He closed his eyes, his tiredness surged, and soon he fell asleep in a daze.

Ning Nanyou is having a strange dream again.

This time, it is different from the usual dream.

He did not dream of Jiang Chengjia, nor did he dream of Zhou Yuanmo.

The scene in the dream is neither Linhe nor North.

A ray of light and shadow passed by, and he inexplicably came to Chang'an, the ancient county, a place where he had lived for a year as a child.

Ning Nan was worried and wondered why he dreamed of Chang'an?

The crowded crowd led him forward. The scene in front of him changed instantly, and when he woke up again, his steps stopped. He settled in front of Gaomenlin House of Dou's aristocratic family. Looking at the majestic and strict mansion in front of him, a sense of familiarity surged in his heart.

The Dou family in the Left Fengyi of Jingzhao is a great family of all ages. The house stands by the walls of the Weiyang Palace with red walls and green willows, jade stars, next to the water pavilion bridge, and in the alleys of Tianyu. Almost no one dares to walk past such a majestic and magnificent mansion. There are few pedestrians on the road.

Ning Nanyou looked at the closed red paint door and thought of the distant memories of his childhood.

Just as he was feeling the feeling, a loud sound came from the tightly closed door. Two little servants pushed open the heavy and towering door.

Within the threshold, there were two people - a young man who was as bright and clean as the cold and green as snowy mountains and a delicate carving, pink, tender and cute drooping child.

Ning Nanyoupiao was outside the mansion, staring at the two people in front of him with a look of shock.

The young man's every move was elegant and noble, and the warm wind blew his face, giving people a strong sense of affinity.

The young man standing beside him had a cold face and a expressionless face, with a cold aura that was completely inconsistent with his current age. The little man had bright eyes but no waves, losing the vitality that a child should have.

Years have passed, and Ning Nanyou can still recognize who the husband is at a glance.

He was Dou Xunen, the Dou family Sanlang who was famous all over the world and was well-known in the Wei Dynasty.

The slapped child standing next to Dou Sanlang was Ning Nanyou when he was a child.

Ning Nanyou looked at the scene in front of him and felt it was very strange.

Why did he suddenly dream of Dou Xunen? What did this dream of no ending hint to him?

When he was pondering, the gentle and jade-like man in front of the door squatted down gently, his fingers with distinct joints gently held the arms of the drooping child, and asked softly: "Xiao Zhaoyuan, is it okay for the third uncle to take you to the hunting ground in Chang'an today to shoot arrows?"

Ning Nanyou, who is still a childlike appearance, already has a mature temperament and a dull complexion.

He looked at the handsome man in front of him calmly, silently without saying a word.

Dou Xunen was slightly stunned, so he carefully tentatively said, "What's wrong? Does Xiao Zhaoyuan want to go hunting with his third uncle?"

The child lowered his eyes, was very thoughtful and unwilling to pay attention to others.

Dou Xunen waited patiently, his bright black eyes contained a faint soft light.

After a while, the child of the droughty child hesitated and asked, "Uncle San, how long will I stay in Dou Mansion? Mother...when will I pick me up?"

The child looked at the husband in front of him with a hint of expectation and desire.

Standing at the steps and watching everything in front of him as a bystander, he clearly noticed that Dou Xunen shook.

Seeing that Dou Xunen didn't reply, the thin and short little man lowered his eyes again and said sadly: "I understand, Uncle San. I won't ask anymore. I'll stay in the Dou Mansion. If my mother doesn't want to see me, then forget it."

He was so sad that Dou Xunen could not hold on to himself at such a young age. He held the child into his arms and whispered softly: "Zhaoyuan. It's not that your mother doesn't want to see you. It's just that some things are delayed and she will be able to pick you up soon."

The little husband let Dou Xunen hold him, and did not resist, and he was even more reluctant to say something more.

Ning Nanyou, who was under the steps, took this scene into his eyes and caused a sensation in his heart. Dou Sanlang treated him very well back then.

It’s a pity that they only had a year of master-disciple relationship. Later, he was separated from this gentleman with the beautiful breeze and the beautiful man, and he had never met again.

He remembered that on the day Dou Xunen died, the emperor's grandfather hugged him and cried all night, and his mouth was full of small characters from Dou Sanlang.

Cen Sheng...

Ning Nanyou remembered Dou Xunen's small words, and recited them silently twice in his heart, and continued to look up at the picture presented in his dream.

The Dou family mansion with a red pillar flashed past him. The scene that followed was the maple leaf forest in front of the Red Maple Village. Ning Nan was full of worries and felt that the dream he had was becoming more and more difficult to solve, and the scene jumped around, without any logical connection.

He stopped in front of Hongfeng Village for a moment, then walked inside.

After walking a few steps, a man and a woman came into the depths of the red maple forest.

They strolled in the woods that looked like red, one left and one right, green and sweet, melodious and loving.

Ning Nanyou was completely stunned, staring blankly at the man and woman walking towards him, feeling shocked.

The tall, tall, handsome man and the beautiful and charming graceful girl. One is Dou Xunen, who has a teacher-student friendship with him, and the other is Cao, the biological mother who gave birth to him and raised him.

Ning Nanyou never knew that Dou Xunen met his mother when she was young?

Seeing how intimate they were, it seemed like they had an old relationship.

He felt a storm in his heart, and he felt a sense of shame and annoyance in his heart.

Dou Xunen...had an affair with his mother.

Cao in front of him had already combed the woman's hair bun. At this moment, she had already married Ning Zheng, but she still had a secret meeting with Dou Xunen here?

Could it be that Ning Zheng has hated him so much over the years because he knows that Cao has an affair with others?

Ning Nanyou never had any doubts about his mother. Therefore, after knowing the relationship between Dou Xunen and Cao, he was so shocked and uncomfortable.

The boys and girls under the red maple tree hugged each other tightly, even kissed each other lingeringly.

The two of them are talented and beautiful, as if they are made of heaven and earth, blending with the red maple leaf scene to create a beautiful picture.

Ning Nanyou felt that this scene was very dazzling.

He didn't know why he had such a dream, and his heart was filled with sorrow and pain.

He should have thought of it for a long time that his mother did not love her father, and her heart belonged to her. Therefore, he also did not like him, just because he was Ning Zheng's bloodline.

Ning Nanyou knew in an instant that his mother didn't like him, and his father hated him, and suddenly felt that it was ridiculous.

He lowered his eyes and looked pale.

The situation in the dream changed again.

The red maple scene that was as red as fire was torn apart by a mysterious force in a blink of an eye.

The bright and bright light pieced together bit by bit, and the scene before him was once again presented to him was a scorched earth wreck.

Wherever he looked, there were traces of the fire. A corpse of unrecognizable faces was placed in front of him, gloomy and terrifying, and terrifying.

Ning Nanyou frowned and stared at the shocking scene in front of him alone. He turned his head in an unknown way and looked at the city wall burning by the fire in the distance. He saw the golden pen letter engraved on the plaque in front of the city - Chang'an City.

He looked in surprise and repeatedly confirmed the name of the scorched earth.

After countless times, I realized that this is the ancient capital Chang'an.

It was obvious that a moment ago, Chang'an in his dream was still a prosperous and prosperous scene. How could this capital that carries a thousand-year-old story be swallowed up by a fire, leaving only ruins and ruins?

He showed a strange expression and stared at the Chang'an high walls that had turned into ruins, his eyes were cold.

At this moment, a few shrill shouts came from the side of the city walls where the raging fire was burning.

Ning Nanyou walked away following the sound, and wherever his clothes swept, he passed through the stiff corpses of the soldiers guarding the city, and floated like air.

The fires are still crazily attacking the ancient capital.

Under the burning and scorching city wall, a young man wearing a black python robe and a golden armored military uniform was hugging the body of a woman tightly, in great pain.

He kept shouting: "Mother! Mother! Wait a little longer, wait for me! The reinforcements will arrive soon. You will definitely get better. I... can't lose you!"

The beautiful woman leaned against his arms, her face was pale as pale as paper.

She stared at the young man who was holding her, looking wild and feeling unwilling. Her pair of snow-white and slender hands trembled towards the man, her breath was weak, and she said intermittently: "Zhao'er...my Zhao'er. The gap between you and me and me is finally eliminated... This is what happened now."

The beautiful woman is already angry.

The young man shook his head desperately, with tears in his eyes: "The child must have a way to save you... The fate between you and me is not over. Mother, you can't leave me..."

He was speechless and panicked.

Ning Nanyou, who was standing beside him, staring at the two men in the corner of the city wall, his heart hurt like a knife.

The trembling man under the city wall was Ning Nanyou himself.

The beautiful woman lying dying in his arms was his mother, Cao.

Ning Nanyou didn't know what happened in Chang'an, nor did he know why Cao was seriously injured. He just grabbed his heart and couldn't bear to look at the scene in front of him.

Even though he complained that Cao was so cold to him, he still felt reluctant to leave him.

Even if the mother who gave birth to him and raised him did not love him, she would be a concern that could not be erased in his heart.

Cao smiled at the husband, smiling very gently.

She had never smiled like this to Ning Nanyou, and she always had a cold and indifferent face, so she would not let him get close to him.

Now, when I know that my life is not long, I feel a sense of liberation and no longer have any restrictions.

"Zhao'er. Don't cry... Mother is tired. This life is too heavy and painful for mothers. Let mother leave... Under the fountain, there is someone I want to see... I... I don't want him to wait too long." Cao gasped, saying word by word, begging.

Ning Nanyou heard this and was even more desperate as if he was burning with iron: "My mother... do you really want to abandon me?"
Chapter completed!