Your Majesty’s Heart-to-heart Pet - Chapter 62

The time for military training passed quickly. Her family was in this city. After the military training, she was ready to go home. On the holiday day, the weather was not so good, so Ruan Yang waited at the bus stop holding an umbrella. She came very early, after seven o’clock, there was no one on the road, just after the military training, everyone wanted to sleep more.

Before long, the No. 12 bus arrived, and Ruan Yang took back his umbrella and got on the bus.

The rain was a bit heavy, and the window was smashed. There was a mess on the glass window. She looked sideways at the scenery outside the car.

The school is in the suburbs, and the surrounding greenery is very good, but the traffic is also convenient, and the green grass is very eye-catching.

It didn’t take long to arrive at the station.

Ruan Yang knocked on the door of the house, and almost the moment she knocked, the door was opened from the inside.

She was embraced in a warm embrace, and Father Ruan’s broad chest was pressed against her face, “The little seedling is back!”

Mother Ruan heard the sound coming out of the kitchen, wiped her hand on the apron, and smiled at the scene of the father and daughter holding each other at the door: “Is Yang’er used to school?” Mother Ruan said, she answered. Passing the luggage in Ruan Yang’s hand, she led her into the house to change shoes.

Ruan Yang has been a good boy since he was a child, and honestly told his parents about his life at school.

However, after taking a shower at night, when she was lying on the bed with a heavy teddy bear in her arms, she suddenly felt a little at a loss.

She has been away from home for only a month, and even occasionally video with her parents, but this time we met, there was an illusion of a world away. It’s like… I haven’t seen each other for a long time.

She had a dream.

I dreamt of a man in ancient costume. He is tall and looks fierce, and he has some auras that strangers should not enter.

The man was in a very luxurious palace, and the scene was a bit too real, Ruan Yang almost thought it was not a dream.

But this dream, she has been doing it for many days.

The man put his hand on a box, and his eyes showed tenderness that was extremely incompatible with his face. He just looked at the box and looked at it idiotically.

Later, when the picture changed, it was on a mountain.

The scenery on the mountain is excellent, and she seems to be able to smell the fragrance of the earth, but it is night.

A monument stands in front of the man.

He stood blankly, his eyes gradually red. There was blood dripping from his feet, dripping from his cuff, dripping drop by drop to the ground.

He did not speak, but Ruan Yang felt pain in his heart.

She didn’t know how long he had been standing, but after dawn, she could see the man’s pale face.

He seems to be not young anymore, and instead of the frivolousness of a young man, he has a bit of vicissitudes of life precipitated by the years.

The man raised his right hand, and Ruan Yang saw a piece of meat missing from the palm of his hand. Like someone cut off by life, blood is left from that place. He put his hand on the monument, and his palm was against the corner of the tombstone.

The blood ran down the tombstone.

She could see the engraved words on the tombstone-the tomb of the beloved wife Ningmen Nguyen’s family. The handwriting was a bit familiar, but she couldn’t remember where she had seen it.

Then the man began to cough. He was dressed in white, as if he was filial piety to others, but he began to bleed from his heart and dyed the white cloth red.

Ruan Yang took two steps back and couldn’t help thinking, why… his heart was bleeding?

He laughed suddenly, not knowing which direction he was smiling in. His smile was a little cold, but his eyes were soft.

Ruan Yang watched him open his eyes, tears slowly filled his eyes, until they couldn’t hold them anymore, they flowed down his cheeks.

For some reason, she felt that this man shouldn’t cry. Obviously, in the previous dreams, he killed people so fiercely.

She couldn’t see the appearance of the man he killed, she just thought he was fierce.

But every time I think about it, I feel a little uncomfortable.

He shouldn’t be like this.

Ruan Yang seemed to be holding a breath, she opened her eyes, and the room was a little dark.

She fetched the phone from the pillow and turned on the screen. The time showed two o’clock in the morning.

Every time she had this dream, she could not sleep well.

During the seven-day National Day holiday, Mom and Dad Ruan decided to take Ruan Yang to climb the mountain. The mountain is not high and not far from home. After the group was fully prepared, they set off.

Ruan Yang carried his food on his back, and slowly followed Dad Ruan, “Dad.”

Father Ruan turned his head and smiled and asked, “What’s the matter?”

Ruan Yang thought for a while and said: “I have always had a dream recently.”

Mother Ruan asked: “Nightmare?”

“It seems to be.” Ruan Yang is not sure, the sense of substitution in the dreamland seems to be strong, and she can’t help but bring her emotions in. Every time he wakes up, the man’s face will linger in his mind for a long time, and he can’t forget it.

Mother Ruan and Father Ruan looked at each other. Father Ruan patted Ruan Yang on the shoulder and said with a smile: “Don’t worry, if you don’t sleep well, let your mother accompany you to sleep. If you don’t, let’s go to the hospital. become.”

Ruan Yang looked at the still sky, nodded, and distracted Dad Ruan’s attention: “Dad, let’s go up quickly, maybe we can still see the sunrise!”

Ruan Yang didn’t want to say too much about this dream. This is like a secret to her, no one can touch it.

And the person in the dream is really distressing. He couldn’t see her, but Ruan Yang would try to talk to him, trying to persuade him.

She guessed that the tombstone belonged to his wife, and that the man was like an emperor or something.

She dreamed a lot, from when the emperor was young, until he grew white hair, until he had wrinkles. She seemed to accompany the emperor for a lifetime.

The emperor had never spoken, and Ruan Yang gradually understood his meaning from his expression. This is a very strange feeling.

It was the evening when I went down the mountain, and there was a lottery at the foot of the mountain, one hundred yuan each.

There are many jade ornaments on the stall, and the stall owner said that you can choose whatever you want. The quality of the jade looks very good, even if it sells fakes more than one hundred, so many people surround the stall.

However, from morning to evening, no one was drawn.

When Ruan Yang passed by, he heard someone muttering: “This stall owner is afraid it is a lie.”

But Father Ruan was in great interest. Mother Ruan pulled the corner of his clothes: “It’s a lie at first sight. What’s so good to draw? By that time, the lottery won’t be drawn, and the money is gone!”

Father Ruan was a little embarrassed by what Mama Ruan said. He looked at Ruan Yang who was walking ahead and asked, “Little seedlings, do you want to smoke?”

Ruan Yang shook his head, and said like a little adult: “Dad, these things are deceptive at first sight, do you still believe?”

Ruan Yang raised his foot and prepared to leave.

However, he glanced away and saw a piece of blood jade in front of the stall. The style of Jade Goddess of Mercy, dressed in red strings, is a bit pale and looks very ordinary.

But she stopped for a while.

Ruan’s father was still a little puzzled why Ruan Yang didn’t leave, but saw his daughter took out a hundred dollars from her pocket and handed it to the stall owner, bending over and drawing a lottery.

Father Ruan looked at Mother Ruan’s face and waited for Ruan Yang to be scolded by his wife.

-Sign up.

The stall owner’s complexion changed slightly, and he smiled: “The little girl is lucky. This is the first one to be signed today.”

Someone in the crowd was whispering, suspecting that these people belonged to the same group.

The stall owner pointed to his stall and said: “If you say yes, if you win the lottery, you can choose whatever you want.”

There was a blank jade in the middle of the stall. The jade glowed with pale golden light in the setting sun. It looked very beautiful. Everyone thought this little girl would go and get it.

But in the end the little girl only took a plain red Guanyin, which looked like it was made of plastic.

Mother Ruan didn’t feel sorry for the money, but she pointed to the jade in the middle and persuaded, “Yang’er, I’m looking at the one that looks better, should I take the one?” At the same price, of course, I have to choose the one that looks more expensive. This is what Ruan’s mother thinks.

Ruan Yang was very obedient since he was a child, because when he was a child, he was poor at home and cherished money very much and never spent money indiscriminately.

However, Ruan Yang shook his head, wrapped Guanyin in his palm, and smiled: “Mom, I want this.”

The stall owner shook the bamboo tube in his hand and asked, “Who else would like to draw lots?”

Someone wanted the piece of white jade in the middle, gritted their teeth and paid to draw a lot, but in the end they still didn’t get anything.

The stall owner smiled at Ruan Yang and said: “Little girl, I have something here, only for people who are destined.”

As the sun sets, the wrinkled face of the stall owner looks a little bit mean in the setting sun, unlike the kind of person who is so close.

Ruan Yang nodded.

She tied the red string around her neck, and after thinking about it, she put the blood jade next to her body in her heart.

Strangely, Ruan Yang did not dream again tonight. Instead, I fell into a dream with my body.

The pain in the dream is very real, even the sad feeling is the same.

When she saw the young Ning Yuqian, the memory of him surged in her mind. She remembered that this man was her favorite.

He obeyed Ruan Chi’s words and scratched his heart with a knife.

The blood was not burned, and she had to take it again every quarter of an hour. She watched that man’s complexion became paler, and the pain in her heart became deeper and deeper.

Later, Fengxian Hall was lit for three days and three nights, but the girl in his heart never returned.

Later, he always wore white, no one knows why His Majesty, who loves black, changed his style. Then he killed Su Bihuai.

No one has been in the harem again.

He never entered the harem again, Bihe Palace was always idle, and was finally sealed by him.

He coughed up blood when he was young and lived a short life. He died in the tenth year of his ascension. Ruan Yang remembered that he was only twenty-four years old when he became the throne. She always felt that he was old, but now thinking about it, he was so young.

What Ruan Yang saw was Ning Yuqian when he was a child.

He has a round bun face, and he can’t see what he looks like when he grows up. He has only a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes, which makes him look a little cold when he looks at people.

The old **** Yu Shang was rubbing ink for him, and Ning Yuqian wrinkled his bun’s face, writing on the rice paper stroke by stroke.

The queen mother didn’t like him and liked Ning Hongye, who was a little older than him. He had to work harder to let the queen mother take a look at him.

Later Zhou Ranhao became his companion, and Ning Yuqian met Ruan Yang, five or six years old in Ruan Mansion.

He seemed to be particularly impressed with that face, and would trace it on rice paper in his spare time.

Ruan Yang saw Zhou Ranhao say to him: “His Royal Highness Eleven, that is my fiancee.”

She was already quite familiar with Ning Yuqian’s expression, even if he didn’t speak, Ruan Yang read out his dissatisfaction from his frowned brows.

Later, Ning Yuqian followed General Zhou to the battlefield. Zhou Ranhao was still sixteen years old while enjoying the blessing. Ning Yuqian had been in the frontier for many years. When he triumphed, the emperor gave him a piece of blood jade.

That is a symbol of honor.

She watched “Ruan Yang” follow Madam Ruan’s teachings to please Ning Hongye, who was still the prince. Ning Yuqian’s complexion was pale and could not see her temper. Only after returning home, she painted a few more portraits of her. It’s just a portrait. In those years, Ning Yuqian never even said a word to “Ruan Yang”.

He grows savagely like a weed, and wins over the queen mother’s nephew, General Wang. In order to win over Prime Minister Mu Sinian, he married Mu Yachen, who was rejected by He Zhiyu and became the laughing stock of Beijing.

The emperor died, he took control of the imperial city of course and became the emperor.

Zhou Ranhao led the soldiers to support Ning Hongye and confront him in court. Ning Yuqian laughed and said nothing, and in a blink of an eye he canonized “Ruan Yang”.

“Ruan Yang” hit the pillar that night, watching that bright face lose his blood, Ning Yuqian panicked for the first time.

He stayed by the bed all night, Ruan Yang opened his eyes, his face was ashen ashes. Ning Yuqian didn’t speak to her, shook his head and left.

He irritably burned all the paintings.

When he went to visit Princess Xiao in Lenggong, he saw a little court lady in a blue dress dancing under the tree. He suddenly wanted to see her turn around.

However, his face was as pale as water, and his heart was as calm as water, without the slightest waves.

He lived like this, went to court, handled government affairs, and never laughed. Never drink.

Su Bihuai became the most favored person in the harem, but Ning Yuqian never looked at her face, only watched her dancing.

Zhou Ranhao was designed by Su Bihuai, led troops into the palace, and eloped with “Ruan Yang”.

Ning Yuqian finally got out of control for the second time. He told He Zhiyu to guard the city gate and killed Zhou Ranhao with a man himself. He finally stopped beside “Ruan Yang”, his sword grip was steady, but his fingertips were shaking.

She heard Ning Yuqian ask: “Do you love me?”

“Ruan Yang” didn’t speak, and greeted the sword by himself.

He looked at that face pale, and pressed his heart, as if there was something missing. Empty, nothing feels.