Qingyi had a dream, dreaming about many people and many things.
In the dream, she met her father, a very beautiful man.
In the dream, there were no two bad women her father married. There was only an aunt who was very good to her, and two little boys who looked exactly like her father. They said they were hers.
elder brother.
She dreamed that they came to find her.
In the dream, she cried loudly and held their hands to prevent them from leaving, but they still left.
"Father, father——!"
"Smile, smile, wake up." When Qing Yi was shouting, she heard someone calling her. She opened her eyes, tears blurred her vision, and she could only feel a strong embrace, holding her tightly.
in his arms.
"Xiaoxiao, are you having a nightmare again?"
The night was already deep, and Qingyi slept from day to midnight. Ling Aojue said that Qingyi would not be allowed to sleep in his palace, but he was still worried after all. After finishing what he should be busy with, he unexpectedly walked to Qingyi.
One pavilion.
As soon as he arrived at the door, he heard Qingyi's loud scream, and he rushed in and took the little thing who was desperately trying to catch something into his arms.
At this moment, Qingyi finally heard the voice of the person who came. As if grasping a life-saving straw, she hugged Ling Aojue tightly and refused to let go. She didn't want her anymore. Everyone didn't want her anymore.
Her father married a bad woman and drove away the only concubine who was kind to her. Everyone bullied her and no one wanted her anymore.
"Xiaoxiao, it's okay, uncle is here." Ling Aojue comforted the person who huddled in his arms, shivering, and hugging him tightly. He felt unspeakably uncomfortable in his heart.
Over the years, she still often has nightmares, crying and shouting every time - "Father."
He didn't know what happened to her in the past, but he really didn't have any good impression of the man she called her father.
"Uncle..." When Qing heard this, she burst into tears with a "wow" sound. She was crying. Maybe she was tired. After a while, she cried and laughed. When she looked again, she had fallen asleep.
Looking at the person in his arms, Ling Aojue lowered his eyes, put her back on the bed, and covered her with a thin quilt.
The next morning, when the sun had just peeked out from the sky and it was not yet fully dark, Qing Yi was lying on the bed and suddenly opened her eyes and suddenly sat up from the bed. This was actually the person who had been by her side and had not slept all night.
Ling Aojue was shocked.
"Xiaoxiao, what's wrong?" Ling Aojue stepped forward, sat in front of the bed, and naturally stretched out his hand to touch Qingyi's forehead, and found that her fever had gone away.
"Uncle? Why are you here?" Qingyi blinked and looked at Ling Aojue sitting next to him in confusion.
When Qing Yi said this, Ling Aojue's face showed a hint of uneasiness. He turned his head away, coughed twice and said, "I happened to be going to the morning meeting and passed by you. I stopped by to see you."
"Really?" Qingyi looked at Ling Aojue doubtfully, as if he didn't need to go through her Qingyi Pavilion to go from the uncle's bedroom to the main hall. His beautiful eyes rolled, and his eyes lit up, and Qingyi suddenly understood.
, said with a smile, "Uncle, go ahead and go. Well, you can come to my place for breakfast after the court."
As soon as Ling Aojue saw Qingyi's appearance, he knew that his lame excuse had been seen through. He lowered his eyes coldly, stood up and said, "Well, it's still early, so you can sleep a little longer."
Ling Aojue left, leaving Qingyi sitting alone on the bed, smiling eyes that turned into crescent moons.