The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

"Sima Yang, what are they doing?"

Sima Yang showed a smile, his orange pupils stared at me deeply, under the moonlight, his fine white skin seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle, like a dream: "Beg for a trick from the Weaver Girl."

My face was full of confusion, and there were two big question marks in my eyes: "Begging for cleverness from Zhinu? What do you mean?"

"This custom has been handed down from the Han Dynasty. According to legend, on the seventh day of the seventh month, women put melons and fruits in front of the bright moon, worship the seventh sister, and pray for the fairies to give them intelligent hearts and dexterous hands; Get wealth, have a happy and sweet marriage and have children as soon as possible..."

It turns out that there is such an event on Qixi Festival! [

I paused, and murmured, "But the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl only get together once a year. They must be too busy talking about love, and have no time to care about these people in the world, right?!"

Sima Yang let out a "puchi" laugh, and his pink lips trembled, exuding a seductive luster.He leaned close to my ear and said in a pleasant voice: "It is said that on the night of Qixi Festival, hiding under the melon and fruit rack, you can hear the tender words of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl when they meet..."

Huh?is this true?Why have I never heard of it?

Sima Yang had an evil smile on his lips. He leaned down and raised my chin lightly. His voice was full of charm: "Girl, are you willing to go with me under the grape trellis to eavesdrop on the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?" love story?"