Chapter 67 Chapter 66 Who will wake up first from the big dream?

"Master? Master?"

Wanglou hugged her tightly and took out a handkerchief to help her wipe away the tears that had flowed to her cheeks.

"Wanglou, aren't you leaving?"

Her empty eyes gathered a little light, and she wondered whether the watchtower should be left behind.

"If you don't leave, master, I will stay with you."

But she didn't know that for Wanglou at this moment, it was already a scene that could only come true in a dream.

"Thank you, Wanglou..."

She hugged him, like a drowning person hugging the last wooden board in an icy lake, unwilling to let go of the only person who was still willing to stay with her.

She buried herself deeply in his arms, grabbed his front and let herself cry bitterly in this lonely courtyard.

"That's my child...why, why!"

Wanglou was finally able to reach out and caress her trembling back without any scruples, and hugged her tightly as if he was the only person in the world who could comfort her.

"Master, Wanglou is here. The prince has abandoned you, but Wanglou will never leave you."

It is said that if a person always whispers one sentence when he is at his most vulnerable, it will be deeply ingrained in that person's mind and become a fact that the person will never deny.

Then if he keeps repeating these words in her ears, will she always be able to believe that he is the only one in the world who will never abandon her?

He is from the Miao territory that was destroyed. It is rumored that Miao magic can confuse people's minds, but how can there be such evil magic?

It's just that today he would rather those rumors were true. He would rather dig out his heart's blood at this best time and write the spell on her body so that she will only be his puppet forever and ever.

Don’t believe anyone, don’t care about anyone. Pei Yi, you just need to have me, you just need to stay by my side.

The idea of ​​sending Wei Anxing away was indeed his secret inspiration, but Prince Duan took the bait voluntarily, didn't he? He was just a slave, how could he have such great ability to lead the noble prince by the nose?

It was clearly King Duan who personally broke up the relationship between him and Pei Yi. It was clearly King Duan who took away his only son from Pei Yi regardless of family ties, causing mother and son to separate and creating a rift between the couple.

Then don't blame Wanglou for sneaking in and stepping on Prince Duan to her side.

Oh, by the way, there is one more thing to tell Pei Yi.

After Pei Yi calmed down, she realized that she was too close to Wanglou at the moment, and when she was about to pull away, Wanglou lowered his head and leaned into her ear, saying something that was like a bolt from the blue to her.

"Master, the boy in the front yard reported that the prince brought back a woman when he returned to the house. He also had people tidy up the Fufeng Garden next to the study to accommodate her. The boy even heard the prince's entourage call her 'Mrs. Xu'

'Woolen cloth."

"What did you say? Say it again?"

Pei Yi couldn't believe her ears.

"Master, you have heard it all, why do you need me to say it again to hurt your heart?"

Wanglou showed just the right amount of pity, and held Pei Yi's devastated shoulders and took her into his arms again.

"Master, Wanglou will accompany you. Lan Xin is with the little prince, so you can rest assured."

Pei Yi could no longer hear clearly what Wanglou was saying. The successive blows had exhausted her energy. She rolled her eyes and fainted in Wanglou's arms.

Wanglou consulted the doctor, so he carried Pei Yi to the bed in the dormitory without panic, sat on the edge of the bed and held her hand.

"Why put yourself in this situation for that idiot?"

He raised his hand to touch her face, gently rubbed her eyes that were swollen from crying, and let out a long sigh.

"Stop loving him, Pei Yi, Yi'er, he's not worth it. Love me, okay? Love me."

He put her hand over his heart, leaned down devoutly, and kissed her lips.

This was a kiss that was too light, lighter than the fluttering wings of a butterfly.

But it was too heavy, like thunder or a heavy blow, waking the watchtower from its frenzied joy.

He stood up in panic, and instinctively returned to the night watchman's seat at the end of the bed. He knew that he had crossed the line, that he was taking advantage of others' danger, and that he was doing something dirty.

So he could only return to his familiar position and think slowly, rationalize slowly, slowly raise his hand and cover his lips.

Don't let the scream of ecstasy escape from your throat.

His light fell into an exhausted sleep, and he was able to completely release his twisted soul. He knelt on the ground excitedly, walked over to her again, and tremblingly took her catkins and put them against his face.

He looked at her sleeping face and smiled dreamily.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

He knew his voice would not be heard by anyone.

"But I feel that I did nothing wrong."

He kissed her wrist gently, feeling the slowly beating pulse under her skin, and she fell into a deep sleep.

"Wei Huairen is not a good match. He is not worthy of you. Don't blame me for using tricks. If he was devoted to you, how could he step into my trap at every step?"

He is so good at excusing himself that he will never feel that he is at fault.

If Pei Yi is awake, if Pei Yi knows this poisonous snake's plan, there may be room for change between her and Prince Duan.

Young couple, why didn't they make love?

It's just that human nature can't stand any test, especially Wanglou Tai who will take advantage of King Duan's pursuit of power and Pei Yi's worry about gain and loss.

He found the weakest gap between them as husband and wife, and from then on he worked tirelessly to widen the gap until the gap could no longer be bridged.

"The Nanlin Army destroyed my country. Otherwise, I will treat you a thousand times or ten thousand times better than Wei Huairen."

He naturally has his pride, but the legacy of the subjugated prince has been completely worn away by years of slavery. He just wants to prove that his heart towards her is not that despicable.

"Will you make peace with him, Yi'er?"

He suddenly felt that her nails were a little too long, and he felt that her current hairstyle did not suit her. It seemed that when he finally dared to take her into his arms, he wanted to dress her up according to his own preferences.

He took out the hairpins and combs from her bun and loosened her hair in the princess style she was accustomed to. Then he braided her hair into a delicate and complicated braid according to the vague image of the mother-in-law in his memory.

His movements were very light, as if he was playing with the puppet that he had longed for, and she felt extremely happy no matter how he looked at him.

"You Central Plains women take your husband too seriously, and that's not good, you know? It's him who betrayed you and still treats you like this. You shouldn't have any hope in him anymore, Yi'er."

He spread her hair again, feeling that no hairstyle could be as beautiful as the way her black hair was casually scattered.

"I am the only person in this world who will love you forever, until..."

He covered his mouth, almost getting carried away and leaking the secret.

"You will know later."

He sat on the footrest, tucked her hands neatly into the quilt, and waited quietly for her to wake up, as if nothing had happened.

Pei Yi had a long, long dream.

In the dream, her parents and relatives were all present, and her eldest brother took her to ride horses outside the city. She relied on her superb equestrian skills to leave her eldest brother far behind.

But on this mountain road that she had traveled countless times, a steep cliff that she had never seen before suddenly appeared. She accidentally fell off the cliff together with her horse.

The call of her eldest brother became blurry, and when she regained consciousness, she was sitting on a rickety sedan chair, listening to the expressions of regret from passers-by, saying that she was an orphan with a loyal family, so she was really pitiful.

What? No, her family is obviously still waiting for her at home. Why do they say that?

She hurriedly called for someone to stop, and just as she opened the sedan curtain and was about to walk out, a little faceless baby suddenly rushed in, holding her legs and calling her mother.

When did she have a child? She couldn't bear to push the little baby away, so she wanted to ask whose doll it was. Countless hands reached out to cover the little baby's mouth and dragged the little baby out.

She wanted to catch up, but unexpectedly came to a flower hall.

She knows this place.

Because she saw Prince Duan standing in the middle of the flower hall, holding another woman whose face could not be seen clearly.

"Don't forget your identity. If you make me angry, you will have nothing!"

King Duan's words pierced her heart. It seemed that she had just accepted the news of losing her family and was reduced to nothing by him.

But why should she let him control her? She was alone anyway, so why should she depend on this person for her life?

She took out the sword from her waist that never left her body, radiated cold light, and swept the dreamland into black smoke with one move.

"Mother?"

She heard the little doll calling her from behind again.

"Xing'er?"

Now she remembered it and turned her head quickly.

Her Xing'er was held by Wanglou and came towards her, stretching out his fat little hands for her to hold.

She was about to stretch out her hand, but somehow she fell down again and threw herself directly into Wanglou's open arms.

"master."

Wanglou looked down at her, driving her consciousness out of this dream.

She woke up.
To be continued...