Crown Jewels

Chapter 89 Nightmare Has Shadows

Put the rabbit mooncake pendant carefully into the interlayer of your dowry box and keep it safe.

Only then did Xiao Baozhu curl her lips, changed into the new clothes chosen by the maid, and went to her father's study.

Pushing open the wooden door, Gu Baozhu stepped over the threshold, and saw his father buried in the shadows.

Prince Gong, who was standing with his hands behind his back, turned around slowly in the shadows.

Little Baozhu pouted her lips, her body subconsciously hesitated, and she didn't rush into the man's arms immediately as usual.

Ever since she trespassed on the study last time, Little Baozhu felt that her father was a little strange,
Seeing Little Baozhu's hesitation, Prince Gong smiled warmly.

As if the gloom of the night faded in an instant, the sky was full of sunshine when facing her.

"Girl, come to my father—"

The familiar word girl, accompanied by the emphasis of daily habits.

Little Baozhu's black and white pupils turned slightly, and the hesitation on her face finally faded away.

She dragged her small body and finally got close to "Prince Gong", and buried her head in his arms.

The world of little girls is very simple!
At this moment, the father and king who had regained his gentle demeanor gave Baozhu, who had just lost her biological mother, a sense of real and reliable dependence.

Feeling the soft and glutinous little girl in his arms, "Prince Gong" stared at the bun with a bun for a while, his stiff body slowly relaxed, and after a while, he raised his right hand and patted the girl's back comfortingly. shoot.

This kind of "obedience and obedience" appeasement also made the little girl's hesitation fade away.

Her lowered face was lifted up, and her little face was stained with tears, but little Baozhu didn't care, she just pouted her lips and raised her face, talking to her father who was the most worthy of her reliance, talking about recent days Wronged.

The wooden door was closed tightly, and the skylight at the window coffin began to dim at some point, bringing out a little unknown silence, Xiao Baozhu naturally didn't notice it.

However, to Little Baozhu's surprise, her father did not comfort her as gently as she expected.

There was a slight coolness in the empty space, and there seemed to be a gloomy gaze above his head.

Like a man-eating beast, staring at his prey.

As if realizing something, Little Baozhu slowly raised her head without hesitation.

It just happened to meet Prince Gong's warm eyes, but there was a sinister smile on the corners of his lips, and Xiao Baozhu's pupils increased sharply.

Then, under her gaze, Prince Gong slowly pressed the jade finger on his right index finger to his left cheek.

then!

Where his little finger had been poking, he rubbed off the uneven skin, shaking it off slowly like sifting chaff.

Wherever the fingers touched, the rust color was not bright blood, and the smudge spread.

Then, under her gaze, Prince Gong stretched out his blood-stained right hand, and slowly stroked his left cheek.

Finally, a complete human face peeled off, revealing the dark eye sockets below...

"Father—"

Gu Baozhu's face was full of horror, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

The horror of being frightened in the chaos has not faded away, but the focused line of sight suddenly freezes on the handsome face approaching in front of him.

In the dark night, this handsome face overlaps with the dark eye sockets in sleep where no flesh and blood can be seen.

Gu Baozhu flinched suddenly in fright, retreated decisively into the corner of the bed, covered the brocade quilt on top of her head, and muttered.

"do not come--"

When the suppressed sobs came, Song Yan frowned slightly and took a few steps back.

Seeing that Gu Baozhu was terrified, he simply turned around and went back to the square table to light the remaining three candles, and the light in the bedroom suddenly brightened.

"The county master—"

"Princess, don't be afraid! I'm Song Yan."

The gentle and clear voice came, without the usual impatience and irritability, it actually had a soothing power.

A familiar voice came, and Gu Baozhu's figure under the brocade quilt was no longer flinching.

She gently lifted a corner of the cotton cloth, and the bright light came into her eyes, as if she could wave away all the darkness.

Gu Baozhu pursed her lips, looked at Song Yan who raised her eyebrows and smiled, her tense back relaxed little by little.

The young man folded his arms lazily and looked at her with a half-smile.

That appearance seemed to be mocking silently. It turned out that the princess had a nightmare, and unexpectedly...

Knowing that he had a nightmare, it was just a false alarm.

Gu Baozhu blinked her eyes, her head was in a daze at the moment, she couldn't care less about meeting Song Yan's teasing eyes.

She just felt that she had a long, long dream.

Those past events that were dusty in her memory, after a few years, reminded her of the old events long ago through this method.

Can……

The more this is the case, the more unclear the boundary between reality and dream for Gu Baozhu.

Although this dream ended in the form of a nightmare, the gentle mother and concubine and Xiao Guanghua who made a fuss were so real.

and so……

Are those in the dream just an absurd dream?

Or, they were originally the dusty memories buried in his mind.

It's just that because of the incident at Daxingshan Temple during the day, I deliberately mobilized this memory from the deepest part of my sea of ​​consciousness, which I didn't care about when I was a child, so as to remind myself?
His thoughts were really chaotic and complicated, Gu Baozhu felt like a steel needle was stuck in his head.

If he was thinking too much about something, he would immediately become dull and painful.

Barely suppressing the thought of continuing to explore, Gu Baozhu rubbed her forehead, then lifted the brocade quilt to support her body and wanted to get up.

The dryness of the corners of her lips and the heat of her throat were really hard for her to bear.

Before he could stand still, Gu Baozhu felt his shoulders being forcibly pressed against the bed.

The strength wasn't very strong, but it was just enough to restrain her.

Gu Baozhu raised his eyes and happened to meet Song Yan's slightly dark eyes at this moment, but they were not as casual and smiling as usual.

Song Yan pressed her body, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he called her by first and last name, "Gu Baozhu——"

"I'm right here!"

Gu Baozhu was slightly startled, the young man's displeasure could easily be heard from the voice.

Seeing that Gu Baozhu's lips were pale and he raised his head in a nonchalant manner, there was still a little bewilderment in his eyes. ,

Song Yanchang took a breath, suppressed his unhappiness for the time being, stood up without saying a word, poured a cup of warm tea from the teapot and delivered it to her lips.

The corners of her lips were really dry, at this time Gu Baozhu didn't care about why Song Yan appeared in her room.

Subconsciously, Gu Baozhu took Song Yan's hand and sipped tea to moisten his dry coughing throat.

I don't know if it's because of the dampness and darkness of the coffin, she and Song Yan in front of her have experienced hardships together.

Therefore, when getting along with Song Yan in private, the original worldly etiquette is not worth worrying about.

In Song Yan's sight, Gu Baozhu was so cute that he was drinking water from his hand, so cute and pitiful.

This appearance inexplicably reduced a certain cloud of flames that was clogging his chest.

Song Yan didn't get up again until there was only a small cup of water left in the cup.

The door frame creaked slightly, briefly revealing the moonlight outside the house.

Gu Baozhu roughly judged that it should be around the time of Chou, and there is still some time before dawn.

In her sight, Song Yan's figure disappeared into the door frame for a short while, but within a moment, a blue and white porcelain bowl in her hand reappeared in front of her eyes, and the light rice fragrance slowly overflowed into Gu Baozhu's nose along the flowing air .

Refined white rice boiled in a pot over warm fire to produce rice oil, and Gu Baozhu also seemed to feel a rumbling stomach.

Song Yan stirred the porcelain spoon with his right hand, Gu Baozhu subconsciously wanted to take it.

But as soon as her index finger touched the edge of the bowl, the scalding heat made her retract like an electric shock.

Gu Baozhu lowered his head, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and he saw the scalded red mark on his index finger.

She raised her eyes subconsciously, and saw Song Yan holding the bowl edge with his left hand.

With an appearance as steady as a mountain, it seemed that he didn't feel hot in the slightest, Gu Baozhu was dumbfounded.

"Song Yan—"

Pointing to the blue and white porcelain bowl, Gu Baozhu gestured.
"Don't you feel hot?"

　Today's third update!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)