Her frown suddenly relaxed, the corners of her mouth raised a beautiful curve, and the corners of her eyes and brows looked like spring flowers blooming.
In the pale golden sunshine, Nanming also smiled softly at her.
She put down the book in her hand and ran with her skirt in hand. On the way, she tripped over a box and stumbled, falling to the ground. She grimaced in pain.
She raised her head and showed an expression of grievance to Nanming, who was about to cry: Why don't you come and help me?
Nan Ming let out a long sigh, his brows seemed to be full of sorrow, and he murmured in a low voice: "For Huan, I am still sorry in this life..."
She blinked, not knowing why.
Nanming turned around and left slowly.
"Nan Ming..." She saw his back quickly fade and finally disappear.
The sun is still bright, people are coming and going on the street, and it is still noisy.
However, Nanming was gone.
*
Feng Weihuan woke up from her dream, her heart seemed to be grabbed by something, and she was so stuffy that she could hardly breathe.
She couldn't help but take deep breaths.
Qiqiao, who was sleeping outside, heard the commotion and quickly lit a lamp and came over: "Princess——"
Seeing Feng Weihuan, who was covered in sweat and clutching his chest with a distressed look on his face, she was startled: "Princess, what's wrong with you? Do you want to call a doctor?"
Feng Weihuan waved his hand: "Water..."
Qiqiao hurriedly poured a glass of water. Feng Weihuan drank it in one gulp, and she poured a second glass.
After drinking three glasses of wine in a row, Feng Weihuan finally calmed down.
She got out of bed and wanted to go outside to get some air. Qiqiao was startled again: "Princess, it's raining outside and it's a bit cold. You're sweating profusely, why don't you change your clothes first?"
While she was talking, she had already gone to get clean cotton cloth and pajamas.
Feng Weihuan was stunned for a moment. Is it raining?
She walked straight outside, reached out and pushed open the door, and a gust of cold night wind blew in her face with raindrops.
Somehow, she suddenly shivered.
"Princess Princess——" Qiqiao ran over and wiped the sweat from her face and neck with cotton cloth while saying, "Hurry in, you will catch a cold when it is hot or cold. Are you having a nightmare? Then
How about I come in and sleep with you..."
Nightmare? Feng Weihuan stared blankly at the dark courtyard, and felt a thump in his heart.
Nanming, has something happened to him?
*
Desert City.
Feng Danyuan has been stationed in Liuyun Mountain for ten days.
The Northern Xinjiang soldiers and the Yun Kingdom's Northern Territory Army searched Liuyun Mountain thoroughly. He even took the risk to use "Canghailu" again, but the mysterious entrance did not appear.
Could it be that, as Nan Ming said, it only appears once every few hundred years, and you have to wait hundreds of years for it to appear?
His intuition told him that it was wrong.
The whole thing is weird. The strangest thing is that the scene that appeared this time is different from what Nanming described, and it is also different from the space that the little guy saw...
brat?!
How could he forget that the little guy can see overlapping spaces!
As if there was a connection between them, the little guy came to see him that night.
"Dad, why aren't you back yet?" The little guy held his chin, his face a little red, and his tone was still old-fashioned: "Isn't the battle difficult to fight? Don't make it too difficult for yourself. As the saying goes, victory depends on defeat.
This is a common thing for soldiers. As a human being, you should be more open-minded."
