The Great Dream God

Meng Jin slowly inhaled the cool air, as if to inhale all the doubts and confusion around him, and then stared at the Princess Ziyang in front of him. Her eyes were firm and deep, like a piece of hard ice crystal, which could not be easily shaken by anyone. Facing her solemn and serious expression, Meng Jin's tone was colder than ever: "I have my own ideas in my heart, and I don't need your worries and interference, Princess Ziyang!"

Princess Ziyang's eyebrows knitted slightly, like two crescent moons, leaving a hint of melancholy on her noble face. She glanced at Meng Jin coldly, with disappointment and pity in her eyes. She shook her head slightly, looking away from Meng Jin, and her voice was filled with a hint of helplessness and the heaviness of foreseeing the future: "Perhaps one day, you will regret your decision today."

Meng Jin did not back down. He straightened his chest and held his head high, as if he wanted to declare his determination to the world in this way: "At least at this moment, I have no regrets!" His voice echoed in the air like an unshakable oath, revealing his resolute and unyielding inner world.

Princess Ziyang gave a resounding warning: "You will regret it! I promise that at some point in the future, you will take the initiative to kneel in front of me and ask for my forgiveness." Her voice was like an ice-cold spring, cold and resolute, and every word was deeply engraved in the hearts of everyone present. After saying this, she did not stay any longer, turned around and left, her purple skirt gently sliding across the marble floor of the ancient Senate, leaving behind an elegant and resolute back. Her steps were firm and confident, as if she had foreseen the upcoming turning point, when the other party regretted his decision and came to seek her forgiveness. The entire Senate fell into a deep silence after she left, and only her words echoed in the air, foreshadowing an impending storm.

Meng Jin stood still, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, staring at the figure that was walking away until it completely disappeared from his sight. He slowly retracted his gaze, as if the man's arrogance and disdain were also retracted. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he spoke slowly with deep irony: "A person who is so arrogant that he thinks he is superior to others and ignores the existence of others can actually say such words with confidence. It's really eye-opening." His tone was full of disdain, and every word seemed to be knocking at the man's arrogance, making people reflect on what true humility and respect are.

As soon as Meng Jin finished speaking, he turned away resolutely, as if a breeze had blown by, leaving only a faint echo in the empty hall. His steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to be bidding farewell to the past and moving towards a new identity and responsibility. He walked side by side with Edward and Lisa. The backs of the three of them looked solemn and lonely under the setting sun. They left the Senate together, a place that was once familiar to him, a place full of his countless memories and dreams.

At this moment, Meng Jin is no longer the unknown young man. He has been canonized as an earl, a noble with his own territory and people. The status of earl means that he has his own family and brothers who need his care and guidance. He is no longer a passer-by in the prosperous world of the capital. His belonging is far away, there is his fiefdom - Huaiyang.

Huaiyang, located on the bank of the mighty Huai River, is a vast plain between heaven and earth. The fertile land stretches for thousands of miles, with rich and fertile soil. There are no mountains or hills to block the land, and no steep hills or valleys. Only rice and wheat are swaying and green. It is a blessed land bestowed by God. There are no mountains here, but the land is thick and tolerant, like the virtue of a gentleman, and the deep and quiet waters, which contain endless vitality and strength.

The award of such a precious land shows that Mengjin's achievements are extraordinary. His achievements are like the Huai River flowing eastward, nourishing the people, silent and far-reaching; his prestige is like the vast plains, benefiting all directions, boundless. The court's award of this land is not only an affirmation of his military exploits, but also a high praise for his talent in governing the country.

Meng Jin led his two retainers, the wise Edward and the elegant Lisa, to the fiefdom that belonged to him. This land, full of historical sedimentation and carrying countless stories, was the glorious land passed down from generation to generation by the Huaiyang Marquis family. They arrived at a solemn and ancient palace, which stood quietly in the center of the fiefdom, like a silent watcher, witnessing the passage of time.

This palace was exclusively owned by the successive Huaiyang Marquises. Every brick and tile is engraved with traces of time. Its architectural style is elegant and unique, combining simplicity and refinement, showing the noble taste of the Earl's family. The towering spires point directly to the blue sky, and the stone walls are solid and heavy, as if they can withstand any wind and rain. Inside the palace, the carved beams and painted buildings are magnificent, and every corridor and every hall are filled with a strong historical atmosphere, telling of the glory and honor of the past.

Xu Xiaofeng stood quietly beside Meng Jin, gazing at the Huaiyang Palace standing on the river of time, with a dreamlike feeling in her heart. In her eyes, the magnificent palace and the clouds in the sky complemented each other, like a colorful painting, dazzling. Thoughts were like silk, entangled in her delicate heart. She had never thought that the brushstrokes of life would so cleverly depict such a scene - she would become the noble existence of a countess.

"All this is like a dream, as if it were a lifetime ago." She whispered to herself, with a hint of incredible surprise in her words. Those days and nights, those ordinary dreams, were given a new interpretation by this grand palace at this moment. Every brick, every beam, seemed to be telling her new identity and unknown future. She was deeply trapped in this sudden honor and responsibility, thinking about how to go in the future, how to maintain herself and shine her own brilliance under the halo of the countess.

The sunlight, like a golden veil, gently fell on Meng Jin's shoulders. He gently embraced Xu Xiaofeng in his arms, and their figures intertwined into a peaceful picture in the warm light. His eyes were affectionate and firm, as if the whole world was concentrated on the moment they embraced each other. "Here, it's not just you and me," Meng Jin whispered, his voice like the warm spring breeze, brushing Xu Xiaofeng's cheek, "This is a world for the three of us, a warm corner belonging to our small family." Before he finished speaking, his hand gently slid across Xu Xiaofeng's slightly bulging belly, where their new life was nurtured, a crystallization of love, and a hope for the future. Their smiles bloomed in the sun, like blooming flowers, foreshadowing the upcoming happy times. At this moment, love and expectation filled the air, warm as poetry and beautiful as a painting.