Chapter 49 Dreamy

What's wrong with her? How could she have such a dream? She slightly rolled up her bun, lightly stained her hands with a little water, combed her hair a few times, put on a jade hairpin, brushed the red silk forehead and tapped a flower, painted her eyebrows, red lips a little, not more than the usual plain face, but added a little more charming, less A little childish.

"Why is the young lady still depressed in yesterday's dream?" His slightly pink lips opened gently, and his face smiled.

"Weiwei, we really didn't go out yesterday?" This dream was really unusual. Yesterday, I saw the crow standing on the branch and came out slightly to hit it. Later, the two went out to find the falling feather duster. Later, they left Weiwei and went to the building, met Tang Ziran, and...

"No." He wrinkled his nose slightly. "Miss, how can I be so stupid? I went to get a feather duster to hit the bird. I told you several times that you were dreaming."

Red silk still didn't believe it. She ran to the door slightly and pointed to the house opposite. "Look, I went to that house yesterday."

"Miss?" He was slightly puzzled and said, "That house has been built a long time ago. That's true, but when have you been there?" I remember my father once told me that it used to be a rich man's house, but later he went out of labor and had to take his wife and children to other places. The house couldn't be taken away, so he had to be empty. You said you heard the sound of playing the piano in it. Isn't it a ghost?

Red silk rubs the forehead. It's impossible. I've heard and seen it, and I've been there. How can it be a dream, and the kiss in the dream? So true, how can it be fake?

"You have a dream every day and a night." He smiled and said.

"Hope."

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His eyebrows are naturally slender and dark, and the eyes under his eyebrows are also clear and transparent like a pool of spring water, without any impurities.

He stood in the old house that had been abandoned for a long time, with a shallow smile on his face. Was he impulsive last night that he would take the night to go to her room, but just to see if she was well, the corners of his mouth were gently raised, but the kiss was very sweet.

The sunlight from the cracks in the leaves sprinkled on his face. For a long time, the sun became bigger and rose higher and higher until it sprinkled all over his body, and the blood jade hanging on his waist was refracted with a unique brilliance, shining on the wall to form a beautiful scene.

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"Miss, how many times do you want me to say that you didn't get up after sleeping last night? And it was cloudy yesterday, and there was no sun, and there was no crow on the tree. At least I didn't see it. There was no new owner in the opposite room, but the young lady wrote a letter." I took out the letter from the cuff and sent it to the red silk. "It was just delivered. When I went to the inn to pick up the letter in the morning, I was almost found by Mother Su." She patted her chest slightly and said, "She also asked me to show her what was in my hand. Fortunately, I was smart. She said that the ninth prince sent it to the young lady, so she didn't say anything, but miss, do you still need to pick it up at the inn in the future? I'm afraid that Mother Su already knows, in case she tells her wife..."

"My mother has known it for a long time." Red silk said, "Did you forget that you were locked in an old house once? The missing cowhide bag? Then she knew it."

"Yes." He rubbed his hands slightly, "Then why do you hide it from your wife?"

"I didn't want to hide it from her." I just want to reassure Nie Qiang. Nie Qiang has always thought that her mother didn't know, so let her always think so. The letter was sent to the inn as usual, and it was picked up by Qiaoyue on the first day of each month. Now it's slightly. In fact, she has long known that this matter can't be hidden for a long time. What's the relationship between Tang Ruomu and her father, and what's more, what's wrong with Tang Ruomu? There will be no father's cronies. How could his father not know that Nie Qiang went to the frontier? Maybe his father didn't tell her in order not to make his mother sad, but according to his mother's nature, why didn't he be suspicious when he saw that Nie Qiang hadn't come to her mother's house for many days, and then he would know. If so, it's better to know than to know later.

He tore open the envelope and read it roughly. Nie Qiang said that he would be back in a few months. The red silk was stunned. This letter was the same as in a dream. I looked down a few more lines and found that it was very strange. Then I was relieved. Maybe I really thought too much, just like Weiwei said that I had a dream.

When I was eating morning tea, I asked someone to carry a charcoal basin in, lit the charcoal and closed the window and door. He turned around and washed his hands and opened the door to come in. He squatted next to the charcoal fire to warm his hands and said pleasantly, "It's so warm."

Red silk also learned from her to squat down and put her hand on the charcoal fire. "Someone is lazy again."

He said coquettishly, "You just feel sorry for me, a girl without a father and mother. I have frostbite on my hands. How can I work?"

"It's very pitiful." The red silk smiled softly.

He smiled slightly and said, "Miss, let's talk about the dream you had last night. There are still some time before noon, and you just have nothing to do."

The red silk stared at the red flames that kept moving in the charcoal basin and said without blinking, "There is nothing to say. What I dreamed of was told you, just a crow, a building, a letter, and you and the chicken feather duster."

He nodded slightly, meditated for a long time, and said, "I heard the fortune teller that dreaming of a crow is not a good sign, but dreaming of a letter seems to have a different meaning. It should be that you will meet your favorite man. Dream of the building? I want you to live a happy life recently."

"What about dreaming of you and the feather duster?" Hong Silk said funnyly, "Didn't you tell the fortune tellers?"

"Then I don't know." He said with a little joy, "I really didn't dream of anything else, like a handsome man?"

Yes, the red silk frowned, "What if I dream of the person I once liked?"

Sure enough, he looked a little clear, "In what kind of situation?"

"I'm talking about someone else." The red silk blushed. "The man kissed the woman, and then pushed her away."

"Ah? Why is that? Did the woman do something wrong to the man? It's a little fast.

What did the woman do to the man? What has she done? She didn't do anything wrong to him. Wait, does that count? The red silk stammered, "If... that woman is underestimated by another man." He hurriedly explained, "But it's not what the woman wants, it's forced by others, and the person who despises her likes men."

"What are you talking about, miss?"

"Forget it." The red silk stood up from the ground and suddenly poured a glass of water into the stomach. "I'm talking nonsense."

He nodded slightly and said, "However, according to what you said, maybe the woman felt ashamed of the man he liked, so she dreamed of it."

Dreaming of Tang Ziran because he felt guilty? Why do you feel ashamed? It has nothing to do with him at all. Besides, haven't you forgotten him?

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After listening to Bao Yuyan's words, Tang Xiao was much more at home.

But with what happened last night, he couldn't sit still. Last night, several people drank in Yaocui Building again, and the wine forgot its shape in the depths. He shook his glass and pulled the seventh brother and said everything he had done. According to Zhang Yanghou, when Tang Xiao said that sentence at that time, Brother Ziran's face was comparable to a pit stone. It stinks.

Li Si also clapped his hands and said a lot of meat words.

Only Zhang Qian is the most calm. He stared at the wine inside with a glass, and only occasionally reminded him, "Zhang Yang, drink less."

Tang Xiao broke his face and stood at the door of Tang Ziran's house like a child who did something wrong. He was hesitating whether to go in or not. What would happen if he went in? What would happen if he didn't go. This is an unknown. You know, the seventh brother is usually very good to himself. Every time he does something, he will take care of himself. Come down, I don't know if what happened yesterday really made him angry.

"Ninth Prince, why are you here?" A voice sounded behind him, which was very vigorous. Tang Xiao speculated that Yang Qi, the trusted person in the National People's Congress, should be the most valued by the seventh brother.

Tang Xiao turned his head and looked. It was really him. He nodded to Yang Qi, "Is the seventh brother there?"

Yang Qi is square and big, and there is a gust of wind passing by. He walked to Tang Xiao and said, "It should be inside. I just came here. Let's go in and have a look?"

"Please." Tang Xiao said politely, but Yang Qi couldn't hear him politely, so he took a step ahead without looking back. Tang Xiao was stunned, but this man was real.

With Yang Qi entering the house, he went to the study and asked the housekeeper. Only then did he know that Tang Ziran had not come back since last night. It's okay not to be there. Tang Xiao thought to himself that he could delay day by day, and at worst, he would come back tomorrow.

Coincidentally, he went out and turned two streets, but encountered red silk on the street. Tang Xiao couldn't turn around quickly. He pretended to look at the small objects on the nearby stall. From time to time, he paid attention to whether the red silk had left. He was really unlucky for eight lifetimes. Recently, bad things have been overwhelming.

"Miss, how do you think of these bracelets?" Raise a pair of small silver bracelets slightly to let the red silk look "Is it good?"

"It looks good." He put down the savor bag in his hand, picked up the rouge box on the other side and said, "Slightly, why don't you use rouge powder?"

He smiled slightly, "I used it before, but now I'm a slave. Who should I show it to?"

"Show me." The man was very vulgar. This is the first feeling of red silk for him. His eyes are long and lazy, and his skin is pale. He knows that he has spit out a lot of powder, and his eyebrows have also been traced. He wears a purple robe, covered with a light-colored gauze cover, and holds a folding fan in his hand. It's winter now. Red silk thinks to himself, why he is still using a fan. .

The man in purple gave a slight wink at him. Yu Guang saw the red silk again, and his eyes immediately lit up and said, "Is she a beauty?" He shook the fan and said, "Dare to ask the young lady's name."

He was stunned and whispered to the red silk, "Miss, this man is really beautiful. I don't know which lady it is."