Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping - Chapter 3827

[Chapter 3827 A dream of the stars last night (30)]

Because nothing happened, during the nearly half a year when Mu Wan’er lived in the Ninth Prince’s mansion, the world was peaceful and nothing happened.

Du Jiusheng’s position in the court gradually stabilized, the emperor trusted him very much, and soon made him the crown prince.

It’s just that his crown princess has not been chosen for a long time. There are always rumors in the palace that the crown prince is obsessed with the princess of the Western Regions and wants to make her the crown princess.

Hearing such rumors, Luo Qingchen also felt normal.

After all, it seems that she hasn’t seen Transition Jiusheng for a long time.

He didn’t look for her, and when he came back occasionally, he was speechless.

Some people don’t know why, they are very familiar with each other, but they just walk away.

This was probably when she was most confused, because she even kept persuading herself from the bottom of her heart: as long as they can stay together for a lifetime, so what if there is one more Mu Wan’er?

But no matter how much she hypnotized herself, she couldn’t do it after all.

He once told her that for a lifetime, one person will pay for it.

Now, it is already a passing cloud, a vicissitudes of life.

Mu Wan’er seems to like puppets very much, and from time to time, she would ask the housekeeper to buy some on the street, and use them to carve small trinkets herself.

Du Jiusheng seemed to be infected by her, and for a while he was also crazily carving puppets.

I heard from the servants that he often saw the lights in his study on, but he was not reviewing memorials, but carving wood.

He is considered a careful person, but he still often breaks his fingers.

When Mu Wan’er heard about it, she went to deliver medicine to him, and she still laughed at him and said, “Although I like these gadgets, His Royal Highness doesn’t have to learn from them! I know that you have good intentions and will remember the goodness of your master.” …”

“Hmm.” He replied lightly, still seriously carving the puppet in his hand.

If she heard such a conversation from someone else, she would definitely not believe it.

But this sentence was heard when she wanted to deliver medicine to Du Jiusheng.

What kind of feeling is that…

probably the heart’s ‘click’ slowed down by half a beat, and the scary thing is that I didn’t know that it stopped suddenly.

At that time, there was a kind of delusion in her mind, that is… Maybe it’s better to stop.

The days went on like this day by day, Du Jiusheng didn’t give Mu Wan’er a title, but he didn’t make her the crown princess either.

It is probably because the life in the mansion is too depressing, she often likes to dress up as a man and go out of the mansion to attend operas.

Sometimes I feel that listening to opera is a good way to pass the time. With a pot of tea and a plate of snacks, she can sit in the theater for a whole day.

Listening to the stories in the play, listening to their joys and sorrows.

Every time after listening to it, Luo Qingchen would always murmur to himself: “This story is not one-tenth as touching as the ones I have encountered.”

And one day, a young man in white responded to her words.

“So what is the story of the son, can you tell me?”

Luo Qingchen nodded slightly, and a face like a crown of jade appeared in front of her.

The boy’s eyebrows and eyes were beautiful, as if he had stepped out of a picture scroll, his white clothes fluttered, and he waved his folding fan lightly.

There is a faint memory on his body, like brush and ink, like green grass, and like the freshness after the spring rain.

“You are…”

“Xiaosheng Mu Qing.”

This was the first time he saw Mu Qing, and for some reason he felt like old friends at first sight.

His family lived in the west of the city, his parents were merchants, and they were considered a small family. He was the only son in the family, and his parents loved him very much.

He has been fond of listening to stories since he was a child. He heard stories told by scholars when he was a child, and he listened to stories told by his master when he grew up.

The bigger one is maybe now, I like to come to the theater to listen to operas, and sometimes go to the balcony.

[End of This Chapter]