Song Wuyou dried her hair and lay down on the bed to sleep.
In the past two days, I have been thinking about too many things in my head, and it is chaotic inside.
I can't sleep well, and I have a lot of messy dreams.
Tonight, I dreamed again.
She returned to her and Dongfang Xuan's hometown again.
Her grave was still spotlessly cleaned.
The papyrus, offerings, and flowers are different every day.
She stood there for a long time, who the hell is sweeping her grave every day
There were villagers passing by, so she went up to ask.
But none of the villagers could see her. No matter where she was talking anxiously, they couldn't hear or see—
She had to wait, from day to night, and from night to day.
Finally, at Maoshi (6 o'clock in the morning), through the white mist, she saw a dark gray figure appearing from the small road at the entrance of the village.
As the figure got closer, she felt that the figure was somewhat familiar.
The fog was so thick that she couldn't see the other person's face clearly.
But judging from his body shape, he seemed to be Dongfang Xuan!
Song Wuyou was taken aback, how could it be him
near!
She saw clearly that it was really him!
Isn't he the emperor
Why do you appear here in the rough clothes of ordinary people
He's thinner and tougher.
"Dongfang Xuan!" Song Wuyou stepped forward and grabbed his arm tightly.
However, no matter how she grabbed it, she couldn't catch it.
If you catch it, it’s empty, if you catch it again, it’s still empty, and you can’t catch anything.
Song Wuyou was very impatient.
She walked up to him and waved her hands in front of him, but his deep and melancholy eyes, through her body, fell on the tombstone behind her.
His expression was so sad and painful.
Song Wuyou looked very sad, she stood there in a daze, looking at him.
Tears in his eyes
why
Why does he help her clean the grave every day
Why did he cry when standing in front of her grave
"ah… "
Suddenly, there were fierce shouts, coming from all directions.
Song Wuyou was startled, raised his head suddenly, and looked around.
I saw group after group of soldiers waving long knives rushing from all directions.
They yelled with ferocious expressions, and that fierce look came at them with a murderous intent.
Song Wuyou's complexion suddenly changed, it's not good!
Song Wuyou looked at Dongfang Xuan suddenly, and saw him standing there as if nothing had happened, his gaze never leaving the tombstone.
"Dongfang Xuan, hurry up! They want to kill you!" Song Wuyou yelled at Dongfang Xuan, his eyes turned red with anxiety.
But Dongfang Xuan seemed to hear nothing.
Seeing that those people were about to rush forward, one of them flew over with his whole body, and with a big knife in his hand, he slashed towards Dongfang Xuan's back.
Song Wuyou was so startled that her eyes widened, her mouth opened wide, and she looked at the swung sword in horror. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't.
"Miss? Miss? Miss got up, it's already eight o'clock."
Song Wuyou suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Xu Jing in horror.
Xu Jing was taken aback by her eyes, and looked at her timidly: "Miss?"
"Xu Jing?" Song Wuyou stared at Xu Jing: "What are you doing?"
Why wake her up
She didn't even know if the knife had been chopped off, or if Dongfang Xuan was okay.
This Xu Jing, why did you wake her up at this time
Xu Jing was stared into a daze, and looked at Song Wuyou innocently: "Didn't you say that you set off for M city at 7:30? It's 8 o'clock now."