"Xiang'er!" Just as her consciousness was about to dissipate, Ming Xiang heard someone calling her name eagerly.

Just like in the drunken dream of "forgetting worries".

The bluestone alley, the smoke and rain are hazy, and there is a Qingyuan son living at the end of the alley, it is the year of the crown, the threshold has been stepped on and stepped on, stepped on and stepped on, coming and going, and many people in and out.

He didn't go to the girl's house to propose, but those girls came to propose, which can be regarded as a romantic affair in "Muliang Town".

But this Qingyuan Gongzi has never been moved, let the matchmaker come and go, talk and persuade, he didn't even look at the portraits of those girls.

The west of Muliang Town is the territory of the Ming people, and there are many girls who come here, but none of them get what they want.

Mingxiang has no parents, she grew up eating hundreds of family meals, she was not treated in the Ming tribe since she was a child, and there were no children to play with her, so she often ran to the east of the town to play with the children there.

She saw Qingyuan Gongzi when she was a child, and for ten years after that, she never forgot it, but she just remembered it.

"Eh, have you heard? Today, seven more girls are coming to propose marriage, and the scene is spectacular!"

"What? You went to see it?"

"That's right! Sister Cui in the clan is one of the seven families, or I accompanied her matchmaker!"

"What kind of charm do you say this Qingyuan son has, this girl's house within a radius of a hundred miles has almost been to it once!"

"Then who knows what the charm is! I'm afraid it's just because of my appearance!"

Mingxiang was sleeping at the entrance of the alley on the side, but was woken up by their voices, and had to listen to their broken mouths for a while.

Finally, when she heard one of the girls say that Qingyuan Gongzi was just good-looking, she couldn't help but defend him a few words in her heart.

Although Qingyuan Gongzi's appearance is good, in addition to his appearance, his quality and talent are unique.

In Muliang Town, those who can be called "Son" are all talented and admired people.

So the son of Qingyuan is not only about appearance!

But Ming Xiang naturally didn't dare to say this in front of them.

Ming Xiang is fourteen years old this year, and she can get married in a year, and the only thing she hopes for since she was a child is to quickly meet the rules, find a matchmaker to talk about her family, and then get married, so that she can have a better life.

Not long ago, she found an errand in a teahouse to do so that she could earn some silver and use it when she was looking for a matchmaker next year.

The shopkeeper of the teahouse was surnamed Liu, who was in his early thirties, and he saw that Ming Xiang was working cleanly, so he brought her to the second floor to serve.

The second floor of the teahouse is generally distinguished guests, as long as the service is good, there is naturally a lot of silver, which is nothing more than a chance for her, so that she can earn more dowry.

But she had been on the second floor for days, and no one had asked her to come and serve.

Ming Xiang felt that this day would be the same as in the past, standing alone on the second floor for a day, listening to the storyteller telling the story of joys and sorrows, looking at Cha Xiaoer, who was also serving on the second floor, and was called by the guests to serve beside him.

But it wasn't what she thought, and she only stood for a moment before someone called her over.

"This big brother, are you sure that your master really asked me to come over to serve?" Ming Xiang couldn't help but ask five or six times happily.

"The girl doesn't need to ask, my master really called the girl's name. ”

After getting a positive answer for the sixth time, Ming Xiang stopped.

"Don't do it, sit down!"

Ming Xiang lowered her head and followed behind the person who came to call her, and was about to pick up the teapot to refill the tea when a hoarse voice sounded.

She stretched out her hand halfway, and at this time it was not possible to continue to reach it out, nor to withdraw it, so she maintained that movement for a long time.

It wasn't until the back of her hand warmed up that she jerked it back, and then looked up at the man who had just held her hand.

"Qing ...... Young Son!"

Who else could that person be besides Prince Qingyuan!

"Hmm. It's me. Qing Yuan withdrew his hand with a smile, stared at her for a while, and then pushed the flower cake on the table in front of her, "Sit down and eat something!"

Ming Xiang was stunned for a while, she never dreamed that she would see Qingyuan Gongzi again one day, and he also let herself sit next to him and eat.

But the facts are in front of her, and she can't help but think about it.

"Where does the girl's family live?" Qing Yuan asked her with a smile.

Ming Xiang swallowed the flower cake in his mouth and whispered, "I don't have a home." ”

Qing Yuan smiled even more heartily: "Since the girl doesn't have a home, then I might as well give the girl a home!"

These words were really terrifying, Ming Xiang was startled by him and stared at him with wide eyes.

The girl should not be surprised, everything she said below is from the bottom of her heart, and I hope that the girl can give her the next chance. Qing Yuan looked at her with a serious face.

Three days later.

In the east of Muliang Town, Qingyuan Gongzi at the end of the bluestone alley is about to marry, his bride is actually an orphan of the Ming clan, it is really surprising to say that the day before this news came out, there were still countless matchmakers who came to propose marriage for their own girls, and many of them were Miss Qianjin who was in charge of the family with Qingyuan Gongzi, but no one expected that in the end, Qingyuan Gongzi would marry a wild girl.

On the night of the cave room, Ming Xiang was nervously wringing the corners of her wedding dress, she still didn't understand why she didn't know how she became the wife of Qingyuan Gongzi.

After saying goodbye to the teahouse that day, Ming Xiang didn't take what Qing Yuan said to heart at all, she was still busy with her errands, looking forward to a quick and happy time, while saving money.

She slept in the firewood room in the backyard of the teahouse, and when she got up early this morning, she heard the shopkeeper Liu talking to someone, she poked her head to see who it was, and the next second she was called by that person's name.

"Come here. "It's still the same hoarse voice.

"Squeak-" A man pushed the door open.

Ming Xiang was covered with a thick hijab, and although he couldn't see it, he still stared at the front tightly, as if he could see something.

Qing Yuan walked to the side of the bed and reached out to remove the hijab from her head: "Lady." ”

The warm tent is red candles, the night moon is full of flowers, and the night is beautiful.

After that, Qingyuan treated her very well, and Ming Xiang was willing to believe that he loved him, but that was only before the title "Xiang'er" came out of his mouth.

After drinking "Forget Worries", people will make an illusion for themselves, and then the soul will enter it and develop according to the desperate expectations of their hearts.

It stands to reason that the person would not know that she was in a fantasy world, in her eyes this is the real world, and Ming Xiang thought so at first.

But one day Qingyuan called her "Xiang'er", and she remembered everything.

"Xiang'er, from today onwards, you will follow me to cultivate. ”

"Xiang'er, Pei Yin has sent wine, go taste it. ”

"Xiang'er, you have misremembered the mind again. ”

"Xiang'er, I'll teach you some other techniques today. ”

......

"What's this, you ask?"

"You have the time to ask such a boring question, you might as well think about how to improve your cultivation, don't forget that you came to me and let me teach you what your cultivation is for!"

"She's going through a catastrophe. ”

......

From the first sentence to the last sentence that Qingyuan Shenzun said to her, Ming Xiang thought about it.

The dreamer is awake, and the illusion automatically dissolves.

"Xiang'er!"

In the end, she heard the prince of Qingyuan, who married her and loved her to the extreme, in his hoarse but gentle voice, and called her name heartbreakingly.

Huangliang has a dream, a dream for a lifetime, and she has seen it thoroughly.