Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 23

In the 23rd year of Wu'an, early spring.

night.

Ying'an Lantern Festival.

The ten-mile long street is brightly lit and full of voices.

Zhuque Street seems to be more prosperous, with all kinds of lanterns hanging high on both sides, lifelike goldfish lanterns, lifelike lotus lanterns, simple and elegant palace gauze lanterns...there are countless.

The colorful lanterns are beautiful in shape, exquisite in decoration and fine in workmanship, making people dazzled and beautiful.

The people who came to see the lanterns crowded shoulder to shoulder, in groups of three, and in groups of five. Everyone's faces were filled with joy, and they kept watching beside the lanterns.

On the boat by the river, the dancers waved their sleeves and wore long skirts like veils, flying and twirling in the beautiful Chang'an.

"I see Liuli!!"

Among the bustling crowd, the night breeze lifted Fu Ling's clothes and hair.

Her brows and eyes are slightly raised, she is wearing a white shirt with fringe and a long skirt with a flowing fairy braided on her head. She is so beautiful that it cannot be eaten.

"The juggler is coming, everyone go!"

The crowd suddenly crowded, and Fu Ling was knocked off guard, and her body retreated step by step in the frenzied crowd, unable to stabilize her body at all.

Seeing that his feet slipped, he lost his balance and was about to trip.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her arm tightly and gently pulled her over.

She looked up and saw Jun Beicheng's deep eyes.

He wrapped her shoulders with one hand and held her in his arms.

In such a noisy and chaotic crowd, Fu Ling had no choice but to stay in his arms, as if leaning on a boat in a calm harbor.

When the crowd passed, Jun Beicheng directly held Fu Ling's hand.

Fu Ling looked at the pot of crabapple flowers in the distance with a smile on her eyebrows, tiptoed and whispered in Jun Beicheng's ear, "Look, it's the red pot of crabapple flowers, we have to grab it quickly, or it will be gone!"

Jun Beicheng didn't listen to the familiar aroma of herbs.

A pair of pitch-black eyes fixed on Fu Ling's fair skin.

Under her long and curly eyelashes, a pair of eyes were clear and dazzling, as if they were shining.

"Liuli? Forget it!"

Fu Ling twisted him and went to look at the pot of crabapple, waved her hands and muttered that he was distracted again.

Jun Beicheng smiled silently, and turned his gaze to the pot of crabapple flowers she was talking about.

The flowerpot is as big as a palm, and the flowers of crabapple inside are pink, in clusters, and the petals are heart-shaped, playful and beautiful.

The owner of the small stall saw the two people dressed gorgeously, so he immediately greeted them with a smile, pointing to the pot of begonias to show off.

"Girl's vision is really good. This pot of begonia is the best one that my family has grown. It is only sold to those who are destined!"

"I know," Fu Ling nodded, and immediately ran to Jun Beicheng's side, holding his arm and smiling brightly, "Last time you said that these flowers were only sold to young couples, to be honest, this is my husband-in-law!"

The stall owner suddenly realized: "Oh, that little girl is you!"

Fuling looked up at him.

Do they count, old couple...

The hawker owner picked up the pot of crabapple flowers, looked at Poria hesitantly, and asked her in disbelief, "But last time you said—"

Before the boss finished speaking, Fu Ling's forehead felt cold, her eyes widened like copper bells, and the hand holding Jun Beicheng froze at the corner of his clothes.



(End of this chapter)