"Those women are really pitiful." She lamented that it was terrifying to think about those days with thousands of women competing for a man.
Feng Qingyang turned around, and the stream of light flashed with blurry colors in his eyes. He seemed to have been used to it for a long time. He didn't say a word about the extravagance in the harem.
The laurel branches outside the window are lush and leafy, and the sunlight shines through the branches and leaves on the ground, swaying under the windy feet, like a rippling golden river.
He is an elegant and unattainable immortal standing above the Golden River.
Chen Xi turned to look at him, his bright eyes full of the man's unparalleled elegance.
"Yang, will you be like your father in the future?"
"Huh?" The man turned his head and looked far away.
Chen Xi repeated: "One day your dream will come true. Will you, like your father, accept beauties sent by various political interests?"
"..." The sun cast a layer of mysterious brilliance on the man's body.
Feng Qingyang was startled, as if he was stopped by Chen Xi's question.
It took a while to activate the red lips, but the question was: "Do you know what my dream is?"
"Standing on the top of Mingxuan Continent and overlooking the world, isn't it?"
He pretends to be crazy and acts foolishly just to wait for the opportunity to rise up and dominate the world, right?
Feng Qingyang met the girl's shining eyes, touched the corners of her lips, and smiled softly.
"That was my king's dream."
"The past? What about now?"
Chen Xi thought she understood him, but looking at the meaningful smile on the man's face, she suddenly realized that in fact, all he understood was the Feng Qingyang on the surface.
The Feng Qingyang she thought she understood was the silly prince he could pretend to be, the real him, and his real world was as vast and ethereal as the vast starry sky.
What she thought she understood was just a corner of his Lushan Mountain.
She didn't react to Feng Qingyang's words, and she didn't understand why that great dream had become a thing of the past, and what kind of dream was more important than sitting on the throne.
Feng Qingyang looked deeply into the girl's misty eyes. The woman's red lips were slightly open, her big round eyes were rippling, and her pink cheeks were like a curious baby, bulging like a newly ripe red apple.
His Adam's apple rolled, and he had the urge to take a bite.
Chen Xi blinked in surprise, then blinked again, his eyes fixed on the handsome face that was getting closer and closer.
Then, in a daze, the incense was stolen.
What's the meaning?
She just asked him what his dream is now. Why did he kiss her?
Feng Qingyang watched in amusement as the girl in front of him was distracted. This woman usually seemed very smart, but why was she so slow when the topic of feelings came up?
Just like now, she couldn't guess his hint from his kiss.
Feng Qingyang had to wonder, if he confessed that his current dream was to stay with her until eternity, would this young woman simply ignore him as a joke?
"Hello? Is your current dream a secret?"
Ruyu waved her palm in front of Feng Qingyang. Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, the woman frowned slightly and looked at him in a strange way.
Feng Qingyang sighed helplessly in his heart. He was sure that if he confessed directly, Chen Xi would just laugh it off as a sweet talk to coax her.