In the evening, the Zhuangyuan came back from his shift.

I hurriedly straightened my posture and picked up a spoon to sip the porridge. I looked very dignified.

Life forced me to be a hypocrite.

Unexpectedly, the Zhuangyuan dismissed the maids and didn't come in. Instead, he kept silent with me across the screen.

According to the story, the Zhuangyuan's behavior must be fishy.

I kept quiet and waited for him to speak first.

The Zhuangyuan was just like the story. He spilled the beans from a bamboo tube.

It turned out that he was already engaged, and his sweetheart was waiting for him in his hometown. When he was looking for a husband, he told the Minister of Civil Affairs about it. However, the Minister of Civil Affairs said that he was engaged, not married. He wanted to tie him up and bring him into the residence … I understood. It seemed like something the Minister of Civil Affairs would do. But why did he agree to let Sapphire marry him?

I was puzzled, but I continued to listen patiently.

After listening for a long time, he kept repeating the same words. He was engaged, so he couldn't let his fiancée down. He felt guilty and so on.

I guessed that if he kept talking, he would say the same thing when the sun came up. I coughed softly, and he immediately stopped talking as if he was frightened.

My voice was weak as I said, "I understand Master Zhuangyuan's intentions. I also have a matter that I wish to confess to Master Zhuangyuan. I was born weak and sickly, and a few days ago, I fell seriously ill and damaged my foundation. I fear that I do not have much time left …"

I made a deal with him. He would bring his fiancée here first, and I would claim that I was sick. After a while, he would sign a letter to release his fiancée and set me free.

I was relieved. For the first time in my life, I felt that the Heavens cared about me.

Sapphire came in with a bowl of medicine. She bumped into the Zhuangyuan. The Zhuangyuan took a step back and bumped into the screen. I watched the screen shake twice. In the end, it fell down in humiliation and broke into pieces.

I moved my eyes away from the fragile screen and looked at the Zhuangyuan. He was a talented man, but he was a little slow. Sapphire called him a few times before he moved aside.

Uninterested, I looked away. Just as I was about to drink the medicine, I caught a glimpse of Mr. Zhuangyuan, who was still standing at the door. Why hasn't he left yet?

I asked him to leave. "Zhuangyuan, you haven't eaten yet. The kitchen has already prepared your meal."

"Oh, okay, okay," he stammered.

He stammered in response. I felt that there might be something wrong with him. When he left the house, he didn't even cross the threshold. He almost tripped and fell.

I wasn't interested. I was focused on the bowl of bitter medicine in front of me.

I pinched my nose and poured the concoction into my mouth. It was bitter and burning. I felt as if my internal organs were churning. Scrunching my face, I stuffed a candied fruit into my mouth. Qingyu gently patted my back.

After the torment, my forehead was covered in cold sweat. Sapphire wiped my face with a handkerchief and helped me to the bed. I felt much better after that.

The most painful thing in the world was to give birth to Tyrant Xue's wild heart, only to be matched with Sister Lin's sickly body.

Sigh, I want to go out and play …

I fell asleep with a happy and sad mood. My luck was too good today. I could actually meet the person in my dream!

The figure had his back to me. He was lying on his side on the bed. He seemed to be sleeping soundly.

I wanted to get closer to see what kind of material his quilt was made of. It seemed to be glowing. Who would have thought that in the heavy fog, I would accidentally kick something and fall to the side of the bed?

I stared blankly at the quilt in my hand. I thought that there would be that invisible barrier separating me again, but I didn't expect that there wouldn't be one this time.

It wasn't easy, it wasn't easy. You have to know that I had this dream for seven consecutive years. In the dream, other than a person whose face I couldn't see clearly, there was only a white mist. Moreover, there was a barrier in front of that person that prevented me from approaching. Every day, the dream was the same. If it wasn't for the Hidden Spirit Temple's master who had calculated for me that I had great fortune and that gods and ghosts wouldn't approach me, I would have suspected that some kind of spirit was pestering me.

The person seemed to be sleeping soundly. His white skin was exposed under his black hair. I carefully put down the soft cloth in my hand and stared at his loose black hair. I thought for a moment and reached out to gently push him over. Unexpectedly, my hand went through his snow-white pajamas and thin shoulders.

I tried many times, but the result was the same.

Spirit?

Spirit?

The master of the Hidden Spirit Temple also had a time when he couldn't be sure. I had donated so much incense oil in vain. I sat on the floor tiredly. I was very depressed, but strangely, there wasn't any fear in my heart.

After being at a loss for a while, the stubbornness in my heart prevailed. Anyway, this was my dream. No one else saw it!

I gently half knelt by the bed and tiptoed like a thief. I leaned forward to look at the person's face.

In the past, I had read a book that described a man as "a gentleman with a bandit, like a jade." I had also thought about what kind of person could be described as a flawless jade.

That cruel and unscrupulous Minister Of Civil Affairs had a good appearance. Unfortunately, he had a traitor in his heart. His face wasn't straight. I was very tired of seeing him.

I had seen the sons of the old emperor who were called Young Master Ruyu when I was young. They only had two eyes, a nose, and a mouth. Their facial features were neat. How could they be called Young Master Ruyu?

Presumably, their identity added a lot of points …

The Zhuangyuan Gong that I saw today could be considered handsome and confident. However, I always felt that something was missing. He couldn't be called "Young Master Ruyu."

But now that I've seen her face, I finally understood what it meant by "A gentleman with a bandit is as precious as a jade". Although she was sleeping with her eyes closed, her facial features were even more beautiful than the pictures in the storybooks.

Maintaining this posture was very tiring. Anyway, it was my dream. With this thought in mind, I simply took off my shoes and socks, stepped over the quilt, and squatted on the inside of the bed to carefully examine her.

She was really a beauty. Her skin was like jade, but she was too thin. If I looked at this face every day, I was afraid that I would have to eat one more bowl of rice.

I looked at the face of the beauty and recited the poem Qi Ao several times. Suddenly, I felt sleepy. Could it be that I would feel sleepy in my dreams?

I couldn't understand. I simply lifted the quilt and lay down next to the beauty and fell asleep.

Before I fell asleep, I seemed to feel a trace of warmth on the quilt …

The next day, when Sapphire woke me up, I felt that it was the best sleep I had in many years. My tired and weak limbs seemed to have strength.

When Sapphire helped me wash up, she asked me if I had a good dream. The corners of her eyes and the tips of her eyebrows were smiling.

Does it count as resolving the obsession in my heart?

I smiled but didn't say anything. I only asked her to bring me the wooden box from my dowry. The box contained the paper, ink, brush, and inkstone that I usually used to paint.

Today was a sunny day. It was perfect for painting. Sapphire helped me grind the ink. I carefully took out the scroll with the golden thread and slowly unfolded it.

There was already a painting of a person on it. He was elegant and handsome. His clothes fluttered in the wind. He looked like a celestial god from the ninth heaven. However, the place where the face should have been was blank.

When Sapphire saw me take out the painting, she was so shocked that she stopped grinding the ink for a moment.

When I was full of ink, my spirit surged and I began to paint with divine help.

After I finished painting, I felt that his back was too blank. After thinking for a while, I added a lake and a few craggy mountain rocks. I also drew a crescent moon in the painting.

Hmm, although it wasn't exactly the same as the person in the dream, it was sixty percent similar. Presumably, his hair was tied up like the one in the painting.

I was happy, but I didn't know where this happiness came from.

After another half a month, the scholar suddenly told me something. His fiancée had been waiting for him for a long time and hadn't returned. Helplessly, the flowering period was over. Half a year ago, she obeyed her parents and married him.

I looked at his sad appearance for a long time. With hope, I stuttered and asked him, "Then, then, is the letter that we talked about before still effective?"

He was very easy to talk to. It was effective. He just wanted to postpone it for a while.

In my heart, I sympathized with him. Thus, even though I was somewhat unhappy, I thought about it again. Finding another wife wasn't a small matter. It was reasonable for him to want to play it safe. Thus, I agreed to his request.

In the afternoon, I was somewhat restless. It was as if something had happened. I didn't paint the painting of the beauty in the dream. I foolishly looked at the flowers and plants in the garden and passed the time.

At night, I dreamed of the beauty again. He was still lying on the bed, sleeping soundly.

I took off my shoes and socks with familiarity. I stepped over, lifted the quilt, laid down, and closed my eyes. My movements were smooth.

I don't know why, but ever since I saw his face, I dreamed of him sleeping soundly on the bed every night for the past half a month.

Isn't it the same if I think about where to sleep?

Moreover, in my dream, I was the host and he was the guest. The guest should follow the host's wishes!

Autumn passed and spring came. The imperial court was preparing to send officials out. The scholar was sent to Yueyang.

I heard that Yueyang Restaurant was famous throughout the world. Yueyang Restaurant's fish feast was even more salivating. I also heard that Yueyang Restaurant's crabs were also unique … En, Yueyang was a good place.

It was probably because this winter was too cold and I was sick. Every day, there was only the smell of medicine in the room. I only felt that my entire body was permeated with the bitter smell of coptis. Only in my dreams could I feel more comfortable and temporarily avoid the bitter smell.

After confirming that he was sent out, the scholar saw that my body was weak. He even asked me if I should stay in the capital to recuperate. The journey was difficult.

I turned pale with fright. If I missed this opportunity, where would I find another chance to fake my death to escape?

How could the scholar get rid of me, this sickly person, and find his second love?

I earnestly explained the pros and cons to the scholar. After persuading him in every possible way, I finally dispelled his thoughts.

Fortunately, my body was half better before I left. The physician in the residence also nodded and said that I could endure the long journey. However, I had to be careful not to catch a cold.

I obediently nodded in agreement.

The journey was bumpy and bumpy. Even though the scholar deliberately slowed down, my entire body was jolted to the point of falling apart. I persevered the entire way. When we reached Yueyang, I was still sick.