flstandardbreds Chapter 176 The Second Dream
Chapter 176 The Second Dream
Wen Jiayue took a breath.
She thought it was something serious, but it turned out to be just this?
She explained, "My third sister sent someone over this afternoon to say that Yao'er isn't feeling well, so there's no need to teach him tonight."
Shen Fuhan nodded slightly.
Seeing that he still wouldn't let her leave, Wen Jiayue frowned and asked, "Is there anything else, Lord Marquis?"
“Yes,” Shen Fuhan pulled her to sit down, “to have a meal with me.”
Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and asked, "Is the Marquis a child? Does he need someone to accompany him when he eats?"
"I just suddenly realized that my husband and I haven't eaten together in a long time."
Wen Jiayue was taken aback. That was true; Shen Funian and Shen Chengyao had been having dinner here recently.
But what difference does it make whether there are two people or four people?
He remained as taciturn as ever.
Wen Jiayue wanted to leave, but then she suddenly remembered Shen Fuyou and Ling He's matter, so she decided to talk about it now.
"My lord, my fourth brother came by this morning and said he was going to Yuezhou and would be back in about a month."
Shen Fuhan frowned. He was talking to her about the two of them, but she brought up other people.
He responded calmly.
Wen Jiayue continued, "There's one more thing. Guard Ling is still on duty in the study today. Remember to tell him to give him three days off."
Shen Fuhan's expression became even more indifferent, and he replied, "I just went to the study and already said that."
Wen Jiayue was relieved, and then heard him ask, "Did your cousin come today?"
"Isn't that asking a question you already know the answer to?" she nodded.
Shen Fuhan glanced at her and spoke calmly.
Did she tell you whether they consummated their marriage?
Wen Jiayue's face flushed red instantly, and she stood up, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about! This...this is not something I should be asking about!"
However, she was in the wrong, so her words sounded particularly weak.
Shen Fuhan smiled slightly: "It seems you did say so."
Wen Jiayue denied it, both embarrassed and angry: "No!"
Shen Fuhan nodded calmly: "We did not consummate the marriage."
Wen Jiayue: "..."
She simply stopped talking and sat down again.
Her face was still burning hot, and she didn't dare go out.
Shen Fuhan didn't say anything more, quickly finished his dinner, and stood up to ask, "Aren't you leaving yet?"
Wen Jiayue touched her face, and seeing that the fever had subsided, she bit her lip and stood up.
She absolutely will not say another word to Shen Fuhan tonight!
Once outside the side hall, she lost all interest in playing with Zhao Zhao and went to wash up.
When she came out, the wet nurse brought Zhao Zhao over.
Wen Jiayue held her daughter and closed her eyes, not looking at that hateful man again.
Shen Fuhan is like a completely different person now; he's saying all sorts of things. It would have been better if he had remained silent!
As if knowing she was angry, Shen Fuhan knew when to stop and even offered, "I'll sleep on the couch tonight."
Wen Jiayue opened her eyes. Why had he changed his personality again?
However, since he wanted to, she went with him and carried Zhao Zhao to the inside.
Shen Fuhan lay on the long couch, trying to fall asleep.
The first time I had a dream was last November, the second time was in January, and now it's April.
After a long time, he wondered if he would dream about it again, and he wanted to take a gamble.
He slowly closed his eyes.
After a period of darkness, an exquisitely carved wooden door appeared before them, which looked like the Hanliang Palace where the emperor resided.
Looking around, I saw him, a man in his forties, stepping onto the white marble steps and strolling over at a leisurely pace.
Shen Fuhan breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed he had entered a dream again.
He took a closer look at himself in his dream. The official robe was something only a prime minister could wear, so he wasn't too surprised.
However, she seems to look a bit younger this time than last time.
He pondered silently, "Could it be that I had these dreams in reverse order?"
Before I could think any further, an old man pushed open the door, and I entered the palace in my dream.
Shen Fuhan went in with him and looked around.
The Hanliang Hall is almost unchanged from what it is now, except that the windows are all closed, making the hall slightly dark.
As for the Emperor… he looked at him carefully for a moment, his gaze finally settling on the dragon bed.
The curtains of the dragon throne were tightly closed. He tried to lift them to see if the emperor was sitting firmly on the throne, but the curtains did not move an inch.
He had no choice but to give up, and his gaze fell on himself as he bowed.
I still couldn't hear any sound, only the opening and closing of my lips and teeth.
Shen Fuhan tried hard to understand, but still only vaguely grasped the meaning, and his brows furrowed even more tightly.
It seems he'll have to learn lip reading after waking up from this dream.
In his dream, he straightened up, remained silent for a moment, and as if he had heard the emperor's reply, a slight upward curve appeared on his lips.
Shen Fuhan judged that the smile was genuine.
Then, in the dream, he shook his head and solemnly said something.
He mimicked the lip movements, repeating, "...It's true...the world is peaceful and prosperous...I'm retiring to my hometown..."
Shen Fuhan was taken aback; was he retiring to his hometown?
He looks to be no older than forty, so why do he do this?
Was he tired of officialdom?
Or was it something done out of necessity?
Or perhaps he takes good care of himself and looks forty, but is actually sixty?
Before he could figure it out, the curtains of the dragon bed were pulled open.
He glanced over and was immediately taken aback.
The emperor is still the same emperor, but the emperor, who is clearly five or six years younger than him, looks older than him.
Shen Fuhan speculated again, wondering if it was because he was preoccupied with state affairs?
He couldn't help but feel gratified. The emperor had grown from an ignorant young boy into a capable emperor, and the more he looked at him, the more composed he became.
Not long after, the two seemed to argue about retiring to their hometown.
The emperor argued so fiercely that his face turned red and his neck bulged, and he smashed the vase to pieces.
Shen Fuhan frowned. He hadn't expected that even at this age, the Emperor would still act as impulsively as he did now. He shouldn't have called him composed.
Looking at himself, he remained calm and unmoved no matter what the emperor said, determined to retire and return to his hometown.
Seemingly out of options, the Emperor slumped onto his dragon bed, tears streaming down his face.
Shen Fuhan carefully examined the differences.
"...Leave me...and you leave too...I'll be all alone..."
He lowered his eyes in thought. Was there another important person who had left the Emperor?
He raised an eyebrow as a possibility occurred to him.
Suddenly, he started speaking in the dream, and Shen Fuhan immediately looked over.
"...Isn't that true...My wife died young, my daughter died young...I have no more worries..."
My wife died young, and my daughter died young too.
Shen Fuhan struggled to repeat it, his breathing trembling, his heart feeling as if it were being gripped tightly, a dull pain.
How early was the "early" he mentioned in the dream?