Finally, she woke up from her dream again and dreamed that she was lying on a couch made of green bamboo, with a white gauze bed curtain hanging above her head.

She looked around and saw that the room was very tidy. Apart from a table and two chairs, there was only a Jiuding incense burner placed in the corner.

Incense is burning in the stove, and there is a very strange smell in the air. It is not like the faint fragrance of flowers, nor the refreshing fragrance of medicinal herbs, but a strange fragrance with temptation.

Murong Qianqian sat up slightly and wondered in her heart, was she really awake or was she still in a dream?

"Creak", the door of the room was pushed open.

She turned around in response, and the dazzling sunlight coming from the door stung her eyes severely. She subconsciously closed her eyes slightly and vaguely saw a graceful figure walking over.

"Are you awake?" The voice was surprised, but it was as beautiful as singing.

After her eyes adjusted to the dazzling light, Murong Qianqian saw clearly that it was a woman who walked in, and she was as elegant and elegant as a fairy.

From the appearance point of view, it is not considered to be a glamour, and the facial features can be described as delicate, but the long white dress, although it wraps the body tightly, is more beautiful than any long gauze dress that exposes the sexy collarbone.

Light and elegant.

She has a delicate face with skin as white as snow, and a pair of eyes so clear that she seems to be able to see through everything, and there is a fairy aura surrounding her.

Looking at the fairy blankly, Murong Qianqian had no doubt at all. She was dreaming again. It would take her a long time to wake up.

So, ignoring the fairy's questions, she fell on the bed again, closed her eyes, and prepared to enter another dream again.

However, when she opened her eyes, it was still the same room with the fairy in fluttering clothes. Then she closed her eyes and opened her eyes again, and it was still the same room with the same fairy.

Just like that, she opened and closed her eyes, closed her eyes and opened her eyes, over and over again dozens of times, but the dream remained unchanged.

The fairy stared at her cramping behavior with a look of astonishment. After a while, she came back to her senses and brought a bowl of medicine. She sat down next to her and said, "Since Miss Murong is awake, I'll trouble you to take the medicine yourself." Then she said

The medicine was handed to her.

"No matter what I dream about, I always take medicine. It tastes terrible. I don't want it." Murong Qianqian turned over and ignored her.

"Miss Murong, you are weak and not adapted to the environment of Yunyao Mountain. If you don't take medicine, you may damage your body and leave the root of the disease in the future." The fairy explained gently beside you.

Murong Qianqian turned around with interest, blinked at the fairy and said, "Although it's a dream, it's good to have someone to talk to me.

At least it's better than those previous dreams, which either made me stumble around looking for a way out, or made me dream about sad people and things."

She paused for a moment, not hearing what the other party said, and asked curiously: "By the way, where did you just say this is?"

The fairy scooped a spoonful of medicine and put it in front of her mouth, and replied: "Yunyao Mountain."

"Yunyao Mountain?" She opened her mouth wide in surprise, and the spoonful of medicine poured into her mouth. She swallowed it with a slurp, and said to herself: "I didn't expect to dream about this place."

She remembered that man once said that Yunyao Mountain was the place where he lived happiest, where there was no king, no country, only a boy who belonged to him.

At that time, she often asked him what Yunyao Mountain looked like, whether it was a steep stone mountain with no grass growing on it, or a fairy mountain lined with green trees.

He always describes the scenery of Yunyao Mountain with great interest. His language is very beautiful, so the Yunyao Mountain he depicts is also very beautiful, as beautiful as a fairyland on earth.

Murong Qianqian thought that perhaps because she longed for this place so much, even when she was dreaming, she would subconsciously imagine this scene and live in an illusion.

But in reality, maybe she is lying in a pig pen at this moment, rolling in smelly pig shit, lying on her back, drooling and sleeping like a mess.

But after thinking about it, Xiao Leng shouldn't be so cruel, so he felt relieved and asked again: "What's your name?"

The fairy slowly fed her the medicine and replied calmly: "Penglai~"

"What a good name, it matches the girl's fairy temperament very well." Murong Qianqian said so excitedly that she choked on the medicine in her throat, covered her mouth and coughed twice.

Penglai stretched out his slender hand and smoothed her throat. Strangely enough, Murong Qianqian felt her throat smooth and cool, as if she had eaten mint candy.

Putting down the medicine bowl, Penglai turned around and walked to the Jiuding stove, frowning, wondering why Murong Qianqian could wake up on her own even after smelling the dream-taking incense.

Before the second brother left, he specifically asked the pharmacy to get this spice, fearing that she would hurt her body if she woke up and secretly felt sad, but she didn't look like a sad person.

But from this action, it seems that the second senior brother must care about this girl very much. Although he said that she is the queen of his senior brother Xuanyuan Yao, the way he looked at her revealed his inner emotions.

Thinking of this, Penglai felt a little irritated, and there was an indescribable emotion in her heart that was unbridled, and she immediately suppressed it.

Murong Qianqian sat up straight and rested her head on her arms, "Miss Penglai, what kind of incense is in the stove? It smells really strange."

Penglai: "..."

Murong Qianqian looked around and continued: "Is Yunyao Mountain originally like this? Or is my dream too careless? Do I need to think of a few more things?"

Penglai: "..."

Murong Qianqian curled her lips and couldn't help but ask: "Um, Miss Penglai, why don't you like to talk? You seem to talk very little."

After hearing this, Penglai walked over slowly and looked at her with his head lowered, "Miss Murong, it's not that Penglai talks too little, it's that you talk too much."

"..." Murong Qianqian pursed her lips.

In fact, she was just afraid of being alone, so she wanted to talk desperately to make herself feel that she was still alive and still existing in this world, both before and even more now.

She didn't dare to let her mind stop, because once she went blank, she would think of him, his cold expression, his ruthless eyes, and his decisive command in the drizzle that day.

So, she didn't want to be silent. She thought that as long as she kept talking and thinking about other things, she could ignore the pain and the things she didn't want to remember.

Penglai saw the pain in her eyes and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything else."

"Haha~" Murong Qianqian took a deep breath, bent her bright eyes and smiled hard, making her flowers tremble, "Haha, no need to apologize, I talk a lot.
Chapter completed!