Looking at Zhuge Mingkong at this time, Rong Yu had a trace of doubt in his eyes. He put down the things in his hands, held Zhuge Mingkong's face in his hands, looked at her tenderly, and said warmly: "What's wrong? Do it.
Is it a nightmare?"
Hearing this familiar voice, Zhuge Mingkong didn't know why, but felt a different kind of feeling in his heart.
She quietly looked at the young man who was just a short distance away, and then said, "Well, I dreamed of some very strange scenes."
"What is it?"
"It's strange, I can't explain it." Zhuge Mingkong removed his hand from Rong Yu's face, then hugged him and rested his head on his shoulder: "It's just a dream, it's a bit strange, that's why I
I care a little, but it’s nothing.”
"That's good." Rong Yu put one hand on her hair and patted her back gently with the other.
When Zhuge Mingkong heard this extremely regular voice, his eyes sank, and he seemed to see the young man in white standing in the morning sun, and his heart suddenly hurt.
But at the same time, there is an unspeakable doubt.
Why would she dream about Rong Yu like this?
The scene in this dream is really weird.
After a long time, Rong Yu let go of her and smiled softly: "Let's sleep, we have to go to court tomorrow."
"Um!"
The two lay down, Zhuge Mingkong nestled in Rong Yu's arms, and he hugged her tightly. But because of the scene in his dream just now, Zhuge Mingkong couldn't sleep at this time.
There was a kind of doubt in her mind, and at the same time she was puzzled. She really didn't know why she would dream of such a scene.
After a long time, she slowly closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, Zhuge Mingkong and Rong Yu went to court together. The old emperor didn't say much. He just talked about the turmoil in the north and Ye Tianci went to deal with it. Some of the ministers were quite reticent, but the old emperor preferred Ye Tianci in his heart.
God-given, whatever the ministers say seems to be superfluous.
After going down to court, Zhuge Mingkong and Rong Yu walked behind the ministers.
At this moment, a fragment suddenly flashed in her mind.
In the white snow, there was a pure area, with red plum blossoms blooming next to it, which was quiet and moving. And in the white snow, there were two small lines of footprints. At the same time, a sentence popped up in her mind.
Ten years later, when the red plum blossoms bloom, we will get married.
"Uh..." Zhuge Mingkong covered her head. At that moment, an unspeakable pain spread across her head.
This feeling was strange, something she had never experienced before.
Rong Yu, who was standing next to her, saw something strange about her and immediately supported her and asked warmly: "Zhuge Mingkong, what's wrong with you?"
"Maybe I didn't sleep well, I have a headache." Zhuge Mingkong gently rubbed his temples, his face looked a little pale, which was very bad.
Rong Yu looked at her with some distress, and then said warmly: "I'll carry you on my back, just squint for a while!"
"Um!"
Rong Yu walked in front of her and bent down slightly. When Zhuge Mingkong was about to go up, he saw a thin back in front of him, which was exactly the same as Rong Yu's back, but much smaller.
"How could this happen?" Zhuge Mingkong stroked his head in discomfort and looked at Rong Yu's back, but he didn't know why he didn't want to go up.
Rong Yu quickly turned around, looked at the pale Zhuge Mingkong, reached out and hugged her.
"I'll take you back to Wenhou Mansion and ask Annuan to call Shusi over. You look really bad."
Being held like this by Rong Yu in the palace, everyone around them was naturally watching them. Zhuge Mingkong could not see the eyes of the people around her at this time, and strange pictures kept appearing in her mind.
They were all pictures that looked extremely strange, and they all gave her an indescribable strange feeling.
After arriving at Marquis Wen's Mansion and entering Zhuge Mingkong's room, Rong Yu put her on the couch, and then told Annuan to call Shusi. After that, he sat by the couch, looked at her quietly, and said warmly: "What on earth are you doing?"
What's wrong? Something has been wrong since last night."
Zhuge Mingkong sat on the couch and looked at Rong Yu quietly. He was silent for a long time and said: "I don't know, I really don't know what's going on. Some extremely strange pictures always appear in my mind. I don't know at all."
What is that."
When she spoke, she looked very uncomfortable, as if she was troubled by those images.
Rong Yujing looked at her, gently held her face with his hands, and then kissed her lips.
Zhuge Mingkong was stunned for a moment, and the warmth of the young man on his lips came over, and the faint lotus fragrance seemed to be stronger. The young man's dark eyes were close in front of her eyes, and she saw the eyes reflected in his eyes.
Those were her own eyes, a pair of eyes that seemed to be troubled by something.
The hands hanging on both sides were slightly clenched, and then slowly released. His hands slowly climbed up Rong Yu's back and hugged the young man who was close at hand.
At this time, Rong Yu moved his lips away from hers, wrapped his arms around her, and held her tightly in his arms.
"Don't worry, nothing will change." Rong Yu's gentle voice rippled in her ears. Zhuge Mingkong was stunned for a moment, and then the strength of his hand increased.
Indeed, the image troubled her.
She always felt that if she really understood those pictures, her current peaceful life would be broken.
However, she felt much relieved after hearing Rong Yu's words.
"Yes, I understand." Zhuge Mingkong replied warmly, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and his eyes became much calmer.
But the next second, a picture suddenly flashed through her mind. A little boy covered in blood. His face and body were covered with blood, and his original appearance could not be seen at all, but his eyes were a kind of...
The depths of deathly silence.
She felt as if she was looking into those dead black eyes, and saw a look that seemed like death.
She couldn't help clenching her hands, and Zhuge Mingkong's expression returned to the discomfort it had just now. She looked ahead with some confusion, but there was an indescribable lack of concentration in her eyes.
After a long pause, Zhuge Mingkong forced out a smile, walked out of Rong Yu's arms, and then said warmly: "I want to sleep for a while."
"Okay, I'll stay with you." Rong Yu supported her, let Zhuge Mingkong lie down, and then gently covered her with the quilt.
Zhuge Mingkong looked at Rong Yu and smiled at him: "Thank you."
Closing her eyes, Zhuge Mingkong suddenly saw the eyes of the boy covered in blood. They were lifeless and silent, as if they had lost everything. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and there was a hint of unspeakable panic in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Rong Yu asked immediately when he saw that she was even more wrong than before.
Zhuge Mingkong looked at him, and after a moment, he shook his head: "It's okay, I'll sleep now."
When she closed her eyes, those eyes had disappeared, but she remembered those eyes deeply.
Such dead silence.
Such emptiness.
So godless.
That made her feel distressed.
Gradually, a feeling of sleepiness came over him, and Zhuge Mingkong slowly fell asleep.
"Hey, you've been in my house for a month, can't you say something?" The girl's light voice sounded.
"Hey, you can't say a word! If you don't say a word, I will annoy you to death."
"Hey, squeak!"
"Squeak!"
"Squeak!"
"Squeak!"
"Squeak..." A faint boy's voice.
"Uh...you really only squeaked once! Let me hear those two squeaks."
"You're so annoying."
"Say it again."
"You're so annoying."
"Say it again."
"You're so annoying."
Strange voices kept ringing in Zhuge Mingkong's head. The second before she opened her eyes, she saw two scenes. One was a boy sitting at the desk writing, and a girl lying around him on the table, looking at him.
He kept talking, but the boy didn't even glance at him. In another scene, the boy was sitting on the kang bed reading a book, and the girl was surrounding him, laughing and talking. The boy's eyes were very cold, and he seemed to have no regard for the girl.
I don't care, but my eyes seem to be much gentler.
This scene made her feel a little familiar, but also very strange. After lying quietly for a while, Zhuge Mingkong looked to the side, and Rong Yu was lying beside her bed, quietly closing his eyes.
His face is like jade, as beautiful as the bright moon, and his lips like cherry blossoms are slightly pursed, with no trace of a smile. His black hair is casually fluttering on the white robe, black and white, unusually obvious. A strand of black hair
There was something a bit strange about him across his face.
She looked at Rong Yu, her eyes a little deep. Then, she covered Rong Yu with the quilt on her body.
This action woke Rong Yu up. He opened his eyes, and there was a hint of indifference in his eyes that he had never seen before, like frost. When he saw Zhuge Mingkong, his eyes softened instantly and he reached out to hold her hand.
, said gently: "Are you feeling better?"
Zhuge Ming looked at him quietly, his eyes indifferent. Recalling Rong Yu's indifferent look just now, a trace of doubt arose in her heart. Then she smiled slightly and said, "Well, I feel a lot better."
After saying that, she moved into the couch and said, "Come up!"
"Well, okay."
Rong Yu took off his shoes and sat on the couch. Zhuge Mingkong also sat up and leaned against Rong Yu.
The faint fragrance of lotus surrounded Zhuge Mingkong, and there were thousands of threads in his mind, like intricate threads, intertwined together, creating an abnormal chaos.
After being silent for a long time, Zhuge Mingkong raised his head slightly, looked at Rong Yu, and said, "Rong Yu, did you lie to me?"
When asking this question, Zhuge Mingkong clearly saw Rong Yu's eyes glazed over for a moment. This behavior was definitely not normal.
The two people's eyes met everything. For the first time, Zhuge Mingkong felt that although Rong Yu and her were very close to each other, there was a layer of gauze between them. There was something separating them.
looking at each other.
But the two people are connected by many things and cannot be separated at all.
For example, reluctant to give up.
For example, missing.
For example, love.
After a long pause, Rong Yu smiled softly, with unspeakable tenderness in his eyes.