readsfreenovel Chapter 664 Book 1 Dream 5
Chapter 664 Book 1 Dream 5
One was elegant and handsome, one was aloof and expressionless, and one had a smile on his face and clear eyes.
"Good morning, what are you doing standing at my door?"
Upon hearing this, the three of them looked up at the sun high in the sky, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back. Was it still early?
Shangguan He spoke first: "Miss Cheng, we noticed that you hadn't left your room until lunchtime, so we came to check on you because we were worried something had happened."
"I'm fine. I usually get up around this time, and it's usually later, never earlier," Huang Chengzhu said casually.
Upon hearing this, Duan Shanhu said in a low voice, "This is the first time I've seen such an unconventional girl. What kind of woman would sleep until noon?"
"People in the martial world don't concern themselves with trivial matters," Po Yunlong said, a rare occurrence for him.
Shangguan He spent countless incomplete moments with the two of them.
He also knew that Huang Chengzhu was different from most people in many ways and didn't seem to care much about other people's opinions.
"In that case, it's lunchtime now, I'll have someone bring the young lady her food first."
Yesterday, Miss Cheng gave them a lot of money, which was more than enough for her to stay at Canjiangyue, so they naturally had to treat her well.
"Mm." Huang Chengzhu nodded and turned to go inside.
Shangguan He told Duan Shanhu and the other man to prepare, and then he followed them in.
"Miss Cheng, it seems like we haven't been together for a while now...?"
He was a little confused this morning, thinking it would keep looping, but it didn't go back.
"Don't you think there's something wrong with the time right now?" Huang Chengzhu asked him.
She is different from the others, and she is not in the script.
Therefore, even though the story returned to six months prior, she did not change her location.
Although Shangguan He is not in the script, he is a person from this world, so it is impossible for him to be completely different from others.
"The timing is wrong?" Shangguan He frowned and pondered, then suddenly realized, "It's definitely not right. I remember I only slept for two hours, but in my memory, I went to bed early last night."
"Think back again and see if there are many things that you remember have already happened but haven't happened yet."
"You mean...we've gone back to a point in time that's different from where we were before?"
"If I'm not mistaken, that should be it."
Just then, the person delivering the food arrived. Huang Chengzhu told him to leave it to him to digest on his own, while she began to eat her own breakfast and lunch.
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Song Xiaoyu has recently been enjoying the life of an ancient version of the wealthy, living a very comfortable life.
With everyone taking care of her food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, she would have been corrupted and given up by her happy life if she hadn't remembered Song Yimeng's fate.
She's been staying home all the time, and today she finally managed to go out for a stroll, so she decided to go on a shopping spree.
Just as she was leading Zhixia and Yingqiu out of a shop, the smile on her lips instantly turned into surprise when she saw the people on the second floor of the shop across the street.
"Holy crap, Little, Little Old Huang!!" She was genuinely surprised, and even stammered a bit.
Huang Chengzhu smiled and waved at her.
Song Xiaoyu (hereafter referred to as Song Yimeng) came to her senses and turned to give a few instructions to the two maids.
"I saw a good friend, I'm going over to catch up, you two wait here for me."
Zhi Xia asked with some concern, "Miss, do you have any friends we don't know about?"
"We'll talk about this when we get back. I'll go over and chat for a bit."
“Oh, miss…”
Before she could finish speaking, Song Yimeng went straight into the teahouse across the street and ran upstairs.
Seeing the person sitting in the private room with the door open, she went in, closed the door, and then looked pleasantly surprised.
"Little Huang, you've transmigrated too." Song Yimeng rushed over and hugged her tightly.
At that moment, she felt as if she had met an old friend in a foreign land, and her eyes welled up with tears.
Huang Chengzhu gestured for her to sit down first, and then poured her a cup of tea.
She then said, "Xiaoyu, I only found out that this is the script world of 'Qingning Yimeng' after I heard about Song Yimeng and Chu Guihong's wedding."
Song Yimeng's eyes widened slightly, surprised that she knew about what had happened before, yet somewhat unsurprised, and she picked up her teacup and drank it all in one gulp.
"So you remember all the times I came back before? You must have seen the wedding procession that day, how come you didn't notice me?"
Huang Chengzhu looked helpless after hearing this: "You're one to talk. I've been going through all sorts of things and I'm still in a daze. I didn't know you were here too. I thought the world was abnormal. Such a crazy development is rarely written in novels."
Song Yimeng chuckled awkwardly: "Hehehe, I died and had to start over many times because I was trying to change the plot."
"The female lead is getting different treatment, but dying must be quite painful. Sigh, my KPI is ruined again. You were supposed to have your costume fitting photos taken soon."
"Why are you sighing? Since we're here and can't go back anytime soon, let's enjoy life first. Look at me."
Song Yimeng raised her hand to show her her current appearance: "How about it? I'm now the ancient version of a rich second generation. I eat delicacies every day, wear gold and silver, and have maids and servants following me when I go out."
The more she thought about it, the better this kind of life seemed, and she completely forgot about the influence of the plot.
Seeing her so arrogant, Huang Chengzhu, true to the original owner's personality, bluntly asked, "Do you remember Nan Heng, the villainous male lead who abused the female lead both physically and emotionally?"
Upon hearing this, Song Yimeng's expression fell: "Little Huang, don't bring up things I don't want to talk about. Just thinking about Nan Heng makes me feel like life is missing some fun."
After saying that, she remembered something else: "Let's not talk about those unlucky things. By the way, what is your current role? You're not in the script, are you?"
"I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person who lives and works in the martial arts world) now, and it has nothing to do with your plot."
"It's good to be a person in the martial arts world. You can stay away from the plot and be free. Why did I end up with such a troublesome identity?"
"Who was that just now, talking about how great their life is?" Huang Chengzhu rolled her eyes.
Song Yimeng pouted: "It would be even better if I weren't the tragic heroine."
"What are your plans?"
"Plans? I plan to stay away from Nanheng to save my life. Where are you living now?"
Song Yimeng picked up the teapot and poured herself another cup of tea.
Huang Chengzhu pushed his cup over, and after she filled it, he picked it up and drank: "I'm just a wandering swordsman with no identity, no fixed abode, and no home."
Upon hearing this, Song Yimeng clapped her hands readily and said with great loyalty, "That's perfect. Come back to the Song residence with me. If I have food to eat, you'll have plenty too."
"Hmm... no thanks. After all, there are many rules in ancient times. I still think it's more free outside. But I can visit you occasionally."
Song Yimeng said with some regret, "Ah~ I was hoping to have someone to chat with, but the people here can't understand what I'm saying."