Yu Zhengzheng paused, she turned her head to look at the man lying on the ground, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up.
Does it look like he's having a nightmare
Judging from his dream talk, he might be dreaming about something that happened a long time ago.
Not to mention that the goddess died thousands of years ago, it is rumored that his mother-son relationship with the goddess was not satisfactory, and he severed ties with the goddess in his early years.
Being able to call "mother" so affectionately, he must have been dreaming about his childhood.
She took a tentative step and slowly squatted beside him. Curiosity prompted her to press her fingertips on his brow.
Children have short memories. If this dream is a memory from childhood, even if he sees her, he will forget it after waking up.
A feeling of dizziness came from the back of her head. She steadied her breathing, and when she opened her eyes again, she had arrived in his dream.
What she saw was a world of ice and snow. The thick white snow stung her eyes and caused them to hurt. She heard vague conversations in her ears and subconsciously covered her eyes and hid among the rocks nearby.
"Don't let him go, I beg you..."
The woman sobbed softly, and the cry she tried hard to suppress was so sad.
"You evil woman! Qing'er is about to give birth. If you don't use him to exchange for the dragon's spinal cord, the baby in Qing'er's belly will die!" A male voice with a murderous tone suddenly sounded.
"You used to be so generous and sensible, how come you have become such a petty person now? I don't want his life, I just want him to serve the Donghuang priest for a few days..."
Yu Zhengzheng gradually got used to the dazzling snow. She leaned her head out and was slightly stunned when she heard the man's words.
The East Emperor Priest... seems to be an old man
She had seen a portrait of a priest of the East Emperor in the "Six Realms History" in her scumbag father's study. He had a pointed chin, monkey cheeks and a goatee, was less than 1.5 meters tall, and had teeth so sparse that they could be used to dig the ground. He looked very wretched.
The most common record about Donghuang Sacrifice is his homosexuality. Once a man falls into his hands, no one will come out alive.
Later, Donghuang priest suffered retribution and was killed by the male favorite who came to him, and his romantic affairs during his lifetime were also exposed to the world.
Yu Zhengzheng frowned. Who was the 'he' they were talking about? Could it be the Ghost King
She looked around and didn't see the child, so she walked out from behind the rocks.
No one except the dreamer can see her, so she just needs to avoid the ghost kings.
She saw the two people talking clearly. The woman was kneeling on the ground crying, and the man was standing beside her with an indifferent expression.
She had also seen the portrait of the man. He was the Third Prince of the Eastern Emperor, a short-lived dragon king who had only been on the throne of the dragon clan for half a month before he was skinned and his tendons were extracted by the Ghost King and made into dried dragon meat.
Behind them was an iron cage covered with yellow cloth. Yu Zhengzheng vaguely saw a pair of scarred arms through the gap in the cage.
"Mom, save me..."
A faint murmur came from the iron cage, along with intermittent breaths that were barely audible. It was heartbreaking to hear.
The woman grabbed the Third Prince's legs and asked tearfully, "The child in Sister Qing's belly is a life, but does that mean the child you and I have is not a life?"
The Third Prince sneered, "How can you be compared with Qing'er? If you don't want him to go, I will give you a letter of divorce immediately, and you can take him out of the East China Sea and go back to your Celestial Clan."
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned. It turned out that this woman was the goddess, the Ghost King's biological mother.
So the one locked in the iron cage is the Ghost King
Although she had no good feelings towards the Ghost King, the Third Prince's scumbag face was too infuriating. She squatted aside, secretly expecting the goddess to slap the Third Prince in the face and use her divine power to teach this scum a lesson.
She waited and waited, only to see the goddess slowly loosen her fingers that were clenched on the corner of his clothes, took a step forward and leaned into his arms, with a soft nasal voice: "I was wrong, don't be angry, I was too ignorant, can you forgive me?"
Yu Zhengzheng: “???”
The Third Prince seemed to have been certain that the goddess would do this. He held her in his arms and softened his tone, "Forget it. It's getting late today. I will stay in your room."
Yu Zhengzheng saw a hint of surprise in the goddess' eyes. She seemed to have forgotten her son and was completely immersed in the false illusion of tenderness created by the Third Prince.
The two men left hand in hand, leaving only the occasional low moans of pain coming from the iron cage.
"Mom, don't go..."
Yu Zhengzheng was silent. She seemed to understand a little why he turned the Third Prince of Donghuang into dried dragon meat when he grew up.
She squatted on the ground, leaned down, and saw the little baby curled up in a ball through the gap in the iron cage.
Her long eyelashes were stained with crystal tears, the tip of her nose was red, her pale lips were trembling slightly, and the skin on her cheeks was like a freshly peeled egg, so smooth and delicate that not even a pore could be seen.
He seemed to notice that someone was looking at him, and slowly raised his wet eyes, meeting her gaze.
Yu Zhengzheng's breathing stopped for a moment. Before she could dodge, the scene in front of her eyes distorted in an instant.
She saw blood, blood all over the ground, and all she could see was blood red.
The Ghost King looked only six or seven years old. He was tied naked to a fire rack. The Third Prince of Donghuang held an ice blade in his hand and slowly cut open his back.
"I asked you to serve the high priest, but you dared to kill him! It's all your fault! It's all your fault! I will gouge out your dragon tendons and give an explanation to Qing'er's child!"
The painful and hideous cries resounded through the sky. The goddess watched it all coldly, letting him scream until his voice became hoarse, but remained indifferent.
Yu Zhengzheng couldn't help him, this was just his dream.
Watching the ice blade digging into his back and tearing his tender skin into a bloody mess, she could no longer endure this purgatory-like dream.
She opened her eyes and looked at the cold Luan Palace, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.
The Ghost King was still lying on the ground, the nightmare seemed to be continuing, and he was groaning in pain.
Yu Zhengzheng couldn't hear clearly what he said, so she leaned over and put her ear close to his lips.
"cold… "
She frowned and looked up towards the inner hall. Apart from the hot spring, there was not even a bed in the entire inner hall, let alone bedding.
The only thing that can be used as a bed now is Shanshui, which has turned into a coffin in the outer hall. But even if Shanshui agrees to let him sleep in, she will not agree.
In her eyes, Shanshui was not a coffin but a living person. It always seemed weird to let the King of Ghost sleep in it.
Yu Zhengzheng looked at the Ghost King who was about to freeze into an ice sculpture. Somehow, she suddenly remembered the pair of wet eyes in her dream.
She sighed, slowly turned sideways, rested her head on his shoulder, and lay parallel to his side.
This white robe made of scaly-winged silkworm can keep out the cold. It is the only solution she can think of.
Yu Zhengzheng didn't sleep the whole night yesterday. The sound of drizzle coming from outside Luan Palace from time to time was like a lullaby, making her feel sleepy quickly.
At some point, she fell into a deep sleep.
The thunderstorm lasted until the next morning. Rong Shang felt a numbness in his arms. He frowned and slowly opened his eyes.
When he saw clearly that Yu Zhengzheng was sleeping soundly in his arms, a hint of murderous intent emerged in his dark eyes.
He had clearly told her not to come in without his order.
He looked disgusted with her, extremely disgusted.
What she did in the past seven years in Penglai Mountain often reminded him of the woman who humbled herself to the dust for love.
They are equally stupid and equally self-righteous.
He stared at her sleeping face and slowly stretched out his pale, thin hand.
Kill her, she deserves to die just as much as that woman.
If he killed her, he would no longer think of that woman.
Kill her, kill her...
The devil was calling out to her in her ears, and her face seemed to overlap with that woman's, becoming so ugly and disgusting.
His fingertips touched her hair, and the jet-black hair withered and turned to ashes in an instant. He pressed down lightly with his fingertips, and soon a small bald spot appeared on the top of her head.
She seemed to be feeling uncomfortable and mumbled something.
Rong Shang moved closer, wanting to hear her last words.
"Big, big brother... the crematorium asked your mother how she wanted it done?"