The Little Childhood Friend in a Female-Dominated World (ChatGPT Translated)

10. Dream

Dream

In a daze, Lu Feng seemed to have arrived at the Lu Mansion.

The mansion she had lived in for eleven years, every flower and tree was extremely familiar to her, but at this moment, it felt somewhat unfamiliar.

Inside and outside the Lu Mansion, white silk was hung everywhere, and the servants entering and leaving the mansion were all dressed in mourning clothes.

Lu Feng was greatly shocked, with a sense of impending doom in her heart. She hurriedly ran towards the mansion. Who had passed away?

Countless servants were on the way, but no one stopped Lu Feng as she rushed through the mansion as if they hadn't seen her.

Lu Feng was puzzled in her heart. Before she could think further, she saw a person walking towards her. Before she could make way, she saw that person passing through her body. . .

Myself. . . Am I dreaming?

Lu Feng suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and involuntarily walked towards the Ting Feng Courtyard. It seemed that the key to this dream was in her own courtyard, and it seemed that someone was waiting for her there.

Along the way, every servant she recognized had tears streaming down their faces, murmuring about the young mistress.

Lu Feng's footsteps paused, and an unfamiliar scene suddenly flashed through her mind without any warning.

"Report to the general, there is a spy in the camp. Our surprise attack plan has been discovered, and we are now surrounded."

"General, the signal flare has been tampered with and cannot be sent!"

"General, even if we have to risk our lives, we will escort you out!"

Arrows with fire came from all directions, illuminating the dark night sky without a moon.

Their group of nearly a hundred people were like living targets. In this overwhelming rain of arrows, there was nowhere to escape.

"Master!"

A familiar voice came from behind, and Lu Feng merged with the person called the general in her dream. When she turned around, she saw Mu Tou standing in front of her, grinning and saying, "Master, Mu Tou. . . will go ahead."

The Mu Tou in front of her, with a mature face covered in bloodstains from fierce battles, some were her own, and some were from enemies.

"Mu Tou!" Lu Feng reached out to support Mu Tou, whose body was swaying, propping him up with her sword. Her eyes became hot, and her heart felt sore.

This person was picked up from the roadside when she was three years old. She coaxed her back home with a half-eaten pancake and became her follower from then on.

Wood grew up with her, taking the blame for countless things, being scolded by her father countless times, but still without complaints or regrets. Even in such a desperate situation, he was willing to use his own body to shield her from arrows. . .

Setting down the wooden figure with closed eyes, Lu Feng looked up at the overwhelming fire raining down from the sky, feeling a clear sense of unwillingness and resentment in her heart. Unwilling to die before achieving success, resentful that there are traitors in the court!

All the guards around her fell to the ground.

The sound of enemy horns echoed all around, in that moment, whether it was the courage that came from somewhere unknown or the determination of the original owner of this body, Lu Feng drew the long sword from her waist, forcefully planted her feet on the ground, supported the sword handle with her hand, straightened her back, and closed her eyes slowly, facing the sky full of flames.