He favored his concubine and I cut off my wealth. Everyone in the mansion was in a panic.

In a dream.

Lu Yan stood in a pool of blood, his face as pale as white paper. The two blood-like balls on Fusang Gu's head had long since shrunk, as if his blood and qi had dried up.

Although he was exhausted, Lu Yan still looked ahead with a normal expression. Shen Qing could vaguely see a scarlet skirt. Judging from the style, the person standing in front of Lu Yan should be a woman.

The next moment, a red blood light flashed and sank into Lu Yan's heart again. Lu Yan's figure also fell backwards involuntarily.

"A Yan!" Shen Qing was awakened again, with cold sweat on his forehead.

Because the movement was too large, Tuanzi, who was taking a nap with Shen Qing, was also overturned.

Tuanzi rolled off the bed, then got up and walked to Shen Qing. Then Tuanzi's concerned question came to his mind, [What's wrong with you? Contract Master. 】

Shen Qing calmed down a little, and then she talked to Tuanzi about the dream just now. It didn't matter whether Tuanzi could understand it or not, she just needed to find an outlet.

Unexpectedly, Tuanzi responded to Shen Qing with an incredible answer -

precognitive dream.

In other words, the scene in Shen Qing's dream will become a reality one day.

Shen Qing, who had solved some doubts, wanted to ask something else, but Tuanzi couldn't say anything anymore. As a Gu beast that grew up outside of Nanjiang, what it could know was really limited.

However, Tuanzi made a promise to Shen Qing that if Shen Qing needed to go to Nanjiang one day in the future, it could accompany her.

Nanjiang, the place where it should have grown up.

Suppressing the panic in her heart, Shen Qing stood up again and wrote down everything that had just happened on the letter paper, preparing to send it to Lu Yan later, and told him to be careful in everything on the border.

Because the enemy they faced was Nanjiang, there were destined to be too many uncertain factors.

After dealing with all this, Shen Qing's sleepiness had long gone. With nothing to do, she asked Chan Yi to go out and find a famous fortune teller.

The fortune teller's surname was Fu. He had a square face and a mustache. He looked serious and formal. He was a famous fortune teller in Shengjing. He had a rule that he only told one fortune a day. As for who he told, it depended on his mood.

Master Fu was famous, and even Shen Qing had heard of him. "I never thought that we could invite the master. Today is our blessing."

Master Fu smiled and told the truth, "To be honest with the princess, today's fortune has actually been told, but when I heard that the princess wanted to tell, I temporarily added one more fortune."

Shen Qing was surprised, "Why?"

As far as she knew, Master Fu was not a person who feared power. Even if dignitaries wanted to ask him for a fortune, it was all up to him.

Master Fu looked profound, "Because the prince and the princess are both people who save the country and the people."

Shen Qing was stunned, "What do you mean by this, Master?"

"If I calculated correctly, the princess should have had a nightmare these days. In the dream, something happened to the prince and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive."

Hearing this, Shen Qing was shocked immediately, because she only told Tuanzi about this dream, and as for the letter to Lu Yan, it was still on the corner of the table and had not been sent out.

In other words, Master Fu really calculated it.

"Then Master, how do you think the prince's difficulties should be resolved?"

"The prince and the princess are both chosen by heaven. Naturally, only you and your wife can resolve your destiny."

In other words, only Shen Qing can save Lu Yan.

Shen Qing pondered and asked again: "When will the time of danger come?"

Master Fu did not speak directly, but said meaningfully: "When the princess sees the face of the woman in the dream clearly, it will be the moment when the prince is on the verge of life and death. At that time, the princess should leave Shengjing."

Listening to Master Fu's increasingly mysterious words, Shen Qing frowned slightly, "Why can't it be earlier?"

"Because people have their own destiny, and heaven has its own destiny. Sooner or later, it will be unfavorable for the princess and the prince."

After speaking, Master Fu suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

The blood stained the corner of his clothes, but Master Fu wiped it off carelessly.

Shen Qing looked concerned, "Master, are you feeling unwell?"

"It doesn't matter. It's just the price of peeping into the secrets of heaven. I ask the princess to remember what I said today. The safety of the people of Dachu depends on the princess."

After speaking, Master Fu stood up and walked towards the gate of the mansion with a slight sway.

Chan Yi chased him to give him money, but he waved his hand and refused to accept it, "No need, I don't need these things anymore."

Chan Yi didn't quite understand, and could only watch his figure gradually disappear from sight, and then went back to report to Shen Qing.

Shen Qing was a little absent-minded. He originally wanted to find a master to tell his fortune to calm his mind, but he didn't expect that he would become more uneasy after the fortune-telling.

"Princess, Master Fu has been sent away."

Shen Qing nodded and looked at Chan Yi, "Do you know where this Master Fu came from?"

Originally, Shen Qing was actually skeptical about fortune-telling, until today when he heard Master Fu's words in person, Shen Qing had to believe it.

Chan Yi shook her head, "I don't know much about this either. I only know that Master Fu came to Shengjing 20 years ago and bought a small courtyard in the south of the city. He made a living by fortune-telling. He told fortunes every day for one penny. His fortunes were accurate, so I went to the south of the city to find him. I thought it would take some time to talk, but I didn't expect him to agree so readily."

"Did he accept the money today?"

Chan Yi shook her head, "No, he didn't, and he said he didn't need it."

Shen Qing's expression froze, but he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he asked Chan Yi to pay attention to what Master Fu was doing. He originally wanted her to send the letter he had just written to Lu Yan, but when he thought of what Master Fu had just said, he burned the letter in the candlelight and wrote a new one, hiding the things in the dream, just asking him to be more careful about everything in the border.

At about the end of the Shen hour, Shen Shuyu and his party came to the gate of the yard again to find Shen Qing to have dinner together at Linjiang Tower, and to watch the fireworks together in the evening.

Shen Qing was afraid that thinking too much by herself would be bad for the baby in her belly, so she followed a few people. Although her thoughts were always a little slow, at least she was distracted.

…

At night, Shen Qing had that dream again. This time, there were more women in his sight than at noon. He could already vaguely see the hem of a small skirt and the tip of an embroidered shoe with a centipede pattern.

Centipede… one of the five poisons, so the woman must be from southern Xinjiang without a doubt.

The sky outside gradually brightened up. Just as Shen Qing was about to get up, he heard the news from Chan Yi that Master Fu had died in his bed. When he was found, he was dressed neatly, as if he had expected it.

Shen Qing immediately thought of what Master Fu said to Chan Yi yesterday -

He no longer needed those material possessions.

Shengjing was under the emperor's feet. Food and clothing cost money. Although silver was a vulgar thing, it was also indispensable. Only the dead could not use material possessions.

This statement was exactly in line with what happened today.

Thinking of this, Shen Qing couldn't help but feel cold in his heart. If Master Fu was really a hermit, then Shen Qing would have to think carefully about his words yesterday.

Without giving Shen Qing a chance to think more, Chan Yi had already started to help Shen Qing get up. After getting dressed, Shen Qing thought for a long time and said to Chan Yi, "Go to Master Fu later and give him three sticks of incense. This will be a fulfillment of yesterday's fate."

Chan Yi agreed, put on a thick coat for Shen Qing, and then turned to go out.

Shen Qing sat at the table to have breakfast, Tuan Zi licked the bird's nest in the bowl elegantly, and was still wearing the small dress that Lu Yan gave her yesterday. It can be seen that she really likes it.

As soon as breakfast was over, Shen Shuyu had already arrived outside Shen Qing's yard.

It was the New Year, and Lu Yan was not in Shengjing. He was afraid that Shen Qing would be bored alone, so Shen Shuyu came to Shen Qing's place more frequently.

Not long after Shen Shuyu arrived, Yun Yichen, Meng Guanlan, and Lan Yin, who he met at the door, also came together.

Shen Qing knew that they were afraid that she would feel depressed, so they came to see her every day without any trouble, so she followed them out with a smile.

With relatives and friends around, her restless heart would calm down a little.

Such leisurely days lasted until the 16th day of the first lunar month. Meng Guanlan started to attend the morning court again, and Lan Yin's months were getting older. The original five-person group became four or three.

Later, Shen Shuyu and Yun Yichen's wedding date was also set, and it was chosen on the day of the Flower Festival. There was only about a month left, which could be said to be a bit urgent.

In addition to the Yun family and Shen Yian and his wife, Shen Shuyu and Yun Yichen were also caught from time to time to discuss wedding clothes, prepare gifts and dowry, etc., so Shen Qing gradually became free.

On the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month, Shen Qing had that dream for the eighth time.

Lu Yan's situation in the dream had not changed at all, but the woman's figure had been exposed to her neck, and a hint of her fair and delicate chin could be seen.

Although her face was still invisible, Shen Qing could already see most of her body.

She was slender and tall, wearing a red dress with fluttering sleeves. On one side of her blood-red embroidered shoes was a centipede and on the other was a golden toad. On the hem of her skirt were two brown geckos that looked like dried blood. On her fair and radiant wrist was a blood-red little snake.

Unlike the first three poisons, the little red snake was alive.

According to Shen Qing's guess, the last remaining poison should be on her hair accessory, and the snake was her natal Gu.

As Lu Yan's Gu technique continued to improve, more and more memories of Fusang Gu were awakened, so that Lu Yan's understanding of Gu technique became more and more detailed.

Lu Yan once told Shen Qing that there are many appearances of Gu worms in southern Xinjiang, among which the Gu Master who uses the Five Poisons as his natal Gu has the highest Gu skills. As the situation continues to change, the position of the head of the Five Poisons is also constantly changing. When Fusang Gu left southern Xinjiang, the head of the Five Poisons was the snake.

Although Fusang Gu is not any of the Five Poisons, it is firmly above the Five Poisons by virtue of its own specialness.

As for what kind of special method it is, Fusang Gu has not thought about it before it set off to the border with Lu Yan.

This time, when Shen Qing woke up again, there was no panic on her face. Maybe she had gotten used to it, or she had expected that some things could not be avoided and had to be faced.

According to the progress of the previous dream, she would be able to see the woman's face clearly in another time.

At the same time, the war on the border became more and more tense. Qi Lie led the army to fight again and again, but returned empty-handed many times.

Those small tribes were very smart. When they saw that someone from the border was coming to support them, they began to retreat to the strange forest behind them, and only came out from time to time to harass them, just like lice on your head, which didn't hurt, but always made you feel uncomfortable.

In addition, every time those small tribes appeared, they would injure hundreds of Qi's troops. Although they were not fatal, they all fell into a coma like Xie Chi'an and could never wake up again.

The number of letters from Lu Yan also gradually changed from one letter every two days to one letter every three days, and then one letter every five days. Until the Flower Festival on February 15th, Shen Qing had not received a reply from Lu Yan for ten days.