"I will, I will always be with you, until you and I turn into a pile of dry bones a hundred years later, life after life, I will always be with you and never leave."
Zhu Sijia looked at the uneasiness in his eyes and responded to him seriously.
Yan Xiu was really abnormal. What kind of nightmare had he had that made him, who was usually calm, so nervous?
Zhu Sijia completely ignored the discomfort caused by such a giant being suppressing her body. She frowned slightly and touched his face with eyes full of heartache:
"What kind of dream did Xuanzhi have? You might as well tell me."
Since she asked, Yan Xiu should honestly tell her everything he saw in the second half of the dream.
The more Zhu Scarlett listened, the paler her face became.
What Yan Xiu dreamed about was clearly what she had experienced in her previous life. If the previous part was just a coincidence that he was thinking about it in the day and worried about being bullied in his dream at night, then the part in Zhongnan Mountain that followed was really chilling to the bottom of my heart.
Why does he know the location and details so clearly? Yan Xing's villa is so hidden, with the swing, peach tree, masks, green clothes at the back door...
Even when Yan Weixian got off the carriage and asked her to borrow water, the gold bar she refused was exactly the same as when she was avoiding trouble in Zhongnan Mountain in her previous life. The only difference was Yan Xiu's attitude towards her in the dream.
Yan Xiu told the story about how he was scornful of her in the dream, with a hint of smugness on his face. Zhu Sijia was pressed under him, and her expression was obscured by his tall shadow, making it impossible for anyone to see her. But the panic passed.
Zhu Sijia felt as if she had a lump in her throat, forcibly restraining her complicated thoughts, and turned them into a soft and unintentional comfort:
"Don't worry, everything is just an unreal nightmare. You are the God of the world, the most holy in the world. No one can take away everything from you, including me."
These words were spoken to Yan Xiu, but also to herself.
Yan Xiu was so happy by her that he didn't care and insisted on pulling her to continue playing according to the dream.
Zhu Sijia's face turned pale. Yan Xiu didn't know that the monster in his dream was his brother with a beast face and a heart. She even disdained to play Yan Xing's wife.
She begged Yan Xiu in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, I don't want to play someone else's wife. I am your wife, how can you..."
Yan Xiu just thought she was ignorant, pinched her little face and said:
"Cicada is so thin-skinned that she doesn't understand the little fun between these couples. You and I have played the role of a bandit and a yellow-flowered maiden, an Orion and a rich lady in trouble, and now we pretend to be a shameless and obscene peacock and a married woman. , so what?"
Zhu Sijia turned her face away: "Xuanzhi... As for the blue sky and the sun, please don't torment me. If you don't have a headache anymore, it's time to go to court, right? Huh?"
She kicked Yan Xiu's back with her foot.
Yan Xiu saw that she really couldn't let go, so he had to get up and change his clothes, and said with a smile: "Okay, since you don't want to, I won't force you. With Cicada staring at me, it's hard for me to be a fool."
Zhu Scarlett breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, fortunately, Yan Xiu was not a person without a bottom line.
…
In the past few days, Yan Xiu's headaches have been recurring intermittently, even seriously affecting his morning routine.
Yan Xiu simply announced to the courtiers that there would be no need to attend court early this month, and the memorials would be sent directly to the Prime Minister's Mansion. He wanted to take good care of his health.
But after taking bowl after bowl of good medicine, his symptoms only worsened, and the number of nightmares at night became more and more frequent. Even if he wanted to read in peace and quiet, his energy could not keep up.
The worse his health got, the more stubborn and stubborn Yan Xiu became. Even if the only thought left in his mind was sleepiness, he would lie on the couch with a book and read it slowly.
He has no spare time, and the time he should have spent dealing with important matters is wasted, which will only make him feel uneasy, and he must do something meaningful.
Early in the morning, Yan Xiu ignored the imperial doctor's advice and drank a whole pot of strong tea, put on his fancy clothes and ran to the polo ground.
Polo is dangerous. If you are not careful, it is a trivial matter to lose hands or feet. People who died on the polo field are even capable ministers and famous generals. Who dares to make fun of Yan Xiu's life?
No one from Taiji Palace could stop him. Hu Shunhai sent people to Changle Palace to notify Zhu Sijia, while he kept thinking of ways to slow down Yan Xiu.
How could Yan Xiu not see through his mind? Desperate to go out, Hu Shunhai complained endlessly, when someone from Zhangtai Palace suddenly came to complain.
Since the Queen Mother was imprisoned in Zhangtai Palace, this palace has completely become a forbidden area in the Qin Palace. Yan Xiu even said harshly that if it is not a national mourning, he should not easily disturb others.
But today, the young eunuch of Zhangtai Palace knelt down at Yan Xiu's feet with a look of resignation:
"Your Majesty, please save the life of the Queen Mother."
Yan Xiu said indifferently: "I am not an imperial doctor. If you need anything, go to the imperial hospital on your own."
The little eunuch was very worried and told the Queen Mother about the strange things that happened during this period. Headache, listlessness, and dreams at night... were the same symptoms as him.
Halfway through hearing this, Yan Xiu dropped the polo club in his hand and calmed down, giving up the idea of going to the polo field.
Hu Shunhai let out a long breath. This eunuch of Zhangtai Palace was really a timely blessing.
Yan Xiu said to the little eunuch: "I understand, you go back first."
He turned around and walked into the palace.
After a while, Zhu Sijia hurried over with her skirt in hand. When she saw Yan Xiu at the Tai Chi Palace, she was so tired that she couldn't speak. She bent over and coughed for a long time.
Yan Xiu quickly helped her sit down, brought her tea and water, and comforted her for a long time.
After Zhu Scarlett calmed down, she held his hand tightly and refused to let him go: "Your Majesty, you must not go play polo. I beg you."
Yan Xiu: "Okay, I won't go, you all need to step back first."
There were only two of them in the hall. Yan Xiu changed his usual attentiveness and kept thinking about the words he just heard in his mind. After a long silence, Zhu Sijia reached out to his eyes and waved:
"What's on Xuanzhi's mind?"
Yan Xiu came to his senses and asked her: "Has anyone else in the palace recently suffered from symptoms similar to mine?"
He didn't know anything about the harem, so he could only ask questions from her, the master of Changle Palace.
Both the Queen Mother and him suddenly developed headaches. Yan Xiu first suspected that someone had deliberately poisoned the palace, and did not think of ghosts and gods.
Zhu Sijia shook her head: "No, the sisters and the palace people are all fine. Is Xuanzhi worried about something?"
Yan Xiu nodded slowly: "It's okay if you don't. If everyone is as weak as I am, there will be chaos in the palace."
When Zhu Sijia thought of how thrilling she was when she heard that he was going to play polo, she approached him and leaned into his arms: "How is Xuanzhi's spirit today?"
Yan Xiu: "It's better than the previous two days."
When he is tired, he tends to talk less.
Zhu Scarlett: "In this case, how about I embroider a sachet for you to carry with you? Put some refreshing exotic flowers and spices in it. Although it is very small, this is the only thing I can do for you. I will not hurt you at all. I can't bear the pain for you, that feeling keeps me awake at night."
Yan Xiu tried his best to smile and said: "Silly Chanchan, you don't need to hurt me."
Back at Changle Palace that night, Zhu Sijia prepared to embroider the sachet for Yan Xiu with great fanfare. Aunt Zhong’s skills were not bad, so Zhu Sijia had to ask her for advice.
Aunt Zhong said: "In my opinion, this butterfly wing is most suitable to be embroidered with gilt silk thread."
It's a pity that this gilded silk thread can only be found at Concubine Chen's place.
