The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 295 Zhou Yan's Grand Wedding?
The girl sitting on the bed was different from her usual carefree self, and Li Zhiwei's clothes were also much more elaborate than usual.

A plain-colored gauze undershirt, followed by short shirts and long skirts in different colors, and finally a wide, dark blue long-sleeved shirt on top. The overall look is elegant and luxurious. The outermost long-sleeved shirt is embroidered with mandarin ducks, peonies, and intertwined branches.

Her hair was styled in a high bun, adorned with gold and silver hairpins and hair ornaments.

Her face was adorned with floral decorations, her cheeks were painted with slanted red, and her lips were dotted with dimples.

Luxurious and opulent.

Li Zhiwei smiled slightly: "Logically speaking, I should cover my face with a round fan, and Zhou Lang should recite the 'Removing the Fan Poem' before I put down the fan and show my face. However, we have known each other since we were young, and you have seen this face countless times, so it's not so annoying."

"Besides, Zhou Lang doesn't know anything about poetry."

Li Zhiwei smiled, but Zhou Yan felt as if needles were pricking his back.

Zhou Yan slowly turned his head and saw Ba biting a handkerchief behind the window, her eyes wide open, staring intently at the back of his head.

'Ba is watching you!'

An immense pressure made Zhou Yan's head feel numb.

However, what worries him even more is Li Zhiwei now—dreams can manifest fear or desire, either causing a person to be forever trapped in their greatest fear or to be trapped in beautiful dreams.

But is Li Zhiwei's dream a beautiful dream or a source of fear?

Zhou Yan said, "I..."

Li Zhiwei asked with a smile, "Were you dragged into drinking by Xuan Zhuzi and the others until you got drunk? Have you forgotten? Your uncle is the beloved general of General Wang Zhongsi, the military governor of the Four Garrisons, who has made great military achievements; Military Governor Wang Zhongsi and the Third Prince Saint are like father and son."

“I met you when I was traveling. We went through many adventures together, from the Reclining Buddha Temple to Zhongnan Mountain, and then we returned to Chang’an. When the Emperor saw how deep our affection was, he ordered that we be married. The military governor and Uncle Shen were very happy.”

"From this day forward, we are husband and wife."

"Lang Jun."

Li Zhiwei approached with a faint smile.

Ba was getting anxious.

"What's going on? Her dreams and Yan's dreams have a strange connection. Could it be that there's some kind of special connection between them? Is this connection stronger than the one between them and mine?"

"Otherwise, how could Yan be connected with her dream?"

Zhou Yan's journey from mortal to mountain god, and then from mountain god to Lord of Mount Tai, was all connected to Li Zhiwei. The "Bingzhu Zhenshi Tu" (a painting depicting the warlord who controls the world) on his body was also drawn by Li Zhiwei himself. The two were truly bound by fate.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

Ba was knocking on the door.

"What an incompetent wife."

"Hmm, hmm, that's true, what an incompetent wife."

Two familiar voices came from behind. Ba turned his head and saw two familiar figures in the wedding feast of this dream. One of them was extremely elegant and graceful, wearing a yellow dress, and was eating the special delicacies of this era.

Another rough and boisterous man was having a drinking contest with someone else.

Because of the special relationship between Li Zhiwei and Zhou Yan, when Zhou Yan entered Li Zhiwei's dream, their dreams merged to a certain extent, so Ji Xuanyuan and Chi You also got involved.

Lord Zhou, what a poor wretch!

In Li Zhiwei's dream, she could eat royal delicacies prepared by the chef Xuan Guan and fine wines from this extraordinary world.

"Chew, chew, why does the food from later generations taste so good?"

"Chewing, chewing, yeah, how can you eat so much?"

The two commented on Ba's romantic history, and then began to admire him.

It's like the old ancestors were pleased to see their descendants doing well.

........................

Zhou Yan was puzzled; the Li Zhiwei in front of him didn't seem to be the same girl he remembered.

She is beautiful now, but it's a kind of opulent beauty, like the brocade and pearls of the magnificent Tang Dynasty, representing the superficial beauty of this country and era, but not the adventurous friend he knew.

Li Zhiwei pressed her fingers against Zhou Yan's chest, drawing closer.

Ba's teeth broke.

"This guy is actually quite small!"

"So he's a formidable rival!"

Li Zhiwei rested her head on Zhou Yan's chest and shoulder, her breath as sweet as orchids, her soft laughter gentle.

Ba reached out his hand without hesitation—

Dreams come to life!

A massive Gengjin club appeared, and with a thought from Ba, the Gengjin club transformed into a Gengjin-enchanted Gatling gun. Moreover, in the dream, Ba further enhanced it according to the rules of the dream.

What treasure is this? Let's see—

Cast in pure silver, covered with cinnabar and clay, and quenched with holy water mixed with glutinous rice and relics.

The spear's body is formed from wood struck by nine tribulations of lightning, blessed by the Buddha's relics. The handle is made of thousand-year-old peach wood, adorned with talismans handwritten by a celestial master. A holy woman hand-copied scriptures, and the spear shaft was engraved with sacred nails. A purple-robed elder chanted incantations, a cardinal recited sutras, and a living Buddha offered prayers.

Eight yellow-robed figures performed rituals, and monks from all four directions offered prayers.

The left side of the body was coated with garlic essential oil, and the right side was coated with the blood and essence of a black dog.

The Heavenly Master has appeared!

Blessed by the Living Buddha!

God vanquishes the demon!

Hallelujah, the Supreme Lord Laozi, hasten as the law commands, Emmanuel Buddha!
Supreme Gatling Bodhisattva!
The girl with slender arms and flowing black hair placed one foot on the banquet table and forcefully pointed forward the "truth" that had been fully materialized from the jumbled knowledge in Zhou Yan's dream.

These things are useless in the real world, but they are useful in dreams.

She's the one who has the final say.

The King of Upper Cuba was in high spirits:
"I am no delicate lady; I have plenty of skills!"

"Beauty is only worthy of the strong!"

"Fight!"

Finally, the ancient goddess realized that among all those good sisters, the only truly dangerous one was the real 'good sister'. Then, after thousands of years of lonely waiting, she chose ancient logic to solve the problem.

Ji Xuanyuan almost coughed up the meat.

Chi You laughed loudly, "Good, good, good!"

He was drinking with another guy.

"You're not bad, kid."

The drunken swordsman laughed and said, "Big guy, you're not bad either!"

"That was so exciting!"

...............

Ba was still punished by Ji Xuanyuan.

"Stop fooling around. I know you're anxious, but now is not the time for this."

Ba had a big bump on his head and was filled with two big bags of tears.

Already honest.

At the same time, Li Zhiwei moved closer to Zhou Yan's chest, her breath sweet as orchids, her eyes sparkling with a charm he had never seen before, causing a strange ripple in Zhou Yan's heart. He looked away, refusing to look at Li Zhiwei.

Li Zhiwei leaned close to his neck, her breath sweet and fragrant, making his neck tingle.

"Zhou Lang—"

Her voice was sweet and gentle, like it was filled with honey.

"Let's run away from this marriage!"

Zhou Yan was stunned, then came to his senses and looked down. Li Zhiwei was clearly wearing a gorgeous dress and her eyes were made up, looking luxurious and beautiful. Yet at this moment, she seemed eager to try something, and her eyes held an interest as strong as a long wind.

Zhou Yan: "Runaway bride?"

Li Zhiwei nodded vigorously: "Oh dear, I don't know why either, but I always feel that if I were to marry someone with the royal name, it would be very boring. But thankfully it's you. I thought I would be forced into an arranged marriage and not know who to marry."

"So, meeting you is truly my greatest fortune."

"But let's elope, let's wander the world, let's roam freely, what do you say!"

Zhou Yan confirmed: "In Chang'an City, in the imperial palace, facing these people, they eloped together?"

Li Zhiwei nodded vigorously.

She said, "It's exciting, isn't it!"

Seeing Li Zhiwei's eager expression, the young Taoist couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahaha, as expected, it's you after all!"

Miss Li is petite but very brave.

Well, at this age, he doesn't seem to be very tall anymore.

Zhou Yan smiled and said, "Let's go!"

He roughly understood that Li Zhiwei's fears and longings were perhaps due to her mother, or perhaps because she had witnessed the actions of her father and grandfather. She feared becoming like those born under the Li family lineage, and her greatest longing was to travel the world with Zhou Yan and her friends.

Li Zhiwei changed out of her gorgeous and luxurious dress, removed her gold hairpins and hair ornaments, and washed her makeup off in the basin of water that was originally used for the ceremony, returning to her original simple appearance, and tied her hair up with a gold hairpin.

"In that case, we can go out and pawn it as travel expenses!"

Li Zhiwei's calculations were going smoothly.

Zhou Yan laughed and tore off his scarlet robe. He then pulled Li Zhiwei away from the crowd and fled from the royal bloodline and pressure. The pursuers were always behind them and could not get close. Finally, Li Zhiwei forcefully threw the seal representing her status as a princess away.

"Ah, Princess!"

"Your Highness—"

The seal crashed to the ground, and everything vanished like a dream.

Li Zhiwei's dream shattered from that moment on. Zhou Yan exhaled, sensing that Li Zhiwei had finally broken free from that illusion. He felt at peace and wanted to leave the dream behind.

Even in his dreams, he could vaguely sense that a struggle was taking place outside.

In this illusory dream, Ba appeared in front of Li Zhiwei.

The young girl, Ba, seemed thoughtful: "Is it fear of the bloodline within me, and the Li family's arrangements? Ah, it seems this matter is over, huh?" Ba paused, noticing Li Zhiwei's eyes flicker as she looked over: "Who are you?"

Ba is a good boy.

So I recounted what happened.

Li Zhiwei said, "I see. The dream in Langzhong? I vaguely remember it. I ran away with Zhou Yan during the wedding. But in my dream, was I going to marry him?"

"In short, it was just a dream."

Ba said in a serious tone, "It's just fake, it's fake."

"Anyway, the wedding in the dream doesn't count. You'll forget about these things soon after you go back. Anyway, Yan is mine, so just be a good ally and friend."

"Anyway, this dream array will be something you dislike and fear."

Li Zhiwei suddenly realized something, and she touched her chin thoughtfully:
"That's what you mean."

"but."

Li Zhiwei smiled, with a kind of aggressive quality that was unique to her ancestors and would appear at crucial moments: "I didn't say that I didn't want to marry him, did I? Did I say that I was afraid of this?"

bar:"…………"

This is a dream!
He only dreams about me, Ba, keep it up!

The advantage is mine!

The petite Miss Li stood with her hands behind her back, her phoenix eyes, reminiscent of Emperor Taizong's, slightly raised, and smiled, "Hmm, in that case—"

"Are you someone who can only appear in his dreams?"

"You can't be with him in real life."

The confident smile on Ba's face gradually froze.

Ba was shattered.

The victors were the descendants of Li Shimin.

"Waaaaah, I want a physical body too!"

Finally, Ba disappeared with two large bags of tears in her eyes, running off to find Ji Xuanyuan and Chi You. Li Zhiwei rubbed her temples and said, "Oh dear, wasn't that a bit too much of a rip-off?"

"but……"

This dream exists between chaos and reality. The illusion has shattered; the palace, the mansion, and the wedding banquet have all ended and disappeared. Ba Ye's 'Dao Heart' is broken. He runs to the two ancestors and threatens them with not giving him the materialized dream food and game console if they don't help him, demanding that they provide the technique to reshape his physical body.

It's very peaceful and comfortable here.

Li Zhiwei raised her fingers and brushed them against her temples, thinking about the dream she had just experienced, which seemed real yet unreal, both real and unreal. She leaned against Zhou Yan's chest, listening to the sensation of his heartbeat, and tidied her temples with her fingers.

"...If I had known it was such a beautiful dream, I should have completed the ceremony."

"is not it?"

Li Zhiwei lowered her eyes, her gaze shifting, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she chuckled to herself.

"Zhou Lang?"

.....................

In an antique shop in Langzhong.

Zhou Yan slowly opened his eyes, and Li Zhiwei also woke up from her dream. Consort Shen hugged Li Zhiwei tightly, her body trembling slightly with worry and fear. Li Zhiwei hugged her mother and gently comforted her.

Xuan Zhuzi's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he let out a breath: "That's great."

"We've finally escaped this dream."

"Uncle Shen is out there dealing with those people, with Little Bird and Li Zhenyue by his side. We need to think about how to resolve this."

Zhou Yan nodded. There were obvious sounds of clashing swords outside, clearly indicating a fierce battle was raging. Just then, a cry of surprise rang out from outside—"Shen Cangming?!"

"You are Shen Cangming of Xingxiuchuan!"

The voice paused slightly, containing fear, before turning into ecstatic joy.

"He's a traitor, a traitor!"

"Shoot! Shoot! Crossbow bolts, arrows, oil—bring it all on! Burn him right here!"

Immediately following was the sound of bows and crossbows being nocked, a continuous series of sounds.

(End of this chapter)