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Chapter 249 Strange things about the Lantern Festival ([-])
Luo Xi has always handled things in a proper manner, and if she offered to enter the palace with them, does that mean...

What will happen tonight?

Holding the sword in his hand tightly, Qin Shu turned around and followed them into the house.

As for Xueying, she just looked at the clothes that were delivered with great interest.

At the same time, he kept pestering Luo Xi and asked, "Brother Xi, why did the emperor give me clothes?"

She asked this question because she thought of a word: You don't get paid for nothing.

Whether she accepts other people's gifts casually or anything else, she feels a little guilty.
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Although the dress is indeed very beautiful.

Glancing at Qin Shu, Luo Xi said, "Perhaps it's to reward Ying'er for doing a good job in the Imperial Hospital. Especially Ying'er cured the Queen Mother's illness. What's more..."

Facing those clear eyes, smiled slightly, and continued: "What's more, this is Ying'er's last festival in the palace, isn't it?"

Xueying nodded, thinking it made sense: "That's right!"

Once the Lantern Festival is over, they can leave the palace.

She suddenly clapped her hands and laughed, "I can see Master again!"

His little face was a little flushed, and his smile was charming.

The soft voice was full of unconcealable joy: "I don't know that the old man has returned to the mountain now?"

The thought of being able to leave the palace made her really happy!
Inside the palace.

As soon as you enter the palace gate, you will be greeted by lanterns not far away, like stars falling to the ground.

Along the way, the lights and shadows echoed, like a scene in a dream.

Xue Ying followed Luo Xi through corridors of lanterns, and finally arrived at the Royal Garden.

In an instant, Xue Ying was stunned by the scene in front of her.

But I saw that the tree covered with all kinds of lanterns seemed to be shrouded in thousands of lights, and flowers formed by fireworks of various colors bloomed on every branch.

The moon-like full moon in the sky poured down the moonlight, gurgling like flowing water.

The wind blows with a bit of spring, and it happens to bring some cold fragrance of plum blossoms.

On the tree in front of you, the flowers made of silk look like peonies blooming wantonly in the dark night under the light, which is even more special.

At this moment, I can't tell what is a real flower and what is a fake flower.

What is real and what is phantom.

(End of this chapter)