Hundred Flowers Song

In the Waltz Pool, Li Banfeng sat in a chair, admiring Dream Virtue's singing and dancing.

Dream Virtue's performance today was exceptionally brilliant, and the applause below never ceased, yet Li Banfeng always felt that something was missing.

Whether it was technique or emotion, Li Banfeng could not say. If Wife were beside him, she would certainly be able to point out the problem. Just like before bed, when Li Banfeng had Dream Virtue stand by the bed and sing, Wife would always sit nearby with a board in hand and offer a few critiques.

Thinking of Wife—

Rumble!

With a tremendous crash, Li Banfeng jolted awake from his dream.

He realized he had dreamed something he should not have.

He crawled out from under the bed, looked around at his surroundings, then pulled the Judge's Brush from beneath a pile of newspapers.

"Brother, which room did you come from?"

"Hmph!" The Judge's Brush could not be bothered to get angry, nor could it be bothered to answer.

Li Banfeng hurried to the main room. Hong Ying had just helped Wife up, then found Dream Virtue beneath the table. "What did I tell you? Don't let Seventh Son dream about home! You can't even handle something this simple!"

Dream Virtue felt deeply wronged. The phonograph offered a word of advice. "Forget it. Dreams change in the blink of an eye; Dream Virtue is bound to slip up sometimes. Husband, tidy up and go to sleep."

How could Li Banfeng still have the nerve to sleep at home? Ever since he learned the Connecting Bridal Chamber, whenever he dreamed of home while at home, something was bound to happen in the house. With more than a dozen rooms, he sometimes turned the whole place upside down.

He had only just learned