"Master, we are here."

The guard's voice rang in Zhao Nan's ears. The confused Zhao Nan suddenly started up. The cold wind blew by. He looked around and became confused. Now he was sitting in a corner of a roadside tea shop.

, the guard brought him tea.

Zhao Nan drank tea in a daze, unable to tell for a moment what was going on. He was very sure that he was clearly in a scholar's carriage before, so how could he be drinking tea in a city in the blink of an eye?

He lowered his head and looked at his clothes, cloth clothes, and straw sandals. They were not much different from when he escaped from the forest. He touched the paper fan in his arms. The paper fan was still quietly in his arms.

"Tell me, how did I get here?" Zhao Nan asked his guard. He looked at the guard carefully, but was unable to get any information from the guard's expression.

"Replying to the master, we walked all the way to Zhangcheng." The guard was very puzzled as to why Zhao Nan suddenly asked this. He answered frankly, and seeing the ghostly expression on his master's face, the guard was even more puzzled.

"Let's go and have a look in the village." Zhao Nan got up and walked out of the tea stall. Not long after he walked out, he met a woman. The woman was accompanied by a maid. Her face was covered with gauze, although her face could not be seen clearly.

, but those beautiful eyes seem to captivate people, making them unforgettable after just one glance.

Zhao Nan was so stunning that he was just about to leave. Unexpectedly, the woman's veil was blown away by the wind, and a stunning face came into view. At that moment, the surrounding air seemed to have stagnated. Anyone with long eyes could see this woman.

I can't help but take another look at his appearance.

Zhao Nan grabbed the veil with quick eyes and hands. He walked up to the woman, and the woman took the veil. The woman's slender hand scraped across Zhao Nan's palm, leaving Zhao Nan with a slight itch, both in his palm and in his heart.

.

"Thank you very much, sir, sir?" The woman's voice was as sweet as an oriole. Seeing Zhao Nan's dazed look, she couldn't help but smile and said, "Master? Could it be that his soul has flown away."

Such words were somewhat inappropriate for a woman to say, but Zhao Nan didn't care. What he was thinking at the moment was that he might have fallen in love at first sight with a passing woman.

What happened next was that Zhao Nan invited the woman to sit in his village, but the woman refused. Within a month, he met the woman three times on the street. The first time the woman relied on force to help an old lady solve the entanglement of the gangsters.

The second time the woman was reciting poems at a street poetry meeting, and the third time the woman was selling a glass tea cup called "Glass".

Through three encounters, Zhao Nan also learned the woman's name, and his affection for her grew. After the third encounter, he offered to help the woman sell glass products and invited her to a restaurant.

….

"Ah!" The carriage jolted, knocking Zhao Nan off the seat. At the same time, Zhao Nan, who was still dreaming, woke up from pain. He looked at the layout inside the carriage in a daze.

His eyes shifted to the scholar next to him who was concentrating with his eyes closed.

"It turned out to be a dream! That's right, there is no such woman in the world." Zhao Nan frowned as he thought about everything in the dream, feeling extremely regretful. It would be great if there really was such a woman in the world.

"What's wrong, young master?" Mo Chuchen asked, the corner of his mouth slightly raised. As the initiator of the dream, Mo Chuchen knew very well what Zhao Nan was regretting, but he still asked deliberately.

"Nothing, nothing."

Zhao Nan replied awkwardly that he could not tell the scholar that he dreamed of a stunning beauty. It was difficult for him to talk about such a topic with others.

After lunch, out of the desire to continue meeting beauties, Zhao Nan began to fall asleep again, and he quickly fell into the dream weaved by Mo Chuchen.

In Zhao Nan's dream, he did many things for Feng Qingling, dismissed his wives and concubines, gave up the throne, and insisted on marrying only one person despite the dissuasion of his mother and concubine.

During this period, he also offended many people, but fortunately, his identity as a prince gave him enough security and convenience to prevent him from being killed accidentally.

At the same time, Zhao Nan accidentally discovered that there were many men around Feng Qingling. These people were either wealthy businessmen, martial arts leaders, or miracle doctors, and all of them were poisoned by Feng Qingling.

It looks deep.

Zhao Nan tried to keep Feng Qingling away from these people, but Feng Qingling asked confidently: "Since men in the world can have three wives and four concubines, why can't she Feng Qingling?"

Facing this scene, Zhao Nan felt painful and sad, and wanted to let go and leave. But when he thought of leaving like that after having paid so much, he felt extremely unhappy.

Obviously, unlike the previous dream of harmony and beauty, the second dream was completely tormenting Zhao Nan.

In this dream, Zhao Nan has no choice. He is more like an audience, watching a fool who looks very similar to himself being fooled and teased, abandoning all glory and wealth, and working with others to gain wind and lightness.

The love of the spirit is jealous.

This nightmare lasted for a long time, and it was not until midnight that Zhao Nan woke up from the dream. His eyes were full of exhaustion, and he seemed to be severely tortured by this nightmare.

"Feng Qingling!" Zhao Nan, who had just left the dreamland and was still immersed in the plot, roared through gritted teeth, wanting to tear the person apart.

"How does the young master know her name?" Mo Chuchen asked in surprise.

"..." For a moment, he forgot that there were people in the carriage! Zhao Nan's emotions quickly calmed down. He originally thought that he was being tricked by the person in the dream. After listening to the scholar's question, Zhao Nan suppressed his suspicion.

Qing Ling asked angrily: "Do you know who Feng Qing Ling is?"

"She! She is my divorced wife..." Mo Chuchen looked like he was recalling the past, and told Zhao Nan about his relationship with Feng Qingling.

"...That's it." Zhao Nan originally thought that the scholar was going to tell him where this talented woman or beauty Feng Qingling was. He also thought about going to see her later, but he didn't expect to get such news.

"Then the child in the carriage is your only legitimate son..."

Zhao Nan asked, the Feng Qingling in his dream never gave birth to a child, but in reality the Feng Qingling had a child early. It seemed that he was just dreaming.

"Xia Ling, dog, if nothing unexpected happens, I want to buy a house in the capital to live temporarily." Mo Chuchen replied with a smile.

Zhao Nan was too naive after all. He had prepared a lot for Feng Qingling's nightmare.
Chapter completed!