Dawn broke, and the window gradually became brighter.
In the quiet Daihou Mansion, the bed curtains were hanging down. Inside, there were two people breathing lightly. Outside, two foxes, one large and one small, were also huddled together, sleeping with long breathing.
Suddenly, there was some movement from inside. The little fox lying in the outer corner moved its ears and was about to get up, but was pressed down by the big fox's paw, half-pressing it, and continued to sleep soundly.
"Chirp!" The little fox was pressed so hard that it almost turned into a spread-out meatloaf, and he screamed twice angrily.
"Chirp." The big fox was sleeping soundly. After hearing this annoying cry, he muttered twice and fell asleep again. There were only occasional nightmares. After listening to the big fox whining twice more, the little fox finally softened his heart and let it cling to him, sighing helplessly.
In the room, Su Ziji suddenly sat up, waking up the little fox and Ye Buhui at the same time.
"Ms. sir?" Ye Buhui looked at him carefully and found that his eyes were empty and his expression was not good, as if he had a nightmare and had not yet woken up.
Ye Buhui was startled: "Why are you getting up in such a hurry? Are you hungry? I will let someone come in and help you wash up?"
Su Ziji responded vaguely, and Ye Buhui shouted outside, and immediately the maids and maids who were keeping watch came in.
"Bring the hot towel and hot water in, and then ask the stove to bring the porridge that has been kept warm. After the master has washed up, I will serve the master to eat."
As a Dai Hou, naturally you don't have to wait for food to be cooked on the stove like ordinary people. Because Su Ziji fell asleep when he came back last night without eating anything, Ye Buhui specially ordered the stove to keep them warm. If the porridge tastes bad, just change it to another pot. In short, whenever Su Ziji wakes up, he can eat the hot stomach-nourishing porridge immediately.
As for the waste, it actually doesn't amount to much. There are many servants keeping watch at night, and they have to use the midnight snack. The porridge made for the master of the Marquis is made of good ingredients, and the leftovers are given to the slaves. The slaves are eager to eat.
After a while, a maid came in with a basin. The towel placed on the basin was soft. Ye Buhui didn't let the maid do anything. He only asked her to stand with the basin. She tested the water temperature and found it was slightly hot. Just in time, he soaked the towel in hot water for a while, wring it half dry, and handed it to Su Ziji.
Su Ziji wiped his face with a towel and buried his face in the towel, as if he was in a bad mood and using this method to relieve his emotions.
Ye Buhui didn't rush him, he just asked people to place the porridge brought in and a few side dishes on the table.
It is said to be drinking porridge, but this is different from drinking porridge. When ordinary people drink porridge, they may just have one or two ordinary pickles or pancakes to go with it. At this time, there is a bowl of Bijing porridge on the table outside, with several kinds of porridge. Enjoy the delicious side dishes carefully prepared by the chef and a plate of plum blossom pancakes.
The rest of the porridge is still warm and can be served to Ye Buhui when he wants to eat it.
Su Ziji finally exposed his face from the towel and breathed out gently.
At this time, the maid behind him who was holding something to brush his teeth and rinse his mouth was already called to him. He cleaned his teeth and put on his shoes without letting Ye Buhui do anything. He also took off her robe that had been wrinkled by sleep. , put on the new robe that was brought in.
"I'm fine." He walked out slowly and saw Ye Buhui's worried face, so he explained, "I had a dream."
"Nightmare?" Turns out it was really just a nightmare?
Ye Buhui relaxed a little and reassured: "Whatever happened in the dream is not allowed, so you don't have to take it seriously."
Su Ziji smiled and said, "Some of them I hope are true."
With that said, he sat down at the table.
The steaming Bijing porridge is fragrant and fragrant. Ordinary people in this era may not be able to drink a sip of this porridge in their lifetime, but for the nobles with status in the palace and the dignitaries with the same status outside the palace, , drinking Bijing porridge is not a rare thing, it is common.
Seeing Su Ziji slowly drinking the porridge, his expression having recovered, Ye Buhui asked: "You said you hope something is true, what is it?"
Su Ziji slowly finished a piece of plum blossom cake, half-smiling but not smiling: "I dreamed that you became a chess master."
Although Su Ziji's eyes were inexplicably hot, these words made Ye Buhui very happy and coquettish: "If that's the case, why are you still scared?"
"It's all about you in the dream, so I won't be scared. It's a pity..." It's a pity that this dream is too rich in content.
Su Ziji shook his head and saw Ye Buhui yawning a little: "Did you not sleep well? It's not bright yet and there is nothing in the house. You can go back and continue to sleep."
"I just had a nightmare and couldn't sleep, nothing happened." Seeing Ye Bugui's refusal, he said again.
Ye Buhui was still a little worried, but when Su Ziji insisted, he obeyed obediently.
Su Ziji continued to finish the bowl of porridge alone, and ate all the plum blossom cakes. Then he rinsed his mouth with fragrant tea and went to the study.
Every time he moved, Su Ziji paid the most attention to the layout of his study.
This place also adheres to Su Ziji's consistent style. When you push the door and walk in, you can feel the large collection of books and the aroma of books.
On the large desk were the Four Treasures of the Study and fine rice paper. Su Ziji walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat there meditating.
He was recalling the dream he had just had.
"The path to sincerity can be known in advance."
Telling Ye Buhui that he was possessed by a nightmare was actually just to stop Ye Buhui from worrying. Su Ziji was dreaming now and could no longer ignore the content of the dream.
Even the inspiration that suddenly appeared on weekdays was taken seriously by Su Ziji, and last night's dream, although messy, was very clear. In the end, it changed the entire situation, which really made him unable to let it go.
After he calmed down, Su Ziji poured some water on the inkstone, took the ink ingot and started grinding it slowly.
The ink gradually thickened, so I spread rice paper on several desks, picked up a soft brush with my fingers, licked the ink, and wrote the words "Chess Saint" on the rice paper.
"I told Buhui that I dreamed that she would become a chess master. This was not to deceive her. In my dream, she would defeat her opponent and become the leader in the next year's chess match."
This scene is too real. If you say it is fake, people will not believe it. However, it is still far from the competition. If you want to know whether it is true or false, you have to wait patiently for the results. "
Then he took up his pen and wrote the four words "Enter Tao through chess" behind the word "chess sage".
"It is very important for Buhui to be able to enter the Tao through chess. From then on, he can escape from the physical body. Buhui, as my wife, and my childhood sweethearts, have been through thick and thin together. I continue to practice the Panlong Mind Technique, without regrets. It would be a pity to regret staying where we are, but it is just right now."
At first, he and Buhui entered the Dragon Palace where time was traced back due to the chess game, where he obtained the Panlong Heart Technique and began to practice from then on, while Buhui received some chess gifts due to his moves.
From then on, it seemed that the path the two men would take in the future had been laid.
"It's just that the spiritual aperture was opened and he became enlightened immediately, but there was something wrong in the emperor's eyes."
This is not about lust, maybe there is a trace, but not much. It is more like seeing a precious treasure, the kind that is edible.
"The exquisite heart with seven orifices?"
