hidden for a long time and had a lot of dust on it.
Obviously this was Zhao Yuanbao's treasure. Now that he saw that his sister was unhappy, he dug out the treasure and gave it to his sister.
"Ouch," Ge Shi also saw it clearly and couldn't help shouting, "Did you hide something again? Where are you hiding it? I said there are several rats in this house, and they all eat the things you hide.
.”
"Is there any more? Take it out quickly."
Zhao Yuanbao couldn't help but sigh when he saw that his food was not guaranteed.
Mrs. Yang smiled and said: "Okay, stop making trouble, I'll look for you tomorrow, go and have a rest!"
If they don't leave, Zhao Luoyang and the others won't be able to rest. Zhao Xuejing and Zhao Xueyi's family left first. Before leaving, Zhao Xuejing also said: "If you need anything, just call us. Loud enough that you can hear us."
Luo Zhenniang was still a little worried and asked warmly: "Can it be done?"
Zhao Luoyang nodded.
Mrs. Yang looked at Zhao Yuanrang and Zhao Yuanji: "You two go and squeeze in with your father and second uncle."
After sending the two grandsons out, Mrs. Yang told Luo Zhenniang: "You sleep next to Sister Luo tonight."
In this way, Zhao Luoyang has her breast on the left and her mother on the right. Although she is no longer a child, this feeling of being protected is really good.
"Sleep peacefully," Mrs. Yang reached out and patted her granddaughter, "Your mother and I are here!"
Zhao Luoyang nodded.
If she had breasts and a mother, and everyone was there, she wouldn't be like in the dream.
After blowing out the lamp, Zhao Luoyang closed his eyes again. He might have had a nightmare, but his mind was unusually clear, and he recalled everything in the dream again.
The little mute in the dream...
All the emotions seemed to become complicated all of a sudden.
Why is there such a dream? This dream can be connected with the dreams she had before, as if it was another her.
Will the little mute become the same as in the dream?
Zhao Luoyang didn't want to think about it, and she didn't habitually ask Shi Jiu, because she knew deep down in her heart that the little mute and Shi Jiu were the same person, and after what they had experienced, she still didn't want to talk to him.
…
within the system.
Shi Jiu watched as his virtual figure gradually became transparent.
The health value is still falling.
He was so weak that he couldn't even make a sound.
Maybe he will disappear tonight?
I vaguely heard the voices of Zhao Luoyang and the Zhao family talking.
Although she didn't know what happened, she was fine.
But...he didn't have time to say goodbye to her...