"Aunt Qing?" Man'er thought thoughtfully, then shook his head for a while, "I don't know her."
Yuan Qingling looked at her confused and troubled look and couldn't help but said: "Man'er, do you mind if I help you with hypnosis?"
"Okay, whatever the princess asks the slave to do, the slave will do it." Man'er said obediently.
Yuan Qingling first lit the agarwood incense, then put soft cushions on the imperial concubine chair for her to lie down comfortably. He moved a chair and sat in front of her, looking at Man'er with gentle eyes, and said
: "Man'er, now imagine the mountains, water, woods, people, and animals running in the mountains in your southern Xinjiang."
Man'er began to think that one scene after another was not very clear, and even a little blurry.
"Okay, now close your eyes. Don't think about the things I asked you to think about just now." Yuan Qingling's voice was very gentle, like the spring breeze blowing, making people feel peaceful instantly. "Don't think about those winding mountain roads.
You can’t think about those dense woods, the animals running around all over the mountains, and the quietly flowing river with residual leaves floating on the river and spinning in the water. You can’t think about these anymore, you have to forget them.”
As Yuan Qingling's voice sounded slowly, Man'er's memory of the mountains and rivers of southern Xinjiang gradually became clearer. The more he told himself not to think about it, the obsession kept lingering there.
The mountain road is lined with hawthorn trees, with red fruit hanging on the roadside. Occasionally, the sound of hawthorns falling can be heard. The mountain is filled with colorful datura flowers and wild lilies in the mountains. She is walking there.
On the mountain road, there was a rabbit following behind her. When she turned around, the rabbit hid in the grass and did not come out for a long time.
Someone called her, and she raised her head and answered. Then, someone held her hand and walked forward. The person walking in front had a tall back. He was talking, saying that she was not allowed to run out alone.
She called out to the man, "Aweng!"
The man turned back, his brows blurry, but she could feel the gentle gaze.
Yuan Qingling had been quietly watching the changes on her face. She began to be calm, smiling, and coquettish, and finally began to change. She was a little nervous, and her body kept tightening. After a while, she suddenly let out a scream,
He opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed Yuan Qingling's wrist with both hands, his eyes were full of panic, and he was breathing heavily.
Yuan Qingling patted the back of her hand gently and said gently: "It's okay, it's okay, it was a dream, it was a dream."
"Dream?" Man'er's face was still pale and he had been in a state of shock for a long time. "Have you fallen asleep, slave?"
"Yes, you fell asleep," Yuan Qingling held her hand and asked softly: "Tell me, what did you dream about?"
"Aweng is dead." Man'er murmured, the look of horror in his eyes getting even worse, "A lot of blood kept flowing down the stone steps. He lay on the stone steps, was kicked by someone, and then rolled down.
It stopped moving. The huge fire kept burning and came over."
"Ah Weng?" Yuan Qingling looked at her, "Is this your Ah Weng?"
Man'er was very flustered, "I don't know, I don't know, the princess, I don't know."
"Okay, Man'er, don't panic. We don't want to think about it anymore. We don't want to think about it anymore." Yuan Qingling hugged her. He had never seen her in such a panic. She couldn't help but feel guilty. If some of her memories were sealed, they were sealed for her.
People must want to protect her and not want her to face it.
"This dream is too scary." Man'er shivered all over.
"It's a dream, so don't take it to heart, don't think about it, don't think about it anymore." Yuan Qingling patted her back and comforted her.
Man'er was held by Yuan Qingling in a daze. The fragments in the dream were still very clear. The bright red blood seemed to be flowing out of her heart, which hurt.