The Great Dream God

The sun is shining on the streets, and Mengjin is like a wild horse that has broken free from its reins, galloping through the bustling city.

In his hands, he held an incredible commodity - the mysterious Shadow Jade.

The jade seemed to carry the essence of the sun and the moon, flickering an alluring glow between light and shadow, like stars in the dark night, fascinating.

Each piece of shadow jade hides an unspeakable story. The shadows they cast in the sun are sometimes swaying and sometimes graceful, like dancing poems, telling ancient secrets.

There was a crowd of people in front of Mengjin's stall. People were attracted by this mysterious shadow jade. They were eager to decipher the mystery contained in it, as if they were pursuing a lost legend.

In this bustling city, Meng Jin and his shadow jade have become a unique landscape that makes people stop and imagine.

Meng Jin, the unruly man who deviated from ethical principles and disregarded all rules of propriety, his behavior was like a hurricane, violent and reckless.

He broke through the barriers of morality and walked alone in the territory that no one dared to set foot in. His every move was filled with untamed savagery.

There was an unruly spark in his eyes, like the brightest yet most dangerous meteor in the night sky, cutting through the silent starry sky and leaving a fiery track that challenged tradition.

His existence is a mockery of old conventions and a roar of free will against constraints. It is wanton but also shocking.

Behind that seemingly fearless indulgence lies a deep contempt for rules and a passionate pursuit of self-authenticity.

The sunlight is like golden gauze, gently falling on the bustling streets of Kyoto, and every brick and tile sparkles with the luster of history.

In this bustling crowd, a man in black is like a unique landscape. His figure shuttles through the interweaving of light and shadow, like a silent poem, leisurely and contented.

The black robe, as deep as the night and free from dust, represents his persistence and perseverance, as if telling an unknown story.

The hustle and bustle of Kyoto contrasts sharply with his tranquility. He walks alone in the crowd, like moonlight wandering in the starry sky, unmoved. That lonely and resolute black has become the most eye-catching color in this ancient city.

The black clothes, as deep as the night, were imprinted on his body like the shadow after a lunar eclipse, gloomy and mysterious.

However, the boundless darkness was unable to conceal his increasingly unbridled gait; every move was like a raging fire burning in the dark night, fierce and eye-catching.

His eyes were like lightning in a storm, flashing with untamed fanaticism, and every blink released an edge that challenged the world.

That arrogance is not ignorant arrogance, but comes from the self-confidence and fearlessness deep in the bone marrow, just like an eagle soaring in the storm, enjoying the unrestrained freedom alone.

His existence is like a wild poem, with words filled with the passion to break free from constraints. Even if wrapped in the cloak of darkness, it cannot erase that fanatical light.

In a corner far away from the hustle and bustle, the towering pavilion stands like a poem, quiet and solemn.

Princess Ziyang, the woman who is loved by everyone, is now sitting on the top floor of the attic. Her figure is like a magnolia under the moonlight, elegant and noble.

A pair of eyes like autumn water, deep and bright, fixed tightly on the distant sky, as if looking for clues to his own story in that endless vastness.

Outside the window, the wind gently blows the gauze curtains, bringing the breath of distant mountains and rivers, which interweaves with the scent of agarwood in the pavilion, creating a dreamy atmosphere.

The princess's eyes showed both the longing of a young girl and the determination of a king. She was waiting, waiting for an answer that could solve the mystery in her heart, waiting for the future that might have already appeared in the distance.

There was a raging rage in Princess Zi Yang's eyes, like a bright star suddenly blooming in the night sky, piercing the tranquility of the palace.

The white jade tea bowl in her hand shattered in an instant in the angry flames, like thin ice meeting the scorching sun. The fragments flew everywhere, like the last fallen leaf in winter, drawing poignant arcs in the air.

Those crystal fragments, scattered on the carefully woven Persian carpet under her feet, contrasted with the deep purple fluff, like a broken magnificent painting, telling of the princess's uncontrollable resentment in her heart.

The entire hall fell into silence at this moment, with only the sound of shattering echoing in the air for a long time, like the ripples in the princess' heart that could not be calmed down.

Xiao Cui, the maid who had accompanied the princess since she was a child and was as gentle as a spring willow, was frightened by this sudden change and her face turned pale, her delicate skin turned a faint blue.

The fear in her bright eyes spread out like ripples on the surface of a lake, disturbing her usual tranquility and dignity.

Her slender fingers unconsciously tightened the corners of her clothes, and the plain white skirt looked even more fragile as she trembled nervously.

The air around her seemed to be frozen, and only her rapid breathing echoed in the silence, like a silent sad song.

This sudden change not only shook her world, but also pushed her always loyal heart into unknown waves.

Xiao Cui lowered her head, her eyes carefully hidden under her black eyelashes, like a startled glimpse. She dared not make any sound, for fear of breaking the solemn atmosphere.

The princess's rebuke was like thunder, echoing in the hall and shaking everyone's eardrums: "This person's actions are completely unruly, just like the people in the market, and his moral bottom line is gone!"

On her pretty face, the beautiful nose trembled slightly with anger, as if a breeze could blow it away. She slammed her clenched fists hard on the table, and sawdust flew everywhere in an instant, like snowflakes in winter, short and decisive.

Afterwards, the princess's eyes gradually dimmed, like a candle that was about to go out, and a helpless sigh echoed in the empty hall, carrying with her deep resentment for the impermanence of the world.

However, if Meng Jin continues to behave in this way, it may bring about fatal disaster and cause the princess to be caught in endless entanglements.

Therefore, Princess Ziyang decided to take action to prevent herself from being swept away by the torrent of fate.

She gave an order for her four military guards: the White Tiger in the north, symbolizing the harshness and tenacity of winter; the Azure Dragon in the south, symbolizing the heat and vitality of summer; the Black Tortoise in the east, representing the new life and hope of spring; and the Vermillion Bird in the west, foreshadowing the abundance and withering of autumn. These four, like the patron saints of the four seasons, will quietly guard Mengjin and carry out her will.

However, Meng Jin abused her protection and committed fraud in the bustling streets of Kyoto, which was like a sharp knife piercing Princess Ziyang's heart.

She knew that if she allowed him to do such a thing, her reputation would be tattered like a rag, and people would avoid her. Once, Meng Jin was the shadow under her wings, but now he has become a pain in her heart that she cannot let go.

Worry was entangled in her heart like a thread, but she couldn't untie it. She could only watch silently as he left mysterious marks on the land of Kyoto in her name.