That night, the palace was buzzing with excitement and the lights were brightly lit.
Feng Danyuan couldn't live in peace either. Whenever he fell asleep, he had some messy dreams.
First there was the battlefield, with swords and halberds clashing, arrows raining like rain, and tragic roars, everywhere there were broken arms and limbs, flesh and blood flying everywhere, heads rolling on the ground, with a pair of eyes open with a look of death.
However, this was only the beginning. Black soldiers came like a tide, and the horses' hooves stepped on the bloody water, splashing a bloody mist.
He was fighting like crazy in the blood mist.
Comrades fall one by one, and the enemies are endless.
His eyes were red, and he stabbed the enemy leader with his sword.
Suddenly, the blood mist dissipated.
The battlefield transformed into a bustling city.
Ten miles of red makeup, crowds of people are surging, and he is wearing a red dress and a golden crown, riding a bloody horse, and his eyebrows are full of joy.
He held a woman's hand and went to the church to get married.
Night falls, the bright moon hangs high, and countless bonfires and torches on the ground are like stars falling into the world, illuminating the vast land and mountains.
With thousands of soldiers lined up to greet her, he interlocked with his bride and walked into the crowd.
"Congratulations to Prince Chen and Princess Chen for a happy marriage and the birth of a precious son soon!"
"Congratulations to Prince Chen and Princess Chen to grow old together and be united forever!"
...
He held her in his arms and rode on horseback, arriving at a secret place in the mountains.
The vegetation is lush and green, with white and yellow flowers in full bloom. The night wind blows gently, the flowers and grass sway gently, and countless butterflies fly out of the mist.
He and she took off their clothes and stepped into a hot spring.
Black hair poured down like a waterfall, covering her looming back and her voluptuous and beautiful curves.
He picked her up and held her tightly to his chest, with one hand against the stone wall and the other around her waist, and kissed her pink lips deeply.
Inch by inch down.
Butterflies are flying from all directions, the moonlight is sultry, and the spring light is beautiful.
*
When Feng Danyuan woke up, the sky was bright.
He lay exhausted on the bed, staring blankly at the roof.
This wasn't the first time he had such a dream.
At first, he thought he might be old enough to want a woman.
However, with Huan Fei and Yan Shou standing in front of him, he found it boring.
If he didn't understand that he was normal, he might really have doubts about what he was doing.
However, last night's dream was finally a little different from the past.
In the past, the face of the woman he was in love with always had a cloud of fog on her face, and he couldn't see her face clearly.
But last night, he saw her face.
Just when she put her arms around his neck and smiled slyly at him, the fog on her face suddenly dissipated.
That face was bright and flamboyant, and his eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining brightly.
That face looks exactly like the Crown Princess Wei Ji.
Why did Wei Ji's face appear in his dream?
Was it because he coveted her that he had the dream at night, or was the woman in the dream actually her?
Feng Danyuan thought about the roof for more than half an hour.
To no avail.
He has always been an activist. Now that he has this question, he must have an answer.
His bright red lips raised a smile that was sure to win. He got up from the couch, opened the door and shouted:
