The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

They walked to the door of the next room one after another, but the door could not be opened.

Even if he slashed horizontally with the sword, the sword energy would only turn into a gust of wind, which could not startle the slightest waves.

The dream he was in was a fragment left over from thousands of years ago, and he could not interfere.

Reluctantly, he went back to the room, covered his head with soft pillows and covered his ears one after another, but unfortunately it didn't help at all.

The sound is clearly audible through a wall, like a thin piece of paper.

Wen Feng hugged him tightly, angry and funny: "You didn't react at all?"

Such an embarrassing voice had already ignited his passion, but the cold Baiyu was ignorant and didn't have any reaction that a normal person should have.

"What's the point?" Successively said with a blank expression, "If it wasn't for the woman being forced, it would be natural and human. What's there to be surprised about?"

It's not that he hasn't experienced it.It's just that the woman is really pitiful, and the voice seems to be in his ears, making him unable to sleep at all.

Wen Fengqi laughed back: "If you don't want to listen, I have a solution. I just don't know if you want to."

There was a sudden pause in one after another.

The deep and elegant voice whispered in the ear: "No? Look at me, do you have the heart?"

The yelling from the next door was like a postscript, and he almost nodded one after another, and he couldn't refuse Wenfeng's request.

He could only curse how this tireless donkey could become a normal person, while willingly handing himself over to him.

I can no longer hear the sound of the next door, and a pillow of joy/joyful sleepiness can finally be exchanged for a night of peace of mind.

I don't know how long it will take, but the noise outside the corridor will wake up one after another.

There seemed to be a lot of people coming outside, and the clanging sound of iron armor stepping on the wooden planks could be clearly heard.

"Open the door! The imperial army is searching for the imperial court prisoners!" A rough shout spread from far to far throughout the entire corridor, mixed with the creaking sound of the door opening and the uproar of people talking.

Something to do with the incident next door last night?

The light sleep was disturbed one after another, he pushed to hear the wind, and planned to get up to check.

Knocking and shouting had already reached outside their room.

"Don't worry about it, they can't break in." Wen Feng's casual smile is still elegant, "This is a dream, as long as you don't take the initiative to go out, the time in the dream will stay at this moment forever."

The movement outside the door quickly confirmed his statement.

A group of soldiers kept knocking on the door roughly and shouting loudly, as if they were going to force their way in if they didn't open the door again.However, the angry shouting continued for a long time, and no one broke the door.

The gorgeous eyes turned towards Wenfeng who held him like a knife, and he wanted to get up and open the door.

Wen Feng gave a gentle smirk: "You can't let me go out like this."

Many people standing outside the room were impatient, which made him playful and deliberately delay the time.

It wasn't until I had finished my fun that I got up satisfied, put on my robe casually, and opened the door after the waiters got dressed one after another.

The two were interrogated by soldiers in the corridor like other tenants.They are people from outside the dream, and have nothing to do with this matter. The soldiers searched the other residents carefully, and when it was their turn, the search passed quickly, as if time fast forwarded.

At this time, there was another angry shout and a rude knock on the door: "Open the door! If you don't open the door, the military master will force your way in!"

Following the sound with the residents one after another, the room next to them was the room where the woman had an accident last night.

It's different from when time stops when you knock on your own door.The soldier knocked a few times and got no response, so he kicked open the door and went straight in.

When the soldiers entered the room, they saw that the quilt on the bed was wrapped into a ball, and the resident seemed to be still sleeping with his head covered.

He mocked: "I can't wake up with such a loud voice." He lifted the quilt and said, "Get up!"

Lifting the quilt, a woman with wide-eyed eyes was revealed, who seemed to have been dead for a long time.

The residents in the corridor were already looking in curiously, but when they saw the scene in the room, many people were startled and screamed loudly.

The soldiers searched for the court prisoners, but they did not expect such a situation. A group of people entered the house to search in detail, and a group of people drove all the residents in the corridor downstairs.

Followed other residents to the lobby one after another, found a table and sat down, frowned and asked Wen Feng: "When did that woman die?"

I don't know what happened in the room in the middle of the night last night, but she was molested and still alive.

When the sound stopped later, he didn't know.

Wenfeng teased, "I don't know either. I can only, and only want to hear your voice."

Gritting his teeth one after another, he glanced coldly, and asked again: "Is the two dreams fused together, or the same dream?"

"I don't know." Wen Feng was indifferent, "It's all possible."

Saying is tantamount to not saying.They turned their heads one after another, too lazy to look at him, and quietly listened to the passionate discussions of other guests in the hall.

The residents were also very curious about this matter. After a while, a well-informed person brought everyone the latest rumors.

What the imperial army searched was an enemy spy lurking in Beijing.

And there is a vicious flower picker in the capital city, and it was he who sneaked into the women's guest room last night.

Before the officers and soldiers left, the officers came again, and the inn was in a mess.

No one is allowed to enter the second floor, and there is no way to stay in the room.

Wen Feng suddenly said: "If I'm not wrong, I know where the spy or the flower picker went."

He glanced at him coldly one after another: "Speak up, it's not your fault if you guess wrong."

Qingya laughed a few times, got up and led him: "Let's go, let's go and have a look."

Followed him through the streets and alleys one after another, and arrived at the destination after half an hour.

His eyes narrowed slightly: "Here?"

This is the home of the boy from yesterday.

If you think about it carefully, it's not impossible.Since it is a layered interweaving of dreams, there must be overlapping parts.

The dilapidated wooden door was closed tightly, and the breath of someone inside could be felt one after another.Teenagers should be at home.

He quietly went around to the backyard, jumped over the low wall, hid by the window and looked into the house.

The house was poor, and next to a board that could barely be called a bed, stood the young man from the Xie family.

There was still a figure lying on the bed, seemingly injured.The light in the dilapidated thatched hut was dim, and the man fell into Lian Li's eyes, and his facial features were a little bit like Wen Feng's.

If Wenfeng reaches middle age and has settled down to this point, I don't know if he will look like this?

Is this person an enemy spy, or a flower picker?

Or are the dreams stacked together, and the two become one?

The two left the poor areas on the outskirts of the city and returned to the bustling streets.

The second floor of the inn has been unblocked, and they don't care about the murders next door one after another, so they return to the previous room and continue to stay.

At night, there was a loud noise from next door that disturbed people's dreams.

The fragments of the dream this time seemed to be a dispute between the traveling companions because of some disagreement.

On the second day, the waiter in the store opened the door and saw that the two lost control of their emotions and fought, and both died in the room because they missed their hands.

In the next few nights, either the room on the left or the room on the right, something always happened.

Those who were caught having an affair and raped in bed, those who eloped and were caught by servants, those who suddenly fell ill in their sleep, those who were unfairly divided among the spoils... There are all kinds of things.

At this time, one after another, I finally realized deeply what Wenfeng said, this place is the fusion of various dream fragments, and all kinds of troubles will come to the door by themselves.

Even if they change the inn, the result is still the same.

As in the night, so in the day.

It won't be long before the streets outside the window will be noisy with people.As soon as you poke your head out, you can see all kinds of things in the world.

Sometimes it is a coffin for a funeral, sometimes it is a sedan chair for welcoming relatives, sometimes a dandy on the street kills a pedestrian, and sometimes someone suddenly commits a murder on the street for some reason.

This day, they fell asleep one after another, and there was another noise from the street.

He could clearly hear the conversations of the people on the street.

"Some time ago, a flower picker entered an inn and a woman died. Do you know about this?"

"I've heard of it. Why? The one being escorted by officers and soldiers is he?"

"It is said to be. After searching for several days, the police finally caught him in a private house on the outskirts of the city."

"But look at his age, he is still a child..."

"Hey, I guess the government can't catch anyone, so just catch some poor people to take the blame."

"Whether he is the flower picker or not, the official has the final say."

Curiously, one after another, I glanced at the street outside the window, and the tired and drowsy sleepiness disappeared instantly.

It was the young man from the Xie family who was caught as a flower picker.

It must be because the real prisoner was hiding in his house and was found by the government.It's just that the person left him and escaped, or the young man volunteered to help him take the blame, or the two dreams merged together, and the two people became one.

I don't know if there is something unusual about him, the person outside the dream, or because he glanced at it unintentionally, the young man suddenly raised his head and looked towards the second floor of the inn where he was.

The two looked through the crowd and met in mid-air.

After staring at each other for a while, the boy lowered his head again and was escorted across the long street by officers and soldiers.

They frowned one after another.He had a feeling in his heart that the boy must be looking at him.

He asked Xiang Wenfeng: "What will happen to him?"

Wen Fengguang exposed his upper body and hugged him tightly to his chest from behind.

"He is now in a desperate situation. If he is in this world, I am willing to save him from the sea of ​​suffering." Wen Yanruan said with a nonchalant smile, "However, this place is the dream left by a dead person who does not know what year and month. The world. If there is no good fortune, he will die here. If his life is not deserved, there will be other opportunities."

They pursed their lips one after another, having nothing to say.

At night, thick black clouds cover the sky, and the stars and the moon are dark.

One after another, I was curious about what would happen in the next room tonight, but the noisy noise was blown in from the window by the night wind.

The wind was mixed with heat and blood, temporarily covering up the smell of chaos in the room that was hard to dissipate.

He approached the window and looked around, and the north of the city was full of flames.

"That's where the imperial city is." Wen Feng was still in high spirits, and buried his head in the blood-stained neck, enjoying the double joy, "Finally something big happened."

The two stood by the window together, hugging each other and looking out.It didn't take long for the distant killing cries to spread to this area.The noisy voices of the surrounding people also spread into the room.

There was a rebellion in the palace. At this time, the two armies were fighting, and blood flowed in the imperial city.The fight even spread to the nearby streets, and people were panicking everywhere.

In the next few days, rumors floated in the streets that the rebellion subsided, the new emperor ascended the throne, amnesty the world, conscript troops everywhere, and go to war with neighboring countries.

The time outside the window passed by in a flash, and soon, the marching army was seen walking through the street one after another.

He casually looked at the crowd, and suddenly, a soldier in the team raised his head and murmured towards where he was.

They were taken aback for a moment.That person looks somewhat similar to Wen Feng - he is a young man from the Xie family.

The boy was not beheaded by the government for his crimes, but was exiled into the army and entered the barracks.

The eyes of the two met again, and after walking the distance outside the window, the boy lowered his head again and blended into the crowd.