The Great Dream God

Wei Yanren's words revealed a kind of sophisticated sophistication. His eyes were deep and full of stories, as if there was a deep meaning behind every word. He said: "Princess Ziyang, the noble and skillful woman, mentioned one of her personal maids. This maid is said to be smart, gentle as jade, considerate, as delicate as spring rain and as quiet as autumn wind. The princess intends to give such a woman to you as your partner or confidante."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of temptation in his tone, "Tell me, which man does not desire to have a virtuous concubine, or a caring and considerate wife? This is not only a kind of life companionship, but also an emotional sustenance. Do you have this in your heart?" Every word he said seemed to be knocking on the other person's heart, trying to reveal the wishes and expectations hidden in his heart.

Meng Jin gently pushed open the heavy door. The door hinge creaked in the quiet air, as if telling an ancient story. His eyes passed through the dim light in the room and fell on Princess Ziyang standing at the door. She was wearing a gorgeous purple brocade robe, which set off her noble and arrogant temperament, but at this moment, her jade-carved face was covered with a layer of haze, like dark clouds covering the rising sun.

Princess Ziyang stared at him straight in the eyes, dissatisfaction and disappointment burning deep in them. The eyes that once sparkled with wisdom and agility were now full of frost. Her voice was like hail in winter, cold and hard, "Men are all like this, only interested in money and women!" Every word sounded like being hammered out, resounding, and it was impossible to ignore the deep anger contained in it.

The air seemed to freeze at her words, and the light around them seemed to dim a little, leaving only her stubborn back and the piercing accusation echoing in the air. Meng Jin looked at her with mixed feelings.

Princess Ziyang was like a peony blooming in the morning glow, a woman with wisdom and majesty in her eyes, she spoke in a deep voice to the young man named Meng Jin. Her voice was like the notes jumping on the strings of a zither, powerful yet gentle, and every word struck Meng Jin's heart. "Meng Jin, Meng Jin," she sighed softly, and her slender fingers gently stroked the air, as if depicting a grand picture, "Look, you have such a powerful force in your hands, your talent and ability are enough to make the whole world pay attention to you. What you have now has surpassed the heights that ordinary people can reach. If you can make a little more effort, fully tap this potential, and make more contributions to the human empire, why worry about not being able to become a hegemon, respected by all the people, and become the leader of the princes?"

Meng Jin's reaction was beyond Princess Ziyang's expectations. He seemed to completely ignore her words, his eyes wandering, looking past her body and into the unknown distance. His eyes were full of confusion and curiosity, as if he was looking for the answer to a mystery. He blinked gently, his deep eyes flashing with doubt in the sun, as if silently asking Princess Ziyang: Where is your promise? Where is the girlfriend you said you would introduce me to? His behavior was not only polite, but also revealed an inadvertent humor that made people smile. At this moment, the atmosphere in the air became subtle and interesting, and Princess Ziyang's words seemed to be given new meaning under Meng Jin's unique response.

Princess Ziyang seemed unfamiliar and confused about the modern and intimate word "girlfriend". There was a gleam of doubt in his eyes, as if this title had never existed in the ancient Ziyang County. However, he understood the emotion behind Meng Jin's words, which was a deep care and expectation for his friend. So, he called slowly in his magnetic voice, with understanding and tolerance in his words: "Xiaofeng, you don't have to stand there, come down, come down! Let us share this moment together, just like the countless times in the past, we walked side by side."

Meng Jin's eyes inadvertently swept across a neighboring carriage, and inside the carriage, a cyan figure suddenly caught his eye. The woman was wearing an elegant cyan long dress, as if she were the tender leaves of early spring, fresh yet dignified. On the lapels, the delicate white pear blossom embroidery leaped onto the fabric, like a newly blossoming pear blossom, budding and about to bloom, elegant and refined. Each petal was lifelike, as if you could smell a faint floral fragrance, and each flower was quietly telling the story of spring. The woman sat upright in the carriage, and the cyan and white colors complemented each other, making her temperament even more extraordinary, poetic and picturesque, and unforgettable at first sight. Her existence, like the branches of pear blossoms in full bloom, was quiet and beautiful, adding a bit of tranquility and poetry to this busy journey.

Meng Jin's eyes fell on the woman, as if he had fallen into an exquisite painting, unable to extricate himself. The woman was as beautiful as the peach blossoms that first bloomed in spring, with a hint of shyness, yet still elegant. Her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, her curved eyebrows were like a crescent moon, and her deep eyes were shining with star-like light, which made people intoxicated at a glance. Her skin was white as jade, delicate and warm, as if it could reflect the brightness of the moonlight. Her lips were red and her teeth were white. When she smiled, it was as if the whole world was lit up. The charm of innocence and charm was overwhelming.

Her figure is light and her steps are graceful, and every movement reveals natural rhythm and elegance. Her sleeves flutter, like a fairy descending from the earth, and her plain dress highlights her otherworldly temperament. Her existence is like an unfinished poem, every line is full of temptation, making people want to explore it, but afraid of destroying the mysterious beauty.

Meng Jin's mind was drawn to her, and the amazement and admiration in his eyes were revealed silently. His eyes, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, were tightly attached to her and could not be moved away at all.

Meng Jin is not a man who easily surrenders to others, especially the tenderness of women. He has a steely will deep in his heart. His self-persistence and principles make him stand firm in the waves of life. However, nothing is absolute in the world. When a woman appears in his sight, everything changes quietly.

This woman is as beautiful as the first cherry blossom in spring. Her smile is like the moonlight shining on the quiet lake, bright but not dazzling; her eyes are as deep as the night sky, dotted with stars, intoxicating. In Meng Jin's heart, there is a fire burning quietly, which is the appreciation of beauty and the irresistible love for beautiful things.

He had never imagined spending the rest of his life with this woman, building a warm family, nor had those romantic ideas come to his mind. He simply found that the beauty of this woman was just what he liked, like fine wine going down his throat, sweet and full of aftertaste.