The next day, Duan Changchuan had a slight cold. He didn't have a fever, but his nose was a little blocked.
In the quiet imperial study in the afternoon, the boy's soft breathing can be clearly heard.
The rain has not stopped yet, and the raindrops hit the flowers and plants outside the yard, making a rustling sound.
Water vapor rushed in through the window lattice, bringing with it a fishy smell.
Duan Changchuan was sitting at the table reading memorials, and his eyelids began to droop as he read.
He yawned one after another and his head nodded.
"Are you sleepy? Yusheng said that some ingredients in the medicine can induce sleep. Otherwise, why don't you go back to your room and take a nap?"
The woman beside him spoke softly, her fingers gently placing on the top of his head.
The boy could hardly open his eyes, his mind was a mess, but he still remembered his job.
After another big yawn, he shook his head dazedly: "I still have a lot of memorials to read and a lot of things to deal with..."
"Then you go to sleep first. I'll pick out the important memorials and you can review them after you wake up. The rest of the unimportant ones can be reviewed tomorrow, okay? You're sick, you need to sleep more so you can recover faster."
Duan Changchuan waved his hand: "Well, no... there are other memorials tomorrow."
He waved his hands and lost his balance, and his head fell directly onto the table.
"I didn't sleep, I just closed my eyes for a while."
"It opened after a while..."
He muttered to himself incoherently.
I heard a faint laugh beside my ear, and she said, "Okay, I'll call you Your Majesty then."
Cover your back with a warm coat.
The scent of peony enveloped him instantly...
-
It was a dream.
Duan Changchuan knew it was a dream.
He was wearing a strange set of clothes that he had never seen before and was standing in a large bedroom.
Outside, it was dark, but the light above was as bright as day.
[Where is this place? Why am I here? ]
He was full of doubts.
But I feel that this scene is particularly familiar.
Not long after, another voice was heard in the room.
Following the sound, I saw a familiar face.
White robe, black hair.
She was walking towards him step by step in slippers.
In those narrow and beautiful eyes was an aggression he had never seen before.
"Why don't you go to **?"
The woman asked.
Then he came in front of him in an instant.
She pinched his jaw with her index thumb and rubbed his lips gently with the tip of her finger.
"nervous?"
He shook his head subconsciously, and said in an overly hoarse voice: "No..."
My feet involuntarily retreated.
Soon he was pushed to the edge of the bed... The woman came closer, laughed softly, and said, "You're so nervous. You should be gentler."
As soon as he finished speaking, he flew into the air.
When I came to my senses, I was gently placed on the soft **.
The person in front of him was kneeling on one knee between his legs.
The long hair falls on the chest.
Her scent filled my nostrils.
"Duan Changchuan, do you have someone you like?"
She leaned over and nuzzled his jaw, asking.
“No…no…” he said.
His voice was tense, like a mute who had not spoken for several days.
"Coincidentally, I don't have one either."
As the woman spoke, her fingertips landed on his button. With just one click, she unbuttoned the most critical button.
"Then I'll bid till the end?"
Duan Changchuan didn't know what it meant to stick to one standard to the end, but this body didn't seem to be under his control.
He can feel his emotions and notice changes in his body, but he cannot control his behavior.
So, before he understood what the so-called "one standard to the end" meant, he had already given his answer.
"good."
He heard himself in his dream say.
And then... He had lived for eighteen years and had never experienced this, nor had he seen it in picture books.
Just listen to what the teaching nanny has said... Immersive appreciation of the movements.
Warm and joyful.
Being hugged, being kissed...
Everything was going smoothly until...
He watched helplessly as the woman in front of him lifted his legs, revealing something that shouldn’t be there…
And... and pressed towards him
Duan Changchuan in his dream:!!!
[What kind of filthy thing is this!]
[Help, let me out! ]
He shouted desperately in his heart.
But the dream didn't change at all, and I could only watch everything continue.
At this moment, in his dream...
Very hopeless!
…
-
"Let me go! Ugh... let me go..."
"I want to go back..."
"Bai... Su... Woo..."
When Duan Changchuan woke up in shock, he was still repeating Bai Su's name.
I was sweating profusely.
He opened his eyes and looked around, and saw the familiar study, then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"What did you dream about?"
A nightmare-like voice rang in my ears.
I turned my head tremblingly and saw the face that was exactly the same as the one in my dream!
That’s right, it was Bai Su! The woman in the dream who did this and that to him, and that and that again! It was Bai Su!
This is no longer a nightmare, it's a ghost story!
[No, I have to act calm and not let Bai Su know about this dream.]
He said to himself silently in his heart.
I finally adjusted my mindset and prepared to say: It’s nothing.
The light-hearted look that I should appear flashed through my mind.
As a result, as soon as he said the word "no", he heard the other party ask in confusion: "Why do I hear Your Majesty calling my name? Did you dream about me?"
boom…
He heard the sound of the sky falling.
Hurry to cover up:
"How, how is it possible! You heard it wrong!"
"What I'm talking about is... Bai Xiang! Bai Xiang and the Regent. They are targeting me!"
As he spoke, he hurriedly picked up a pen, picked up a memorial at random and began to "annotate".
As I started writing, I realized that the ink on the tip of the pen had already solidified into a clumping mass, as hard as stone.
…
"Your Majesty, Mo is here."
The woman pushed the inkstone to his hand at the right time.
"… I know, I'm just about to get my hands on some ink."
"Thank you for your hard work, ha-ha-ha."
The last three extremely perfunctory laughs echoed in the study room where you could hear a pin drop...
The situation became even more embarrassing.
-
I thought it was just a bizarre dream and I would forget it in two days.
But after four or five days, Duan Changchuan still thought about it from time to time.
That's fine...
However, he had this dream for two consecutive nights out of four.
During one of the times, I was very lucid and knew clearly: Oh, it’s this dream again.
But there was also a time when I was so unconscious that I even empathized strongly with myself in the dream.
After waking up, I thought: Why, it’s the same dream again!
It even developed to the point that whenever he saw Bai Su, he would have this dream.
Occasionally, I would imagine myself being hugged by her...
Finally it was the morning of the sixth day.
The young man was once again awakened by this dream and went to the Imperial Observatory with big dark circles under his eyes.
He and Yun Xie sat opposite each other in a small courtyard full of peonies, looking haggard.
"I remember there is a thing called "Jiangtou" circulating among the people. Can you check for me to see if I have been cursed by some kind of magic?"
Yun Xie was stunned for a moment when he heard the question, and waved his hands: "Those are just folk legends, they don't exist at all. If there really is such a thing as black magic, we can just give one to the City King and Bai Xiang each, why are we still fighting?"
Duan Changchuan: "What about the mountain spirits? Why do you have so many peonies planted here?"
Yun Xie: …
She rolled her eyes at him and said, "I've been planting peonies for more than ten years, and you just remembered it today? What's going on? Tell me. You've never believed in this kind of thing before."
The young man's fingers unconsciously picked at the copper coin grass in his hand, muttering softly: "Isn't this too unbelievable recently..."
Then look around...
Seeing that no one followed him, he beckoned to him and whispered, "I think there is a big problem with Bai Su."
"The Queen? What happened to her?"
Duan Changchuan: "She has a scent on her body, which I told you before, a scent that has aphrodisiac effects. I suspect there is something wrong with her scent... You may have heard that I sleepwalked to her bedroom some time ago... Not just that day, I slept in separate beds with her many times afterwards, and I woke up in her bed the next day. I also often dream of her, uh, very intimately."
After saying this mysteriously, he sat back down calmly.
With a wave of her long sleeves, she covered her hands that had been picking at the grass leaves.
As a result, the person opposite first couldn't help but relax his shoulders, and finally just laughed out loud.
Duan Changchuan:
"why are you laughing?"
The young man wiped his eyes and said, "How can you say you are under a spell? You have clearly fallen headfirst into it, my majesty... You often dream about her, you are not having a wet dream, are you? Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't laugh so loudly, hahahaha... A beauty like the Queen is indeed, I can understand, ahem, it's normal for you to be a little angry, really. Listen to me, you will have sex with her tonight, and I promise that you will never have such a dream again in the future."
After his joke, Duan Changchuan, who had used all his strength to suppress his shyness, could no longer suppress it.
His face turned as red as a potato in an instant.
"I am speaking seriously to you, what are you talking about?"
"I, haha, cough... I was also seriously analyzing it with Your Majesty. You fell in love with me at first sight, and then you were deeply in love with me. Don't think I don't know that you have kissed me in front of the servants many times."
Duan Changchuan immediately:!
Just throwing the pennywort was not enough to satisfy him, so he picked up the grass and the pot together.
"Hey, hey, stop it! If the flowerpot breaks, your aunt will scold you!"
Duan Changchuan: “Really?”
The young man surrendered immediately: "Just scold me, scold me."
Only then did he put down the pot of ill-fated pennywort.
But still angry.
Yun Xie got up and went out, and after a while he brought back a red brocade box.
Push it in front of him: "Since you think I'm some kind of monster incarnation, then try this on."
The young man opened it suspiciously and saw a string of wooden beads placed in the red silk.
The color is bright and the grapes are plump. The moment they are opened, they exude a faint woody fragrance.
The young man opened his folding fan with a snap and said, "Agarwood has the effect of warding off evil spirits and opening the mind. Wear it for seven days first. If the problem persists after seven days, you can only go and worship Yue Lao."
Duan Changchuan picked up the bracelet, put it on his wrist, and asked, "Why do we worship Yue Lao?"
"Ask the old man to cut the red string of marriage for you. Don't you want it?"
"… "
Silently, he raised the flowerpot again.
"Hey, I was wrong. Your Majesty, please forgive me and this pot of grass! I'm innocent. Hahahaha!"
"Heh... I think both of you are not innocent, so you can be a pair of desperate mandarin ducks."
"Aunt! Aunt, help me! Your copper coin grass and your nephew are both gone!"
"Aunt Fengqian won't pay any attention to you."
"How can you tell the truth? I will be sad."
"Oh, then you cry."
"… "