Yan Gui was still a little dazed until he went to sleep.
It’s not that he had never been kissed by Wei Yang before, but he found that he was becoming increasingly unable to resist such temptation.
No matter how angry you are, with just one soft word or gesture from her, it will disappear in an instant.
She kissed him on her own initiative, and he knew she was taking the opportunity to escape his punishment, but he was happy to do so.
Yan Gui tossed and turned for a long time before slowly falling asleep.
In the dream, there was a young Wei Yang, wearing red clothes and barefoot, sitting carefree by the garden pond of the Su Mansion, playing in the water, surrounded by maids and nannies.
He was standing not far away. Daddy came up from behind him, touched his shoulder and asked him, "Do you like it? If you like it, I'll take you home and make you my wife."
The fourteen-year-old boy concealed the envy in his eyes, glanced at the four-year-old girl, and turned away.
She lived so recklessly, and how could he bear to let her live the same life as him.
The dream changed.
He walked out under the guidance of Duke Su. The breeze in the courtyard was refreshing, and the green shade concealed a touch of red. He watched the petite girl fall from the high tree canopy and flew over to hug her.
At that moment, he told himself that he would never let go no matter how difficult it was.
He would wait for her to grow up.
The dream changed again, and there was heavy snow. He was standing alone in the snow, looking around blankly.
He knew clearly that she was right beside him, so why couldn't he see her
Blood was everywhere, spreading all the way to his feet. He searched frantically for...
The gauze curtain fluttered gently, and the cold moonlight shone on the newly melted snow, with residual dirt flowing everywhere.
Yan Gui clenched his fists and suddenly sat up from the bed, gasping for breath, his forehead wet with sweat.
"General, what's wrong?"
Outside the house, Ding Si, who was on guard, heard the noise, knocked on the door and stood outside.
"It's okay." Yan Gui wiped the sweat from his forehead, calmed himself down, and lay down again.
I was dreaming.
He dreamed that he couldn't find Weiyang and there was blood everywhere.
He hadn't had such a dream for a long time. The first time was three days before his fourth brother died. The second time was before his mother died.
This time...
Yan Gui suddenly didn't dare to think about it anymore. He stood up, put on his clothes and walked out. He wanted to go see her. Only when he saw her would he feel at ease.
"General, it's so late..." Ding Er followed closely behind him.
Yan Gui waved his hand: "No need to follow me, I'm just taking a walk."
The general's mansion was naturally very safe, but the general was only wearing a padded jacket, not even a cloak. Ding Er turned around twice in distress, pushed the door into the guards' rest room, and pushed Ding Si up.
"The general is out."
Ding Si jumped up from the bed, and Ding Wu, who was resting on the other bed, also got up quickly.
Ding Er hurriedly explained: "Either he went out, or he got up and went to the back garden."
Upon hearing this, Ding Si fell back onto the bed with a thud: "Maybe he couldn't sleep, so he went to look for the girl."
Ding Wu hesitantly retracted his hand that was reaching for the clothes and reminded: "Go and have a look. If he goes to the girl, come back. If he goes out, follow him. Don't forget to notify us."
Ding Si was on duty tonight, so he had to turn around and go out again. He followed the direction Yan Gui had just walked and saw the general enter the girl's yard and then walk back.
He did not go to the guard's room, but went into the general's outer room and sat down by the fire.
He didn't want to go back. Not only would he disturb their sleep, but he also didn't know when the general would come back.
Ding Si sat by the fire and dozed off.