Both worlds are like dreams

"This is the agreement between you and me." Duke Jingguo said with a smile.

Xue Huang nodded, "Grandpa Gu."

Duke Jingguo responded, and something flashed across his eyes, so fast that it was impossible to capture it.

Gu Qinglan took the gift box from Xue Huang and placed it on the table, "Grandfather, please sit down first."

"Yes," said Lord Jingguo, "Hurry up and sit down."

Xuehuang sat down on the stone bench in the pavilion, and found that the table was filled with her favorite snacks and candied fruits, as well as many of her favorite fruits. Even the tea was ready, and it was her favorite jasmine tea.

"Are these what you like to eat?" asked Duke Jingguo.

Xue Huang nodded embarrassedly.

"Eat whatever you like." Duke Jingguo said with a smile. "Don't be so reserved here. Just act like you normally would. Show your demeanor at the imperial concubine's banquet."

"Duke, please don't make fun of me." Xue Huang said with a smile. "That's not my style at all. People are saying that I'm arrogant and domineering and look down on others."

Duke Jingguo stroked his beard and said, "They made things difficult for you first, and when they couldn't defeat you, they resorted to verbal attacks. Most of the noble ladies in Shangyang City use this method, so don't take anything they say to heart. Just be happy."

"Yes," Xue Huang said with a smile, "I usually don't hold grudges, because if I have a grudge, I will take it on the spot!"

Duke Jingguo laughed out loud, "Well said, we should let those people know that we are not easy to mess with."

Gu Qinglan poured them some tea and said with a smile, "Grandfather, why are you acting like a child?"

"It's all your fault?" Duke Jingguo glared at him unhappily. "You're busy all day long, and you don't tell me anything interesting." He was a humorous person. He got into trouble a lot when he was young, and his son was exactly like him. Who knew that his son's grandson was the opposite. He was calm and steady since he was a child, humble and polite, and treated people with the demeanor of a gentleman. Even when he was talking and laughing with others, and others were already laughing, he was still gentle and elegant, and never acted out of character. Therefore, Duke Jingguo had lived a rather frustrating life for so many years.

Xue Huang smiled and said, "Brother Qinglan is a gentleman, modest and elegant. Of course, he is different from me who grew up in the mountains."

"What's wrong with the mountains?" Duke Jingguo raised his eyebrows, "I should have sent him to Guigu to learn swordsmanship, instead of blaming him for not having enough talent."

Gu Qinglan shook his head helplessly and looked at Xue Huang, "Ever since he met you, my grandfather has begun to dislike me."

Duke Jingguo glared at him and said, "Go to the kitchen and see how their dishes are doing."

"Yes." Gu Qinglan stood up, bowed and left.

Xuehuang thought to herself that her brother Qinglan was so miserable!

"Xuehuang, what do you think of the Gu Mansion?" asked Duke Jingguo.

"Very pretty."

"How do you like it?"

Xue Huang nodded, "I feel very familiar with this place, as if I have been here before."

Duke Jingguo looked confused, "Maybe he was here in his previous life."

"That seems to be right." Xue Huang said with a smile.

"If you like it, please come often in the future." Duke Jingguo said with a smile.

"As long as you don't mind."

"Why would I dislike it?" Duke Jingguo stood up and said, "Come on, I'll take you on a tour."

Xue Huang nodded and walked around the garden with Duke Jingguo.

Go out of the pavilion, cross the wooden bridge, and go around the bamboo forest, and you will see another elegant courtyard with orchids planted under the eaves in front of the corridor. "Why is there a swing here?" Xue Huang was full of curiosity, "Did Brother Qinglan also like to play with this when he was a child?"

Duke Jingguo smiled and said, "This is not prepared for him."

Xue Huang became more and more confused. It couldn't be Duke Jingguo himself, right?

Seeing her curious face, Lord Jingguo explained: "I thought I would have a granddaughter, and this was prepared for her. Unfortunately, we don't have this fate."

"What does it mean to have no fate?"

"That was a child picked up by Qinglan's father when he went to war. He was originally going to take her back to Gu's house, but she found a better place to go, so this yard and the swing set are left empty." Duke Jingguo sighed.

Before Xue Huang could speak, she heard the boy's incredulous voice coming from the gem, "This is impossible?!"

Xue Huang thought: What's impossible? What's the stimulus?

Duke Jingguo turned to look at Xuehuang, his eyes seemed a little sad, but also seemed to be filled with a trace of relief, "If that child could grow up in the Gu family, he should be the same age as you."

"Do you know where she went?" Xue Huang asked. She didn't expect that this Duke Jingguo still missed the child after such a long time.

"It should be a place she likes."

Xue Huang smiled and said, "Maybe you will meet again in the future."

Lord Jingguo also laughed, "Yeah, who can tell for sure about fate?"

"Can I go in and have a look?"

"of course can."

Xue Huang walked into the room and looked around. The room faced south and was filled with sunlight all day long. The tables, chairs, beds and cabinets in the room were all carved from the finest sandalwood. The most exquisite was the gorgeous dressing table, on which stood a bronze mirror more than half a person's height and a simple carved jewelry box. There was a light green curtain hanging in the room, and as the breeze blew, the pearl curtain behind it kept shaking, making a few tinkling sounds.

There is a desk near the window, with pens, ink, paper and inkstone, and several poetry collections neatly placed beside it.

There is also a piano table on the side, on which is placed an ancient zither, which looks very valuable. There are also several landscape paintings hanging on the wall. Although there is no signature, you can tell from the painting skills that they must be the work of a famous artist.

The entire room exudes a girlish and gentle feeling, is full of the scent of books, and is noble and elegant.

These things should not have been acquired overnight. It seems that Duke Jingguo really likes the child. Even though they are not grandparents, he still cares about the child.

Xue Huang stood at the door, looking a little dazed, as if she saw a vague figure moving around the room. She sat at the desk to practice calligraphy, then sat at the piano table to play the piano, and then she was tracing red in front of the mirror at the dressing table.

She blinked, thinking it was her illusion, but when she looked at the dressing table, she seemed to see a figure drawing eyebrows there.

Xue Huang looked at the back and suddenly felt a very uncomfortable feeling in her heart. What was going on?

She walked over slowly, her eyes fixed on the mirror. As she got closer, the face in the mirror became clearer.

Xue Huang paused there, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the face in disbelief, it was exactly the same as hers.

Before she could figure out what was going on, she suddenly felt as if her head was about to explode, as if something was desperately trying to drill into her head. She covered her head in pain, trying to block out the feeling, but it was no use at all, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead instantly.

"Xue Huang," Duke Jingguo was shocked to see her suddenly pale and painful, and asked her with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

"It hurts!" Xue Huang felt as if countless images flashed through her mind, so fast that she couldn't catch them at all. She couldn't see anything clearly, and she just felt a splitting headache. The next moment, she fell straight down, and in her daze, she seemed to hear a voice of "Ali".

But the one who picked her up was Gu Qinglan who had just arrived. He called her with a worried look on his face, "Xue Huang?"

Xue Huang looked at his face, her eyes turned dark, and then she knew nothing.