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Chapter 344 The Fifth Dream (1)

Shen Fuhan looked up and saw a plaque in front of him that read "Zhiheng Academy".

He remembered this courtyard, near the main courtyard, which in his dreams was Shen Chengyao's residence after he grew up.

Shen Fuhan followed the version of herself from her dream inside.

In the courtyard, Shen Chengyao had just finished practicing his sword and was sweating profusely. A woman standing nearby approached him with a handkerchief and tiptoed to wipe his sweat.

Shen Fuhan remembered her; the woman who appeared in his dream last time was Shen Chengyao's wife.

Shen Chengyao looked at her grinning foolishly and lowered his head to kiss her cheek.

The woman reached out and patted his chest, but Shen Chengyao easily grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.

The two were so intimate that they didn't even notice Shen Fuhan coming in.

In his dream, he didn't move, standing still and looking around with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

It is obvious that this dream still takes place after Wen Jiayue's death, and in the dream he misses the time when Wen Jiayue was still alive.

But Shen Fuhan showed no sympathy, and even some disdain.

Now I'm starting to miss her. What was she doing when she was still around?

He stared coldly at himself in his dream.

Unaware of anything in his dream, Shen Fuhan suddenly clenched his fist and coughed, pressing it to his lips.

Shen Fuhan frowned slightly; he wasn't the type to embarrass people like that.

Only when my gaze fell on my face did I realize that I seemed to be sick and didn't look well.

The two people not far away naturally heard the sound. The woman didn't even have the courage to turn around and covered her face as if she was fleeing back to her room.

Shen Chengyao wasn't embarrassed at all; on the contrary, he laughed heartily, took a few steps forward, cupped his hands, and called out "Uncle."

"Uncle, aren't you busy today? What brings you here?"

Shen Fuhan has almost mastered lip reading; she can understand most of the simple words, but she still needs to carefully distinguish them.

He stared intently, and in his dream, the man said, "I want to give you a few words of advice."

Shen Chengyao's expression turned serious, and he muttered to himself, "I don't think I've made any mistakes recently, have I?"

But in the blink of an eye, he became smug again: "I'm going to war tomorrow, Uncle. If you want to beat me, I'll run away tonight."

Shen Fuhan raised his eyebrows slightly; this dream was still happening backwards.

Last time, he wrote a letter to Shen Chengyao, who was fighting in a war, in his dream; this time, he hasn't even gone to war yet.

“I won’t hit you,” he said in the dream. “You’ve become much more mature since we got married, and I’m very pleased with that.”

Shen Chengyao breathed a sigh of relief and praised his wife.

“Yuan’er is gentle and kind. I can’t be unreliable in front of her. I still have to earn military merits and an official title for her!”

In his dream, Shen Fuhan twitched the corner of his mouth, which was considered a smile.

He nodded and said, "It's good that you have ambition."

In his dream, Shen Fuhan never saw himself smile; he always had a blank, expressionless face.

He seemed to have not laughed in a long time, and this laugh sounded bitter and stiff.

It's like a stagnant pool; even if you throw a large rock in, it won't cause the slightest ripple.

Shen Fuhan watched silently, and soon after, Shen Funian also arrived.

"Hey, Big Brother's here too?"

Shen Funian stuffed the things she was holding into her son's hands.

"These are knee pads I made for you. It's bitterly cold on the border, and winter is coming soon. You can't let your knees get frostbite. There are three pairs in total, so you can wear them in rotation."

Shen Chengyao chuckled: "Mother, Yuan'er also made me a few, they're warmer than the ones you made."

"You little rascal," Shen Funian clicked his tongue, "you've forgotten your mother after getting married, haven't you? Here you go!"

“I didn’t forget,” Shen Chengyao told the servant to put it away. “I was just showing you how good Yuan’er is to me.”

Shen Funian glanced at her elder brother, who was silent with his eyes down, and glared at her son, signaling him not to bring up this matter again.

Shen Chengyao realized what was happening and said seriously, "Uncle, please say what you have to say now."

Shen Fuhan said, "It's nothing serious. I just wanted to tell you that the battlefield is ever-changing, and a slight mistake can cost you your life. You must not treat it like a game."

Shen Funian was terrified and patted her chest, saying, "Big brother, don't scare me."

Shen Chengyao said earnestly, "I understand, Uncle. I will be careful."

Shen Fuhan hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and said, "Take care of yourself. We'll talk about other things when you get back."

After saying that, he left, leaving Shen Funian and her son looking at each other in bewilderment.

Shen Fuhan knew exactly what he was going to say: change Yao'er's surname and give him the title of Marquis of Jing'an.

As Shen Fuhan followed himself slowly toward the main courtyard, he connected the dreams together, piecing together a complete narrative.

The reason for changing Yao'er's surname was to ensure that he would inherit the Jing'an Marquis's mansion and that there would be no successor.

As for resigning from office, it was because the emperor had matured over the years and the country could be handed over to him with complete confidence.

Having accomplished the great tasks for his country and family, and with no more worries, he could face death with composure.

The first dream proved it: he painted a portrait of Wen Jiayue, stroked her face, and fell beside her.

It was clearly a scene of his death.

Looking at himself, both unfamiliar and familiar, Shen Fuhan felt a mix of emotions, unsure whether to feel more regret or melancholy.

But he was not surprised by this decision.

He knew he liked Wen Jiayue. From the first time he wrote down things about her in the book, or even longer, she had taken root in his heart.

He still remembered that day. When he woke up in the morning, Wen Jiayue was lying in his arms, her hands unconsciously tightening around him, and she snuggled against his chest in a dependent way.

For the first time, he had the thought, "It wouldn't hurt to ask for leave today; I want to be with her." But the truth was, he had never asked for leave since he became an official.

He went that day as usual, but Wen Jiayue kept popping into his mind, making him restless.

So he grabbed a blank notebook and wrote down the scene, which calmed his racing heart.

Later, he developed the habit of using this booklet to write down the little things he had experienced with Wen Jiayue.

However, he rarely looked at it, because he remembered every scene clearly in his mind.

On the way back to the main courtyard, he couldn't stop coughing in his dream, and Sibai rushed over.

"My lord, shall I go and fetch the royal physician?"

"No need, it's nothing serious, I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

After saying this, he went into his bedroom without letting anyone serve him.

Shen Fuhan naturally followed him in, but he found it strange. Logically, the dream should have ended, so why was he still in the dream?

In his dream, he pulled a piece of Xuan paper from a hidden compartment beside his bed.

The Xuan paper was slowly unfurled; it was already yellowed and torn, somewhat fragile, as if it would turn into several pieces if handled carelessly.

Shen Fuhan unconsciously held his breath and glanced at it, then suddenly paused, noticing A-Yue's handwriting.

He looked at it carefully, and the more he looked, the more alarmed he became.