Merchant's daughter is not a concubine

Chapter 190: The Light (4)
The carriage left the palace gate and did not go back to Prince Chen's mansion. It actually left the city and stopped by a bright moon lake.

The groom lifted the curtain, Ning Qing looked up and saw Song Zhuo standing outside.

It was snowing heavily, and he was holding a green bamboo oil-paper umbrella, wearing a straight gown of rainy brocade, with tourmaline tassels around his waist, and a luxurious cloak of white fox velvet. With jet-black hair gathered in front of her body, her face is gorgeous, her youth is like the sun and the moon, and her beauty is stunning.His demeanor is dignified, his brows have the arrogance of a top aristocrat, such a person, when he glances at you, he seems to be giving alms.

He is a prince and she is not Cinderella.Because Cinderella is a noble woman.

"Qingqing." He stretched out his hand.

She looked up at him, his expression was as gentle as before, his eyes were soft and watery, with affection and reservation.

She couldn't see clearly before, but now, she can see clearly.

Putting her soft catkins into his hands, Song Zhuo was startled and looked at her incredulously.

These days, she has been fighting with him, silently resisting, not touching him, not talking to him.

Now, she actually took the initiative to put her hand in his.Song Zhuo held her little hand tightly, unable to hide his excitement.

"You hurt me." She whispered, her voice was still cold, but it carried a little bit of complaint from before.

Song Zhuo was slightly shaken, excited and joyful, he picked her up and hugged her tightly into his arms, his voice was soft and affectionate: "Okay, cousin won't hurt Qingqing, hug her, okay?"

She buried her head in his shoulder: "Where are you taking me?"

"It's Qingqing's birthday today, my cousin took Qingqing out for dinner, a cruise, and watching fireworks at night."

"The tenth day of March...that's right, today is my birthday, and I'm fourteen."

"Well, I'm fourteen, and I've grown up a bit." He said as he lowered his head and kissed her forehead lightly.

The two of them chatted in low voices one after another, there was no cold war, no verbal confrontation, as if they were back before November last year, before Cheng Yuhua returned to Beijing.

But whether it was Huiping or Qingfeng Qinghe, they both felt that there was a strange feeling in this calm and warm atmosphere.

The two boarded a boat parked in the lake.The two had dinner at noon and swam on the lake several times.At night, stop at the middle of the lake.

This Mingyue Lake is crowded with boats every night, so it is very lively.But today Song Zhuo spent a lot of money to drive away those painting boats, leaving only one of their pleasure boats floating on the lake reflecting the bright moon.

Song Zhuo asked people to light fireworks, and the sky was filled with brilliant fireworks.

"Do you like it?" Song Zhuo said.

"I like it, thank you."

Song Zhuo turned to look at her, and she looked up at the fireworks.Fireworks rose and exploded, amazed for a moment, but disappeared in an instant, reflected in her eyes, flickering, and the breeze slowly raised her black hair, brushed her sleeves, she seemed to dance with the wind, In the next moment, it will disappear into his world.

Song Zhuo was shocked, stretched out his hand unconsciously, grabbed her sleeve, then held her hand tightly in the palm of his hand: "Qingqing, I really love you...I don't have any desire for you... , I really love you."

"I know." Ning Qing looked back at him, she loved her, but she had reservations.The brilliant fireworks reflected the tears on her face: "I always knew that you loved me, but until now I knew that you may not have no feelings for her! She gave up her life twice for you, and I But I didn't do anything for you, only this one, I have no right to fight. You even saved my life, no matter what, I should repay it with my body, right?"

(End of this chapter)