The concubine is soft and charming, and the prince is willing to seduce her

Chapter 229: Zhuang Zhou Dreaming of a Butterfly (Overhaul)
Shen Zhiyu cried so pitifully in mid-air, shouting "Brother~" in a hoarse voice.

The scene faded in color and was covered by white snow amid the cries of grief.

When she raised her head, she looked at the white snow around her.

He was leading a few people to lead the main force of Xirong into a trap. A man hiding under the snow lit dozens of gunpowder fuses wrapped in oil paper.

In an instant, the earth shook and the mountains began to shake. The snow on the snow-capped mountains that never melted all year round gathered into snow streams with this eruption and swept down from great heights.

Everyone was buried under the icy snowy mountains, and no one survived.

The scene in front of her began to gradually break down. Shen Zhiyu vaguely heard someone calling her name and turned back subconsciously.

Across the heavy snow on the mountain foothills, Wei Qingye vomited blood, lay on the ground, looked in her direction, and murmured the word "Zhizhi".

In the guest room, the sound of the woman sobbing softly mixed with the voice of Wei Qingye calling her.

"Brother, brother..." Shen Zhiyu's cry in the nightmare was mixed with sadness and crying.

Wei Qingye felt a little sad. He didn't expect that she would miss her cheap brother Shen Hongfeng even in her dreams.

But he was worried. If he didn't wake the person up, what would happen if something really happened?
He turned to Chai Hui and ordered, "Go and call the old monk Yideng."

Chai Hui nodded and hurriedly turned around and walked out, closing the door considerately.

"Wei Qingye~"

"Wei Changying~~"

The man wiped the sweat off her forehead with a handkerchief. When he heard Shen Zhiyu calling his name, he quickly responded, "I'm here. I've always been here."

The next moment, Shen Zhiyu, who was lying unconscious on the couch, opened her eyes.

"Zhizhi~" Wei Qingye's hand holding the handkerchief paused in mid-air. Seeing that her eyes were dull and she seemed to have no reaction, he called her again.

Shen Zhiyu seemed to have found her own breathing, and her chest rose and fell.

Her gaze slowly fell on the person in front of her, making her unable to tell whether she was in a dream or reality.

There was a mist in Liuli's eyes, and the scene of Wei Qingye lying on the ground covered in blood kept appearing in her mind.

She raised her slender hand, but did not dare to place it on Wei Qingye's cheek, for fear that it was an illusion that would shatter at the slightest touch.

"Are you... serious?" Linlang's voice was filled with suppressed tears, and the panic and fear in her eyes were all seen by Wei Qingye.

"Whether I'm real or not, you can just touch me and you'll know." Wei Qingye said, raising his hand cautiously and moving closer.

The slender fingertips tentatively touched the slightly calloused fingertips, and the slightly warm touch traveled along the fingertips to her limbs.

"Wuwu~~" Shen Zhiyu suddenly threw herself into the arms of the man in front of her, crying aggrievedly, "I thought, I thought this was a dream."

Tears as big as beans dripped down her cheeks and onto his clothes, burning Wei Qingye's heart so much that it trembled.

He didn't know what the person in his arms was dreaming about that made her cry so aggrievedly and fearfully.

"This is not a dream, Zhizhi, don't be afraid." Wei Qingye gently stroked her slender back to soothe her emotions.

"Zhizhi, you must believe that even in a dream, Wei Changying will keep you safe."

Shen Zhiyu cried even harder, hiccuping as she retorted, "You're lying, you're lying. Obviously... obviously..."

Shen Zhiyu did not say the rest of the words. Instead, she buried her little face in Wei Qingye's arms, like an insecure little cub seeking protection from a powerful beast.

There was a knock on the door. Shen Zhiyu shrank her neck, then poked her head out from Wei Qingye's arms and whispered, "It seems someone is coming. Do you think I am ugly? Can I see people?"

Wei Qingye stood up and wet the towel with warm water. After cleaning her face again, he said, "Come in!"

Chai Hui pushed open the door and made a gesture to invite people in. An old monk in a cassock slowly walked in.

"Amitabha, I wish you two good health." The old monk looked kind and twirled the Buddhist beads in his hand, greeting them. Wei Qingye glanced at him and said, "Old monk, you are a layman, do you really need to be so polite?"

Shen Zhiyu noticed that the smile on the old monk's face froze, "It's me who is obsessed."

Wei Qingye turned around and explained to Shen Zhiyu in a soft voice: "This is the most famous charlatan in Huguo Temple, Old Monk Yideng."

Shen Zhiyu nodded and said, "Master Yideng..."

Monk Yideng shook his head at her, causing Shen Zhiyu to look at him in confusion, "But is there anything wrong?"

Monk Yideng smiled and said, "There is nothing wrong with that. The female donor must remember that it is Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or it is the butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou. It is both true and false."

Wei Qingye sneered, "Old monk, I asked you to come here to treat patients, not to talk nonsense here."

Monk Yideng clasped his hands together, bowed to him, and turned to leave.

Before Wei Qingye could stand up, Shen Zhiyu grabbed his arm and said, "Changying, I'm fine now, don't worry."

Wei Qingye's expression still couldn't relax. Whenever he thought of how helpless she was in the nightmare, a hint of worry emerged in his dark eyes.

It was getting late, so Chai Hui brought back some vegetarian food and placed it on the table.

"Zhizhi, can we eat first?" Wei Qingye hugged her and lowered his head to rub her neck.

Shen Zhiyu nodded hesitantly, "Well, the vegetarian food here tastes great, Changying, please accompany me to eat more."

Wei Qingye kept saying that it would cause indigestion, but he kept picking up vegetables for her with his hands.

Shen Zhiyu ate so happily that she even forgot what happened in her dream.

After they washed up, Wei Qingye sat on the couch with a Buddhist scripture in his hand and waved to her, "Zhizhi, come here."

Shen Zhiyu sat on the couch, tilted her head and said, "Your Highness, why are you interested in Buddhist scriptures?"

Wei Qingye held her in his arms and said, "I'm not interested. I just want Zhizhi to read a passage so that you won't have dreams at night."

He spoke in a very soft voice, but in the end it was all so that she could sleep well and read the Buddhist scriptures even if she was not interested.

Shen Zhiyu laughed twice, reached out to grab the Buddhist scriptures and threw them on the footstool.

"If Chang Ying doesn't like it, don't force it. If you want me to sleep well at night, there are other ways, as long as you stay by my side."

Upon hearing this, Wei Qingye immediately pulled open the quilt and wrapped them both up. "I never knew I had this ability, but since Zhizhi asked me to do so, how could I not agree?"

Shen Zhiyu sniffed the faint Yuelin fragrance on him, and fragments of her dream and the words of Master Yideng kept emerging in her mind.

If she guessed correctly, what she dreamed of was the scene of her brother guarding the western border some time ago.

The only difference is that good news came from the Western Territory, but all the Western Territory soldiers in the dream seemed to have died here.

She even led her men to lure the enemy deep into the snow-capped mountains, ignited explosives, and died together with the enemy.

What is the connection between the two?

Shen Zhiyu still couldn't figure it out. Her tense mind relaxed under Yue Linxiang's comfort, and she fell asleep quickly.

After realizing that the person in his arms had fallen asleep completely, Wei Qingye stood up, put on his cloak and walked out.

When Chai Hui was about to follow, he heard his master say, "Guard her well here. If anything goes wrong, you will have to think about it yourself!"

"Yes, master." Chai Hui quickly turned back outside the house and stood guard with full vigilance, fearing that the person in the house would fall into a nightmare again.

This chapter has been revised. Chapter 230 may have to wait until tomorrow to be completely revised.

Sorry, my dears.

It's almost over, and I don't want to rush it.