Xiao Qiao slowly opened her eyes and met Wei Shao's worried eyes that were staring at him.

He was back at some point, and the lights were on in the room.

Her tears filled her eyelashes, her cheeks were wet and scratched, and her chest and back were covered with cold sweat, and her clothes were tightly attached to her flesh.

Even though he was already tightly held in his arms, his shoulders were still trembling.

"What's wrong with you?"

Wei Shao's voice was anxious, hugging her tighter, lifted his other palm, and wiped the cold sweat on her forehead and tears on her face with his thin calluses.

Xiao Qiao leaned against his chest in dismay, closed her eyes and shook her head.

Wei Shao looked at her.

"A nightmare?"

Xiao Qiao said nothing.

"What dream?" he urged, "What dreams are you dreaming about?"

Xiao Qiao shook her head again.

She doesn't want to cry anymore.

It's just a dream. At this moment, the dream has woken up, so there is no need to be afraid anymore.

But tears continued to surge out of her closed eyes.

The more he asked, her tears became more and more intense.

So in the end, he was completely unable to control himself. Under his strong suppression, his body trembled like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, and tears quickly wet his chest.

Wei Shao's heart seemed to be soaked in her tears, and it was tightly kneaded into a ball.

...

He retrieved his mother from the clan ancestral hall and sent her back to the room.

When he heard her long-lost deep-rooted hatred for Xiao Qiao from his mother, he subconsciously felt resistance and disgust.

But when he saw the woman who gave birth to him showed a look of panic in front of him because she was worried about her own blame, a trace of guilt surged in his heart.

He accompanied him with his mother, who had been neglecting for a long time, and waited for her to fall asleep before coming back.

At that time, the fifth update had already entered.

Xiao Qiao slept very heavily.

He did not disturb her, and planned to take advantage of the dawn to take advantage of the day and leave as planned tomorrow.

He is bound to win the next battle in Langya.

Liu Yan made a move to Yanzhou, but he chose to attack Langya at this time, as he said to his grandmother before, not just for revenge.

It is to plan the world.

Such a war that requires the mobilization of hundreds of thousands of people, the degree of complexity and meticulous preparations before the war is imaginable.

Although Gongsun Yang Weiquan and others would take care of everything, he still wanted to go over and supervise the army earlier.

A necessary hit.

Then, he was awakened by the dreams she made in her sleep.

Never seen her so uneasy in her sleep.

At first he couldn't even wake her up.

...

"Don't be afraid of Manman! I'm there!"

Wei Shao hugged her trembling body tightly again, lowered his head, and repeatedly kissed her forehead, which was covered in cold sweat, and kept whispering to comfort her.

Xiao Qiao curled up in his arms, buried her face in his chest, and her whole body was so depressed that she was breathing, her shoulders shrugged.

A slight ringing sound came over.

Fifty on the small bed was awakened by Xiao Qiao's crying. He kicked his legs a few times, tried hard to turn over, but rolled back halfway, and whined twice, but he still couldn't see his mother by the side, and started crying aggrievedly.

Xiao Qiao opened her eyes, wiped her sleeves, and the person was still sobbing, and she wanted to break free from his arms and get out of bed.

Wei Shao refused to let go. He hugged her and gently put her on the pillow. He wiped the tears on her lower body again and said, "Lying down."

He covered her with a quilt, got out of bed, picked up Fephe and coaxed her a few times.

Philip kicked his feet with his legs closed and wanted to cry for his mother.

"Give it to me-"

Xiao Qiao sat up.

Wei Shao signaled her not to get up, and went over to open the door and shouted.

Chunniang and her wet nurse came over soon.

"You carry Philip out and coax her to sleep," he said.

Chunniang looked at Xiao Qiao on the bed, and without asking any more questions, she hurriedly picked up Philip who was still crying.

The wet nurse took a small cloak to wrap her around, and the two of them stepped back and forth.

My daughter's cry seemed to be still in my ears.

Xiao Qiao sat up again and hurriedly flirted with the quilt.

"I'll do it, Philip recognizes me..." Her voice was still hoarse, with a strong sense of crying.

Wei Shao closed the door, turned around and walked towards her quickly, pressed her back, and said, "It's okay if Philip has Chunniang and her wet nurse to take care of him."

There was an unquestionable smell in his tone. After saying that, he took a soft cloth towel for philtrum to wipe the sweat breasts of the pheasant, sat by the bed, wiped the sweat from her neck and chest, and after wiping the sweat, he leaned over and hugged her in his arms again.

"What did you dream about just now? I was so scared?"

He gently stroked her red and swollen eyelids with pity on his fingertips.

Xiao Qiao shook her head: "It's nothing... it's okay..."

A pair of beautiful eyes gradually showed a thin layer of tears.

"Tell me. I'll be afraid--"

Xiao Qiao kept shaking her head.

Wei Shao stared at her: "Did you dream of the nightmare you told me the last time?"

Xiao Qiao looked up at his face in a daze, and his emotions seemed to suddenly collapse at this moment, and he could no longer bear it.

A pair of small hands tightly grasped his clothes, sobbing, and his voice intermittently: "There is a man in a dragon robe who is holding a bloody sword to kill me... I'm very scared, I'm afraid that he will stab the sword into my heart, but he pushes me step by step..."

The man in the dream was no longer Liu Yan's face, but became blurry and blank.

She couldn't see clearly, but she could clearly feel the murderous intent on the other party's distorted face.

Such a clearly familiar but seemingly different dream is even more terrifying.

She shivered.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. It's just a nightmare. I will never let you be hurt by someone--"

Wei Shao caressed her and comforted her.

"...I also dreamed of Zhang Pu... The blood spurted out of his neck drowned me, and I couldn't breathe..."

Xiao Qiao closed her eyes and tears rolled down again.

Wei Shao was stunned, and a deep regret appeared in his eyes.

Holding her tightly, she repeatedly said in her ears: "My bad thing, I shouldn't have done such a thing that day... I scared you... I promise, I will never be so fierce again... Manman, don't be afraid..."

Wei Shao kept comforting.

The more he comforted her, the more she cried.

Wei Shao gradually stopped saying anything, but just hugged her without relaxing for a moment, coaxing Philip to pat her back.

Xiao Qiao gradually became tired of crying and finally fell asleep in a drowsy way.

This sleep was very heavy, and when she woke up, she was confused for a moment.

Then, what happened last night came to my mind.

The man from the east room called Wei Shao away... He retrieved Zhu's family from the clan's sanctuary and accompanied Zhu's family for a long time... He slept and had the nightmare that had not happened again for a long time...

His eyelashes trembled slightly.

She suddenly opened her swollen eyelids and found that it was already dawn.

Wei Shao didn't leave, but was still lying on the bed, hugging her and sleeping.

She only moved a little and he opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear, but the blue stubble on his cheeks showed no sign of sleeping last night.
To be continued...