Chapter 3827 The Stars Were a Dream Last Night (30)

Because nothing happened, during the nearly half a year that Mu Waner lived in the Ninth Prince's mansion, the world was peaceful and nothing happened.

Du Jiu Sheng's position in the court gradually became more stable, and the emperor trusted him very much, and soon made him the prince.

It's just that he has yet to find a candidate for the crown princess. There are always rumors in the palace that the prince is obsessed with the princess of the Western Regions and wants to make her the crown princess.

Hearing such rumors, Luo Qingchen thought it was normal.

After all, it seemed that she hadn't seen Tuan Jiu Sheng for a long time.

He didn't go to find her. He came back occasionally, but he was speechless.

Some people don’t know why, but they seem to be very familiar with each other, but they fall apart as soon as they walk.

This was probably the time when she was most confused, because she even kept persuading herself in her heart: As long as we can stay together for a lifetime, what if there is one more Mu Waner?

But no matter how she tried to hypnotize herself, she couldn't do it.

He once told her that a lifetime of mountains and rivers would be spent on one person.

Nowadays, it has become a thing of the past, and the world has changed forever.

Mu Waner seemed to like puppets very much. From time to time, she would ask the housekeeper to buy some on the street and use them to carve some gadgets.

Du Jiu Sheng seemed to be infected by her, and for a while he was carving puppets like crazy.

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

Although he is a careful person, he still often breaks his fingers.

After hearing this, Mu Wan'er went to deliver medicine to him, and did not forget to laugh at him: "Although I like these gadgets, His Highness the Crown Prince does not have to learn them! I know your intentions are good, and you will think of me. …”

"Yes." He responded lightly, still carefully 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 by her own ears when she wanted to deliver medicine to Du Jiu Sheng.

What a feeling that is...

It was probably because my heart was thumping for half a beat, and the scary thing was that I didn't know it stopped suddenly.

At that time, there was actually a delusion in her mind, that is... maybe it would be good to stop.

The days passed like this day by day. Du Jiu Sheng did not give Mu Wan'er a title, but he also did not make her the crown princess.

Probably because life in the mansion is too depressing, she often likes to dress up as a man and go out to listen to plays.

Sometimes she feels that listening to the theater is a great 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.

Listen to the story in the play and listen to their joys and sorrows.

Every time after listening to it, Luo Qingchen would always murmur to herself: "This story is not as touching as one-tenth of the stories I have encountered."

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

"So what is the story of the young master? Can you tell it to me?"

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

The young man's eyebrows were very beautiful, as if he had stepped out of a painting. His white clothes were fluttering and he was waving his folding fan lightly.

There is a faint reminder of him, like pen and ink, like green grass, and like the freshness after a spring rain.

"Who are you……"

"Xiaosheng Muqing."

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

His family lives in the west of the city. Both his parents are merchants. It is considered a small family. He is the only son in the family, and his parents love him very much.

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

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