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Yao Sisi stood up and turned her head to the two of them. "Since it's done, then I'll be leaving first. I'll go bid farewell to my foster father and his family."

"I'll send you off."

Dong Hanshan did not look at the demon. He quickly walked to the front. Yao Sisi shook her head helplessly. She thought to herself that the demon still had a long way to go, so she quickly followed him.

"Cough, cough, cough …"

"Sorry, Bookworm."

Dong Han Shan moved the handkerchief away and looked at Yao Sisi in surprise. After a while, she gave a gentle smile and said, "Mingzi, you treat me very well.

I know that the Young Master Jun is not your husband, do I have a chance? "

"What?"

Yao Sisi didn't expect Scholar Ming to ask her this. She didn't know how to answer, so it was difficult for her to answer. It wasn't good, it wasn't good either.

On the other hand, Dong Hanshan quickly covered up the disappointment in his eyes. There was still a trace of panic and he said, "You don't have to come back to me so soon. I'm willing to work hard."

Looking at the bookworm running away, Yao Sisi was at a loss of what to do. She forced a smile as she mumbled to herself, "If there's anything that the demon does to the bookworm, it's probably due to courage and persistence." "Hey, how is she going to deal with this?"

Far away in the capital, at the Fourth Prince's Estate.

Deep into the night, the night was tranquil. Zuo Rulan Fan's room was surrounded by ice cubes, and the interior was cool and refreshing. Anyone who walked in would feel very cool.

As the moonlight shone into the bedroom, the man on the bed was lying on his side, wearing a white undergarment. His expression was as cold as ever.

However, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his eyeballs were rapidly rolling under his eyelids. The dream seemed very scary, but he was unable to wake up.

This kind of person made people want to wake him up. Would he still be able to shoot out cold and arrogant gazes when he woke up? Would he still be as dazzling and terrifying as before?

"Fire, fire, quickly put out the fire!"

Zuo Rulan Fan's body trembled and he involuntarily cried out in alarm. He had dreamt of a great fire, a fire that was enough to burn down an entire palace.

In his dream, he saw a child, a boy of about five years old. The boy's facial features made it clear that he would be a handsome man, but underneath those young features, there seemed to be a sense of familiarity.

Not too far away, there was a beautiful woman holding a baby in her arms. She stretched out her hand and called out to the man who was still in the fire, and when she saw the little boy running towards her, she whispered to the baby, "Child, you must learn to be strong in the future."

He then resolutely handed the child over to the little boy and urged the boy to take good care of the child who was still in his infancy.

Then, just when the boy nodded with tears on his face, the girl staggered up and rushed back into the sea of fire, "Zhang Feng, I said that I won't leave you."

The little boy crawled towards the source of the fire, but all he saw was the "Nine Phoenix Palace" collapsing in the flames. The child in his arms also cried loudly.

The boy used a small, dusty hand to wipe away the tears at the corner of his eyes. Holding the child in his arms, he knelt on the ground and solemnly vowed, "Mother, godfather, don't worry. Fan'er will definitely avenge you and take good care of our little sister."

The fire continued, but the little boy did not leave. Instead, he held the child in his arms and knelt in front of the fire, and after an unknown amount of time, a group of soldiers swarmed in, trying to separate the swaddled child in the little boy's hands, but they were fiercely bitten by the boy. The little boy was like a hedgehog, protecting the child in his arms.

The woman threw herself in front of the house, which was now in ruins, crying out loud as she stumbled and fell on the ground, "Sister, Zhang Feng, how could you do this? Men, investigate this matter thoroughly! "

"Don't worry, Queen Mother. This lowly subordinate will go investigate it thoroughly right now."

The fire was still engulfing the objects it had encountered, and the scene before him gradually became illusory. Finally, a white light flashed, and that was another environment.

The cypress trees were covered in cypresses, and the moonlight was slowly flowing out. The shadows of the trees reflected a series of mottled shadows as they moved, dragging the chirps of insects and the cries of frogs. A boy was dragging a three-year-old girl through the forest.

The boy's face was covered in dust, except for a pair of bright eyes. He was the little boy, and now, four years later, the girl behind him had two braids on her hair. Judging from the hands of her braids, she must have been a masterpiece of the boy.

Looking at their panting faces, one couldn't help but wonder how long they had walked before they became like this.

"Big brother Nie Fan, why did you come to see father and mother tonight?"

"Xue'er, there won't be any bad people tonight."

A trace of hatred flashed in the boy's eyes. He clenched the little girl's hand and said, "Let's go!"

Quickly, the two of them walked over to a tombstone and knelt down. The imposing tombstone was carved with the words' My wife, Yu Yirou, the husband, and the wife, Long Wind's Tomb '. There was even a line of small characters carved beneath the tombstone … Thirteen years on the wind.

The boy pulled the girl to her knees, "Godfather, mother, Fan'er has brought Xue'er to visit you. Godfather, mother, you two must protect me and Xue'er if you know. Fan'er swears that you will get revenge for you."

Yu Xue'er's eyes were fixed on the tombstone. She innocently looked at the tombstone and sweetly called out, "Mother, Father, and Xue'er have come to see you. Hurry and come out!"

After waiting for a while, she turned her head and looked at him. She pulled the boy's sleeves in frustration and complained in a low voice, "Big brother Nie Fan, mother and father, why haven't you come out to see Xue'er? Do they not like Xue Er? "

Nie Fan stretched out his hand to rub Xue'er's head and smiled. "Be good, Xue'er's parents are watching her from the sky. They have asked for Xue'er's help."

Yu Xue'er pointed at the night sky and looked at the boy doubtfully. "Is that true?"

The boy nodded, "It's true. When has big brother lied to Xue'er before?"

The stars shone brilliantly, and the wind blew gently.

With the sky as their cover and the earth as their seats, they sat on the ground, enjoying the refreshing summer night as they listened to a pool of frogs chirping like insects, gazing into the starry night sky.

The corner of Zuo Lifan's mouth curled up into a faint but blissful smile. No one had seen such a scene before, and only the moonlight silently shone.

Zuo Rulan still did not wake up. He started to have some consciousness in his dreams. He had a feeling that this dream had something to do with him and her.

Last time, the tombstone in his dream had appeared again, and she was like a phantom image in his dreams. He wanted to walk over to help the boy, who was hiding his hatred, smooth the crease between his eyebrows, but he directly passed through the boy's body, and before he could even cry out in shock, he was already in an ancient room. The night had turned into day, and the room's decorations were very beautiful.

"Bam!"

The door was pushed open, and a woman ran in with tears streaming down her face, forcefully closing the door behind her. As she walked in, she was wearing a light green long dress, with blue peonies embroidered on the cuffs, and silver threads that traced out the auspicious clouds of the ocean, with a row of blue clouds on the bottom, and a wide piece of pale yellow brocade covering her chest. She turned around and began to cry on the table, a series of actions that were completed in the blink of an eye, causing Zuo Rulan to be unable to clearly see what the woman looked like.