Qingyun's Love: Tiger Boy Falls in Love with a Pretty Lawyer

As night fell, the two returned home. Qingsheng no longer hesitated to ask if he could stay overnight, acting like a half-man of the house.

Ran Mo didn't say anything. Anyway, everything was peaceful last night, and luckily he helped her get rid of the nightmare, so she might as well keep it.

Before they rested, Qingsheng looked her in the eyes and told her to call him if she felt unwell during the night, and he wished her a sweet dream. He then playfully tapped Ranmo's forehead with his own.

Ran Mo thought, I'll take your kind words, it doesn't matter whether the dream is good or not, just have a good sleep. This night, he fell asleep early.

This dream was also full of twists and turns. Ranmo dreamed she was playing in a stream, enjoying the beautiful scenery. Suddenly, someone in the opposite jungle waved at her. Ranmo wanted to leave, but her eyesight sharpened, and she saw that the person was holding up her own jade pendant.

Anxious, she attempted to wade across the stream to ask the man for something. Unexpectedly, the moment her feet touched the water, the two-foot-wide stream suddenly transformed into a river several meters wide. She lost her footing and fell into the water, screaming for help. Disoriented, she saw the man sprinting toward her...

Ran Mo screamed and sat up from his dream, and his head almost hit the forehead of Qingsheng who came running over after hearing the noise.

Ran Mo was still in shock, gasping for breath. He looked at Qing Sheng beside the bed. He had arrived just in time, as if he had been waiting in the next room.

Qingsheng sighed slightly as he looked at her, then lovingly helped her sit down on his shoulder. After Ranmo's breathing stabilized, he asked her what she had dreamed about that had frightened her.

Ranmo thought this dream was much better than her previous ones. At least she had only gotten wet. She was too embarrassed to tell him about it, and she was afraid to disturb Qingsheng's rest, so she told him it was fine and to go back to his room to sleep.

Qingsheng sat still. Ranmo urged him again, and he actually slid onto the bed, lifting his feet up, as if he wanted to sleep there with her.

Ran Mo paled slightly and tried to push him off the bed, but he didn't budge. Ran Mo asked him what he wanted to do. Instead, he pushed Ran Mo inward, then propped his cheek with his elbow and said, "I'm afraid you'll have another nightmare, so I'll stay here with you for the rest of the night."

Ran Mo said no. He said confidently: "What's wrong with two brothers sleeping on the same bed? Don't you consider me a brother? What on earth are you thinking?"

Ranmo heard this and yelled, "He's even trying to turn the tables. He can't be persuaded, and he can't be driven away. What can he do?" He was already feeling sleepy. He simply ignored it. He just warned him to sleep well at night and not stretch his arms and legs.

Qingsheng beamed upon hearing this and quickly agreed. They both lay down. Ranmo turned his face inwards, not daring to fall asleep rashly, but staying alert.

Qingsheng was quite quiet, not moving a muscle. After a while, he asked Ranmo softly, "Are you asleep?" Ranmo ignored him and pretended to be asleep.

After a moment, she felt him gently place his hand on her shoulder. With a start, she pretended to stretch herself in her sleep and shook his arm off.

The man fell silent and didn't move. Ran Mo was really sleepy and fell into the land of tenderness.

The next day, when the birdsong began, Ran Mo suddenly woke up. He leaned back, as if leaning against a wall of flesh, or touching a wooden peg in the wall.

Ran Mo felt a pang of arrogance. He was afraid of waking the man, which would have been embarrassing. So he gently put his arm back down. Then he slowly stood up, hunched over the man, and got out of bed.

Looking back, the older boy was soundly asleep. Although he was facing inward, she could still catch a glimpse of his youthful features and handsome features. As a former modern woman, Ranmo naturally understood the peculiar reactions of young men upon waking. Therefore, she didn't blame him for being abrupt.

As usual, after getting up and washing up, the two of them sat at the table to eat breakfast. Qingsheng seemed a little reserved today for some reason.

Ranmo didn't want to expose his little "tricks." He just said that the weather was fine today and they could go to the town's library together. He had only heard of it but had never been there, so he wanted to see if he could find some good books.

Qingsheng nodded in agreement. For him, it didn't matter where he went, or whether he read or not; as long as he was with Ranmo, that was all.

Ran Mo was thinking that he should take him to that place of sages and books to cultivate his sentiments and calm his temper, so that he wouldn't accidentally have wild thoughts.

This is the only library in town. Entering from the front courtyard, you will find an elegant and grand venue with small rooms on both sides.

Although Qingsheng didn't enjoy reading, he held such refined places in high esteem. He straightened his hat and stood tall, his demeanor dignified. Ranmo wanted to gain a deeper understanding of Dayue's culture and customs through the library.

After a brief inquiry with the librarian, we entered the reading room. Rows of bookshelves lined the hall, most of the books in thread-bound volumes. The cover art was traditional Chinese. The Dayue Kingdom's writing system followed the Chinese model.

After a quick glance, he found that most of the books were teachings of sages, with some practical books on farming, animal husbandry, and medicine. Ranmo was particularly curious to see if there was a dedicated shelf for literature.

Qingsheng had good eyesight and pointed to a book on a nearby bookshelf and said, "I remember that book. Something about red and white."

Ran Mo's heart skipped a beat and he walked over. Sure enough, the title was clearly written: "Red and White," with the signature below: Hu Ling. He hadn't expected Sister Hu's book to already be on display at the library.

He opened the book and read it. A scent of ink washed over him. The book was written in elegant, regular script, a delight to read. After browsing, he realized the story was largely similar to the book he'd read before, The Red and White Rose. Hu Ling was undoubtedly the incarnation of a certain talented and elegant woman.

Qingsheng didn't want to read it carefully, but he still praised: "I didn't realize Hu Ling was quite talented." Ran Mo thought to himself, that's right, how many infatuated men and women were fascinated by her back then.

Her attention was drawn to a thickly bound book nearby. She picked it up and saw the title: "Golden Jade Dream." Curious, she opened it and took a look. Ranmo had practiced whole-brain speed reading, capable of reading several lines at a glance.

This novel tells a story very similar to "Dream of the Red Chamber." The only difference is the names. The writing style and style are all superb. Ranmo was delighted. It seemed the Great Yue Kingdom had a solid cultural foundation. She had worried that this Western Wasteland nation might be a cultural desert, but now it seemed that worry was unnecessary.

A strange thought struck her. The Great Moon Kingdom and her past life held many similarities. She wondered if the two eras developed sequentially, or if they existed simultaneously, like mirror images or parallel worlds? Did that mean she could travel between the two under special circumstances?

She couldn't help but laugh. Better not to dwell on it, it's almost science fiction.

Qingsheng watched the changes in her expression with curiosity. However, he didn't dare to make any noise in the study. He just stayed beside her silently, occasionally turning the pages.

The two of them lingered in the study for a long time. They had truly learned a lot. Even Qingsheng couldn't help but say with conviction that he needed to read more good books in the future, otherwise he would be left far behind by the elegant people.

By the time they left the library, the sun was already setting. They chatted about their reading experiences along the way. Their only regret was that the library only offered reading, not lending. If they wanted to read again, they'd have to come in person.

However, having a library like this was already a great thing. The small town where Ranmo had lived before didn't even have a simple library. For Ranmo, who loves reading, books provide her with a beautiful world of imagination, the motivation that supports her progress, and a spiritual haven.

On the way, Qingsheng asked her what story the book "Golden Jade Dream" told that she was so fascinated by it. Ranmo told him that it was a tragic love story of a noble young man and young lady, who loved each other deeply but were separated by their families, and the whole family eventually became destitute.

Qingsheng sighed and complained about the young master's cowardice, asking why he didn't just take his beloved and run away. Ranmo looked at him and chuckled, saying, "Thank goodness you're not the hero, otherwise the heroine would be so moved." Cao Xueqin was so angry that he raised his beard and said, "Here, I give you the pen, you write it!"