Chapter 13 It's only because of your review, which makes me think of you in the morning and evening

"Kill... don't leave a living mouth..."

"Arrows..."

Suddenly, thousands of black dots shot at a little boy and a little girl. But the imaginary fear did not come, and the bodies of the little girl and the little boy were protected by a strong figure. Some sticky red slowly left on the little girl's face and flowed to his beautiful skirt.

She saw that the beautiful river bank was full of people with bows and arrows, but she couldn't see them clearly.

It was still the enchanting peach blossom, sprinkled angrily on the blood-red river. Suddenly, thousands of demonic hands stretched out from the blood-red river, tearing the little boy and the little girl desperately, as if to pull them to hell.

"Uncle Nanfeng...Save me...Uncle Nanfeng, save me...Uncle Nanfeng..."

I was awakened by the nightmare again. I gasped and didn't know where to put my hands and feet. I grabbed the ground randomly and shouted, "Uncle Nanfeng, save me..."

Suddenly, the door was suddenly pushed open. "Girl, what's wrong with you, girl?"

I pushed away fiercely to hold my hand: "Don't catch me, don't catch me, don't..."

"Girl..."

Suddenly, there was a deep pain on my back, and my eyes slowly turned black.

It's that scene again. The little girl struggled desperately: "Don't catch me... Don't catch me... Uncle Nanfeng, save me... Uncle Nanfeng."

The little girl was suddenly torn into the river by them. The blood-red river dyed her white shirt red. The smell of stench and blood came to her nose, and there were bursts of nausea in her throat.

She shouted hoarsely, but no one came to save her.

"Sister Gusu..." Suddenly, the little boy grabbed the little girl's hand and desperately wanted to pull her to the shore. The immature little hand was strangled out of a trace of red, and the cold river slapped the little girl's hands tightly again and again like the devil of hell, but he just didn't want to let go.

Suddenly, the people on the shore issued another order: "Arrows..." Tens of thousands of black raindrops shot at them again.

"Help me..."

I shouted desperately and woke up again. This time I was lying **. I suddenly pushed away the quilt and breathed heavily, almost suffocating me. The cold sweat had soaked my clothes, and the thin underwear was close to me. The window was not closed, and the cool breeze blew slowly along the half-closed window, and my whole body trembled.

"Girl, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't come here, don't kill me." I pinched the corner of the quilt and huddled tightly in the corner of the bed. The hair of the temples was dripping with water on the face.

Nian Nu looked at me thoughtfully, and then ordered a girl: "Go down and prepare some clean clothes."

The two girl answered and then left.

Nian Nujiao sat by the bed and said lightly, "What's wrong with you? What's your dream?"

Dream, I suddenly felt that I was just dreaming.

She pulled out a brocade handkerchief from her sleeve and slowly wiped the sweat on my forehead: "Once, like you, when I first came here, I had nightmares every night. I couldn't sleep no matter how I slept, but later I got used to it, so everything was indifferent."

I was stunned and didn't say anything, slowly recovering my stunned nerves.

I don't want to beg her again, and I don't want to beg her anymore. I know that indifferent people like her have long been poisoned. Maybe she has met many people like me a long time ago. I don't even want to explain to her that my dream has nothing to do with the current situation.

I don't know since when, I have been having these strange dreams. Sometimes, I even feel that I am the little girl suffering in my dream.

The two maids have already brought clean clothes and prepared hot water.

Nian Nujiao did not extract my opinion. She gently pulled me up and helped me out of bed, and then retreated my clothes.

I didn't resist and let her play with it. I know that even if I resist, I will only be at her mercy in the end, and she will not pay attention to me at all.

She pulled me into the bathtub. There are fragrant petals in the bathtub. She didn't let the two little girl do it, but scrubbed my body for me in person. Her gentle hand scratched my ** skin and drove every nerve of me. Only then did I suddenly understand what I was doing. The cheeks slowly turned red.

"Miss Nian, I'll do it myself."

She did not open her mouth, but continued to move. The water vapor soaked her hair and clung to her face, which looked more touching.

Miss Nian is the most beautiful girl in the Peony Pavilion. She should be the number one here, but why did she take care of me by Mrs. Fan's order?

"Okay..." Nian Nujiao's voice was still very indifferent, but less indifference.

Two little girl helped me out of the bathtub.

This is the first time I stand naked in front of others besides me, which is inevitably a little unnatural.

I looked at the two little girl in the mirror to help me wipe the bath water on my body. I never knew that this body was so beautiful and enchanting. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was actually intoxicated. Like jade skin, Molan's hair, plump buds, and...

Suddenly, there was a trace of coolness on my shoulder.

"Don't turn around..." It was Nian Nujiao's cold voice. His hand touched my shoulder like a cold jade. Feeling the ice-like coolness, I suddenly thought of a person, a person who also didn't have a trace of body temperature. He... At this moment, what floated in his mind was the handsome white. Suddenly, there was a burst of shyness, and his cheeks began to turn red.

"What a gorgeous peach blossom." Nian Nu opened his mouth lightly.

I cast a questioning look at her in the mirror.

"The birthmark on the body."

"I never knew I had a birthmark on my body."

"Yu'er, do you know? If a man wants to get a world, he must get the heart of everyone in the world, but if a woman wants to get the world, she only needs to get a person's heart.

"Who?" At this moment, I was suddenly curious.

Her cold hand still stroked my shoulder. I think the peach blossom birthmark she said grew there.

"The Son of Heaven..." His voice was still calm.

My body suddenly trembled.

"What?" She doubted, but I didn't say anything.

I remember once, yes, once.

The days of the Fantasy Continent are like a matter of my previous life. Although it has only been seven months since I came to Chuhe Continent, every day is like a year for me.

I remember once, Murong Yunyi said to me: Yuer can be cold and beautiful.

I remember that once, Ximenque said to me: You have a heart of praise, which is enough to overwhelm the crowd.

Mr. Zhuanzi divined a divination for me: In this life, the girl will definitely make the world chaotic... He said that I would harm the country and the people.

But at this time, Nian Nujiao's words were guiding me this way intentionally or unintentionally...

No, no, I absolutely can't do that, absolutely...no...but...but...

When I regained my sanity, Nian Nujiao and the two little girls had already put on a thin alkan yarn underwear for me. You can faintly see your pink and white skin and perfect body under the transparent clothes.

"Go to bed early!" Nian Nujiao has done her own **.

The two little girl was also busy packing up the bathtub and going out.

I went back to myself** and sat down slowly: "Did Mrs. Fan say what she wanted me to do?" I tried.

"You are very good at guessing other people's thoughts." Nian Nujiao didn't look up, but I could feel that she sneered: "What kind of musical instrument do you know?"

"I know Guzheng, I can..." I suddenly didn't want to say that I could play the flute, which was taught by Ye Yu when I was in Taoyuan. I think I will never touch the flute again in my life: "I only know Guzheng."

"Prank a song for me."

I answered and walked to Guzheng.

"That's the Guzheng." She pointed to the instrument in my right hand, and I suddenly found that although the instrument in front of me was very similar to Guzheng, it was very different from Guzheng when I looked at it carefully. It seemed to be a percussion instrument.

I smiled faintly at her and went to Guzheng and sat down. Hold the five strings in your hand.

The music is winding, low to euphemism, sad silk:

Thirteen met you for the first time, and he made silk bamboo in the prince's house.

I only feel that you look back on it, which makes me think about you in the morning and evening.

See you again, your concubine Fifteen, and make a nigger dance for you.

It's a pity that the years are like the morning dew. When will you hold the mud nest king's house?"

The tone is intermittent, sometimes low, sometimes high, sometimes like a flowing stream, which reaches the most vulnerable place in a woman's heart in front of her, and sometimes like Hong Tao, telling the voice of the composer woman. I don't know why I want to play this song Acacia. I don't know what its words and music mean.

The lyrics and songs are all taught by the master, and they were also memorized very early when I was reading the Yuefu Poetry Collection in my master's study.