When Fatty opened his eyes, he was in a palace as huge as a palace! The palace was made entirely of crystal, and there were glasses everywhere that could project his own image.

Next to him was a tired-looking Nineteen. He had his eyes closed and was sleeping next to him. His clothes were messy, and his long eyelashes were curved to a beautiful length, hanging lazily on his graceful eyelids.

Her sleeping appearance is very pure, and there is no trace of impurity in it.

The warmth from his palm just now still remained in his palm. When Chubby raised his hand, he realized that Nineteen's hand was holding his own tightly.

He...Nineteen, who is he? Why can he enter his inner world, and why can he appear in his subconscious dreams? Who is he?

Fatty curiously traced his face with his fingers, from his forehead to his eyebrows, from his eyes to the tip of his nose, and then from his lips to his chin. This face, a face that can confuse people, has an indescribable charm.

Feeling of confusion.

Compared with Yue Yanye's, they are even better, but each has its own charm. Wait, Fatty Dudu suddenly realized that she was not paying attention. How could she think of Yue Yanye! That stinky man!

Scolding himself angrily, Fatty put down his hand on Nineteen's face.

"Pit Du Du, you don't have to be so upright to eat my tofu, right?"

"You..." The hands held the plump wrists with just the right strength, neither heavy nor light. "So you were awake... I thought..." She thought he was asleep!

"What do you think is wrong with me?" Nineteen narrowed his eyes and was in a surprisingly good mood.

"I thought you were dreaming about a beauty." Fatty made up a random story to excuse him. Unexpectedly, Nineteen was more sharp than he thought. He raised his eyebrows and said:

"I dreamed about you."

"..."

"I lied to you." Nineteen slapped his chubby head with his hand and laughed loudly.

"Hey Nineteen! How dare you lie to me!" The louder he laughed, the redder his plump face became. She picked up the pillow on the bed and threw it towards Nineteen's face, hitting him in the big head with a bang.

Smiling face.

"...Hey! You're so mean-spirited!" Dissatisfaction flashed across Nineteen's charming face. He was holding a plump pillow thrown over him, looking pitiful and aggrieved.

The plump maternal radiance enveloped her, and just as she let down her guard, the pillow hit her head with lightning speed.

"!!" She picked up another pillow and threw it towards Nineteen.

For a moment, pillows were thrown everywhere by them.

It wasn't until Fatty was tired from playing and exhausted that he lay down on the bed first. Only then did Nineteen stop the attack. He also fell on the bed like Fatty, with his body forming a large font.

Fortunately, this bed is big enough for two people to stretch out their arms and legs like this.

"You know, nineteen."

"Um?"

"I just dreamed of you, dreamed of you." Fatty stretched out his hand towards the crystal ceiling with a warm smile on his lips, "I dreamed of you, in the sea of ​​fire, so beautiful."

"Haha..." Nineteen turned his head and lowered his eyes, "I have been in your dream for a long, long time." But you didn't notice it, and you never noticed it.

"Maybe..." Fatty closed her eyes. Maybe he was always there, in her dreams. Occasionally she would see a flash of red in her dreams. Then, maybe he was

Nineteen.

Nineteen, thank you.

The sun shines all over the Moon Palace, and everything is warm.

In the pavilions and pavilions of Xiyuan, there lived a concubine, Concubine Ji, who was about to join the Palace of the Moon King openly. The flowers and plants in Xiyuan were rare, and there were blue orchids that were only found in the imperial city. This is a flower as the name suggests.

, famous for its blue petals, few people in the capital know what kind of flower it is.

On the winding path paved with soft cobblestones, Dongmei was squatting down to pick flowers. It was mid-afternoon, and the rain and dew clung to the petals. She leaned over and smelled the fragrance that filled her nose. When she had picked the petals, she happened to

When he saw Yue Yanye coming this way, he carried the flower basket and rushed towards Yue Yanye——

With a bang, she threw herself into Yue Yanye's arms, raised her head, and looked into his lowered eyes, "Why are you here?"

"Haha, I haven't been to Xiyuan recently, so I came to see you." A rare soft color appeared in Yue Yanye's eyes. He hugged her and walked towards the pavilion on the artificial lake.

Dong Mei held the flower basket in her right hand and held Yue Yanye in her left hand, with a shy look of joy on her face, "Your Majesty has not been to Xiyuan for many days."

"Well..." Yue Yanye nodded and said no more. It should be said that the two of them could not find a common topic. He faced this face that looked like Bei Ji'er, but in his heart, he was thinking about another pair of eyes, "

What do you think of our wedding in half a month?"

"Half a month later... I want to be your prince's most beautiful concubine." Dong Mei lowered her head shyly, looking at the prosperous flowers blooming outside the court, "Since your prince doesn't dislike me, Ji'er has nothing to say." Her current

Her name is Bei Ji'er, not Dong Mei, but why does her heart beat faster when she touches his tender eyes?

It seemed that that day, she discovered that every time he looked at her eyes, he seemed to see another person through her. What he was looking at was not her, Dongmei, but another person. When he looked at herself, his eyes would

Very gentle, very gentle, gentle enough to overturn the world. At that time, Yue Yanye had lost the title of prince, and he was an ordinary young man.

Perhaps, he really gave herself an irresistible charm. How can I put this feeling? She fell in love with him. She, Dongmei, fell in love with Yue Yanye, and she couldn't control her love.

"Yes." Yue Yanye's elegant white clothes were stained with ambiguous colors, but the expression on his face was extremely dull, and the distant scenery was reflected in his eyes. Yue Yanye's eyes were not on Dong Mei.

"Your Majesty, your body is the most important thing." Dong Mei stood up calmly, took the teapot in the center of the marble-carved round table, and poured a cup of tea for Yue Yanye.

Yue Yanye looked at Dong Mei making tea for herself, with a strange emotion in her eyes.

"That's all..." Yue Yanye picked up the tea cup and was about to bring it to her mouth.

"Report to the prince." Suddenly, Di appeared beside Yue Yanye out of thin air and said respectfully: "We have found Princess Yue."

Yue Yanye paused with her fingers holding the tea cup. Then, he put down the porcelain cup, stood up and left, "Tell me where she is now."

"The princess is by the West Lake in Hangzhou." Di said as she walked, ignoring Dong Mei who looked disappointed behind her.

Dong Mei looked at the steaming cup of tea with disappointment, with a touch of sadness in her eyes. Why couldn't he always take a good look at herself? Why did he care so much about that princess.

In Dong Mei's memory, the princess named Fatty brought her a warm feeling, and she didn't hate her. However, she snatched Yue Yanye away. He didn't even touch the tea.
Chapter completed!