Chapter 14:

Two days later, everyone sat together to have breakfast. The weather is fine and mosquitoes are scarce. When I talked about this incident, I said that I would enter Song Ning’s dream today, to fix some regrets, and see if Xiaolan can join me.
Because the road to Jiang Guo was so smooth that he had no chance to use his skills, a heart of fist and fist must be deeply regretful. This time I dreamed with many unforeseen things, and there is always a chance to save me. The deep waters can make up for his shortcomings, and also fulfill the promise he made to me four o'clock and three quarters ago in sixteen days.
After I said this, the three people present dropped their chopsticks one after another, but Xiaolan reacted quickly. The bamboo chopsticks fell halfway and they could easily be caught by covering them. Jun Wei and Zhi Su had to ask the servants on the side to change them. One pair.
Jun Wei was surprised that I invited Xiaolan into Song Ning's dream but did not invite him, and he was the swordsman that Master Jun arranged to protect me all the way.
But I have no difficulties in choosing this way. Although Jun Wei is known as a swordsman, he is actually a novelist in nature. He often has creative inspiration during the fight. At this time, he often decides to end the fight by himself, find a secluded place for novel creation, and completely forget his companions. In the enemy line.
This is why Xiao Huang, as a farmed tiger, can be more ferocious than wild tigers at certain moments. It can't remember how many times the inspired Jun Wei has been silently forgotten in the rain of swords and arrows. It can be seen that if life is not too big, the risk of seeking protection from Junwei is particularly great, because... inspiration is so elusive, disaster... is so elusive, with extra choices, even Xiao Huang would not Choose Jun Wei, let alone me who is not so good at me.
Even though I have such a thought in my heart, I can’t beat Jun Wei’s self-esteem. I think about it and say to him: "The main thing is that you have to stay to protect my piano. Look, if everyone falls into Song Ning’s dream, who will take the opportunity to run? Come out and ruin my piano, what should I do?"
After hearing this, Jun Wei looked at him, pondered for a while, and was deeply impressed. He turned around and exhorted Xiaolan one sentence after another: "Although your destination is the fantasy dream that Afu weaves for Song Ning, in the dream, you and Afu It's true. Your injury is the real injury, and death is also the real death. Be careful, it doesn't matter if you die, you must protect Ah Fu."
Xiao Lan didn't speak, and the bamboo chopsticks in my hand picked up the last jade crystal shrimp dumpling in the steamer, and I swallowed. The bamboo chopsticks stopped in the air, and he swept over with good-looking eyebrows, smiling but not smiling: "Miss Jun likes this?"
I looked at the dumplings in his chopsticks and shook my head reluctantly.
However, the bamboo chopsticks turned dexterously, and in a blink of an eye the dumplings were placed in the plate in front of me. The green bamboo color lined the crystal dumpling skins. The posture in which he held the chopsticks was elegant and strict in the aristocratic court.
I actually have no obsession with this dumpling, just a hobby during my lifetime. I can’t help but miss the taste when I see it now, and because I don’t have the taste, even if I eat it at this time, it’s like chewing wax. In that case, there is no need to waste it. Clip it to his dish.
The chopsticks were just above the soup bowl, and Jun Wei roared: "What are you doing? Did you hear me?"
I was frightened, and saw the dumplings quickly fall into the soup, Xiao Lan took advantage of the opportunity to pull me back. With a "pop", the soup splashed.
Jun Wei looked at me angrily. The snow-white robe was full of vegetable soup. Xiao Lan looked at Jun Wei and said solemnly: "What Brother Jun said, I will remember it, it doesn't matter if I die, you must protect it. Lady Zhu."
Jun Wei gritted her teeth: "You don't need to protect her, you can kill her now!"
I said, "That's not good..."
Xiao Lan looked at me with a smile but a smile, just about to express his attitude, the long-term silence suddenly said: "The girl actually understands Miró's illusion, Donglu hasn't had it for many years..."
Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by an angry Jun Wei: "She is from a poor family, and she learns some illusions and chats to make money. What's the fuss?"
A strange look appeared on Zhi Su's face.
Xiaolan looked at me with a smile: "Poor family? Talk to make money?"
I glanced at Jun Wei and looked at his expression. I felt it was difficult to reverse the setting he gave me, and nodded, "Um..."
Chou Su: "..."
Xiaolan: "..."
After breakfast, Jun Wei went back to the room to change clothes. He didn't know what to do, so Xiao Lan and I were waiting in the flower hall. I sat on a red sandalwood chair and meditated, how to make Shen An in the dream fall in love with Song Ning. The fantasy dreams woven by Huaxu are called Huaxu's realm. Huaxu's realm is just a reappearance of the past. The imaginary sinking shore mentioned by Song Ning can't be done.
Xiaolan and I entered Song Ning’s Huaxu realm, in order to change her past, so that the painful things that have already happened cannot happen, so that she can be happy in dreams, but how can we be happy, how can we be worry-free, If there is hope in the heart, that is the source of pain.
I thought, maybe we can kidnap Song Ning in that war in Cangluye, so that she can't save Shen An. Shen An died at that time, just right. But this was a far cry from Song Ning's expectations, and I wondered if I should just take a gamble.
When I was entangled in my heart, Xiao Lan interrupted my meditation. He looked at my lyre for a long time, and said, "Girl Caijun said that if this piano is destroyed, there will be big trouble?"
I absent-mindedly said: "Yeah."
He was full of interest: "What kind of trouble? If this piano is destroyed, will the Huaxu realm woven by playing it collapse instantly?"
I was stunned for a moment, not knowing why he had such terrible thoughts, shook his head and said, "No, but if this piano is destroyed, I will have to buy another one for two golden baht." He looked at me and said nothing. . I also looked at him. The air was silent for a while. After a while, his beautiful eyebrows suddenly burst into a smile, and the smile is so beautiful. He smiled and said: "Miss Jun is like this, really like a little girl I know."
auzw.com When I heard this, I felt a little unhappy. Just like when I was living in the Qing Dynasty Sect, I heard that in order to make his wife happy, Tiejian Liu praised his wife for looking like the famous actress Zhang Baizhi of Da Chao, but was chased by his wife with a shovel in Qi Tiaojie, although Zhang Baizhi was all over the country. , And Liu Dasao's six-foot body is two hundred and twenty catties.
In fact, women all over the world have the same heart, but they seek uniqueness, not all. I think that if my husband says what Xiaolan said today, I must let him kneel on the washboard. After thinking about it, I feel that this idea is really unnecessary. If I can have a husband in the future, it can only be Jun Wei, and Jun Wei never remembers him on the washboard.
At the end of the hour, a group of four people plus a tiger came to the agreed water pavilion.
Song Ning's expression was much better than two days ago. The high bun, the silk and silk cut Huasheng firmly adhere to the hair temple, and the silver forehead is embedded with crescent jade. I vaguely remember where I saw her look like this. I thought about it for a long time. I recalled that through Huaxu Tune two days ago, I saw the wedding night. She was dressed like this, but she was dressed in a red wedding dress. , Is a plain white dress without modification.
I said: "You are like this..."
She smiled and said, "Always tidy up before going to see him."
I know who she said he was. It was the sinking bank she fell in love with. Li Zhuanggong's seventeen years of freezing and snowy winter, before Yulangguan, the five strokes of Shen'an picked her off the horse; in the snowy mountains of Cangluye, the Shen'an said to her: "If the girl doesn't dislike it, stay hurt Okay, so I went to propose to the girl."
Song Ning's biggest mistake in this life was that he had only experienced a man in Shen An, so losing him seemed to have lost everything, and he couldn't be relieved until death. But if she has multiple men at the same time, losing him might just reduce the burden on her private life. Reason in time stopped me from thinking about it anymore, and if I think about it, this story will evolve into a female essay.
Song Ning said to me: "Jun Fu, if I still hope to be reunited with Luo Er, will he be too greedy? If he is alive, next month will be his six-year-old birthday. I don't know if he is alive. What he looks like, but when he was alive, he was very cute."
I opened the cloth wrapped in the lyre and comforted her in a low voice: "I came here to realize your greed. I will let you reunite. Let's go out first. You can lie down and have a good sleep until you sleep. Now, I will weave your dreams."
Song Ning fell asleep with clothes. What she said finally strengthened my confidence, I think, I still have to take a gamble.
In the lotus pond, there is a pond of green lotus leaves, and a few newly budding lotus adorns it. The servants set up a piano stand by the pond. I tried the audition and saw Jun Wei covering his ears. He didn't know that I am not what I used to be, and my piano art has improved a lot.
I didn't like to learn the piano before, because I didn't know who it was for. Master is getting old, and every time he hears the sound of my piano, he dozes off. Jun Wei saw that when I played the piano, I had to use the piano, and whenever I saw his fingers flicking the strings, I couldn't help but have the violent thoughts of pinching the Yaoqin to his head.
After that, Mu Yan appeared. Even though I didn't know his appearance and didn't remember his voice, the figure of him bowing his head and stroking the qin under the moonlight never forgot, as well as those curly and Nana tunes that I had never heard before. I remember a poem saying "I want to pay Yaoqin to my heart". Later, I worked hard to learn the piano just because I wanted to play myself to him.
At two quarters, the sun broke through the clouds, shining a golden light, and I played Song Ning's Huaxu tune. I thought she had such a strong temperament, and for three years, the Huaxu tune that she possessed must be like a gold and iron horse, and the coke sound gurgled out from between the strings, and it was heartbreaking and sad.
Huaxu's tune is transformed by the human heart, with fate as its spectrum. With such a tone of blood and tears, I don't know how badly Song Ning Yiying's heart has been. No matter how strong she is, she is also a woman, not dead on the battlefield, but lost in love.
After dialing the last note, there was a mist gradually rising above the lotus pond, and the vague halo was looming in the misty color, which was a scene that only the master of the pearl beads could see.
Xiaolan stared at the rockery in the distance. I don't know what I'm thinking. I stood up from the side of the piano table, rubbed it two steps, and took his hand. He gave me a surprised look.
I was about to explain, Jun Wei had raised his voice: "Men and women are not giving or receiving..."
I said: "If you can't kiss you, how can you take him to Song Ningmeng if you don't hold him?"
Xiaolan said nothing.
I kept holding his hand.
Because I am no longer a human being, the defense of men and women is really meaningless to me. But being reminded by Jun Wei, he also had to consider Xiaolan's thoughts and his female guard's persistent thoughts. But besides pulling him, there is no other way to bring him into Song Ning's Huaxu realm.
Zhi Su looked surprised and closed her mouth halfway open. Comparatively speaking, Xiao Lan did not show any overreaction. I think he should directly ask for his opinion, and deliberately said: "I will hold your hand for a while, don't you mind Right?"
He calmly looked up at me, raised his eyebrows and said, "What if I say you mind?"
I also looked at him calmly: "Then only after we come out of Song Ning's dream, you find a sword and chop off your hand."
Jun Wei said: "It's so good, really a fierce man."
I said: "You are so tall."
Xiao Lan curled her lips slightly: "Just kidding, Miss Jun doesn't mind, why would I mind."
His smile suddenly made me a little dazed. But at this time I'm doing business, and I can't afford to think about irrelevant things. I took him to a leap and jumped into the halo of mist in the lotus pond. If there is an irrelevant outsider passing by, we must think that we were diving hand in hand to die in love, and at the same time Jun Wei held Sui Xiaohuang and waved goodbye to us, just like when there were a bunch of relatives to see off when we died in love, I really don’t know how outsiders would feel.
After the halo, Song Ning's Huaxu realm. It is a prosperous town with a white winter sun in the sky. In the distance, you can see the snow-capped mountains that lie across the blue sky, like continuous lactose. The cold wind poured straight into the limbs through the thin gauze skirt.
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