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And not only here, but also at the 20 or so gates inside and outside the city of Tokyo, the government has set up music sheds, and the alleys at the corners are movie theater sheds one after another, for the elderly and children to watch and have fun.

The Haiyan River is clear, and the world is peaceful.

Fu Nianjun saw more things through the smiling faces with joy and joy.

The people were very excited, they looked at the tall Xuande Tower city gate from afar, if the moonlight was bright enough, they could even see the emperor's faint figure.

That's enough for them to enjoy it for a few nights.

Fu Nianjun didn't know how to evaluate the current emperor, this Guangzong Daowu Emperor.

Although he is not like his uncle, who is the founder of the country and can fight well, he is also not like his father, who sat firmly on the country and single-handedly planned a new country.

He was even a little mediocre in people's evaluation in the future, he favored Concubine Zhang Shu, couldn't suppress the Empress Dowager Xu, and caused a bunch of troubles for his relatives, he was too weak and too gentle, and he was either able to overstep the lord or the eunuchs were overstepping.

He was not wise enough, not martial enough, and even because of his indecisiveness, he indirectly led his sons to kill each other.

But Fu Nianjun knows that the people in thirty years will not live faster than they are now.

Today's people, at least under the governance of this sickly emperor, enjoy freedom and happiness, unrestrained, so that there is no one before or after the Shangyuan Lantern Festival.

What is the standard of the peaceful and prosperous world? Fu Nianjun, as a little lady in the boudoir, she can't comment.

She only knew that the Shangyuan Festival thirty years later was full of officers and soldiers with swords and guns and cold faces; citizens inside and outside the city had to verify their identities, and citizens who were not registered in Tokyo had to be expelled from the city; those who performed in a hundred operas had to be investigated and restricted by the government, and those who entered Beijing from other places were not approved; on the 17th and 18th of the first lunar month, there were no more fireworks of all kinds ordered by the emperor, and it was absolutely impossible for the people to see the emperor on the castle tower again......

The pleasure on their faces was a little lighter than it was now.

Fu Nianjun sighed, she was used to Tokyo thirty years later, and after seeing such a grand occasion again, she couldn't help but think, maybe this is what the prosperous world should look like.

"Lady, lady......"

Fangzhu and Yilan happily pulled Fu Nianjun's sleeves, and wanted to go to the lamp bridge next to them to play, the bridge by the square was set up with a wooden mast, a tower-shaped bamboo frame was placed, and the lights were put up layer by layer, looking from afar, this bridge seemed to connect the heavens and the earth, the fire trees and silver flowers, infinitely gorgeous.

Fu Nianjun calculated the time, and it was not yet time to go to see the Wei family, so he was willing to follow the crowd to enjoy the lanterns.

Today's scene is really a bit chaotic, there are three or five naughty children running on the bridge deck, all of them rolling big ball lights in their hands, hula and pull against the ground and shuttling through the crowd, crowding up the people who are in groups.

"Hey, you ......"

Fangzhu and Yilan were so anxious to protect Fu Nianjun, afraid that she would be hit by them, the crowd was surging, Fu Nianjun was squeezed to the side of the bridge at once, stumbled slightly, stepped on a stone step, she almost fell, Fu Nianjun tried her best to stabilize her body, felt that her ankle was broken, and she couldn't care about the pain, she heard Fangzhu and Yilan's exclamations:

"Lady!"

Fu Nianjun felt that there was a shadow shaking in front of him, and when he looked up, it turned out that a large square lamp made of raw silk paste on his head was crumbling, and it was about to fall.

Fu Nianjun's feet were hurting, Fangzhu and Yilan couldn't walk against the flow of people for a while, she didn't have time to move, the light above her head shook a few times, and finally couldn't support it and fell......

Fortunately, Fu Nianjun felt that his arm was pinched, and in a blink of an eye, he was turned around and re-established on the bridge deck.

The lamp had shattered as it had fallen to where she had been standing.

The people around were taken aback, and they spontaneously vacated a space.

Fu Nianjun breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn around and thank you.

Fangzhu and Yilan immediately rushed to her side, but Fangzhu stared at Fu Nianjun's back with a pair of eyes......

The force on his arm let go.

"Are you alright?"

The man's voice sounded like that of a teenager.

"It's okay, thank you Lang Jun ......"

Fu Nianjun turned his head, and immediately understood why Fangzhu's eyes were so wide.

As the saying goes, where do you not meet in life!

Whether it is as the new owner of the body of "Fu Raohua", or as the crown princess Fu Nianjun who has died in the East Palace, the person she least wants to see is so frank and frank, using the lights of a city as the background, and appeared in front of her without disguise.

A face that is more beautiful and magnificent than a spring flower, but this person's body is already full of the aura of slaughter.

Fu Nianjun lowered her eyes, and a chill swept through the back of her neck.

She never thought about this situation.

This is Qi Zhaoruo, the bastard who teased herself, this is also Zhou Shaomin, the enemy who sent her into Huangquan!

Qi Zhaoruo looked at the little lady in front of him, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

She knows herself.

"Ah Jing. ”

He called out sideways, and a small, clever little man emerged from the crowd.

Since his own Langjun lost his memory, Ah Jing was personally named by the eldest princess to be by Qi Zhaoruo's side with his excellent generalization ability and memory to help him "remember" various characters.

Ah Jing glanced at Fu Nianjun, and suddenly said "uh" like a hen who was choked by the neck.

"Fu, Fu......"

The second lady of the Fu family! How should he introduce him?

This has been with you for a long time, what are you talking about with him, how do you know about this little guy! Isn't this embarrassing for him?

Do you want me, a subordinate, to relay your own peach blossom debt?

The key is that this Fu Niangzi's background is also quite strong.

Ah Jing didn't know how to explain the "indescribable" between Qi Zhaoruo and Fu Nianjun.

Qi Zhaoruo frowned.

Fangzhu didn't know if he was particularly bold in the atmosphere of Shangyuan's festival, but he was suddenly bold, and took Fu Nianjun behind him, crossed his waist, and his shrewd temperament reappeared in the rivers and lakes, staring at Ah Jing fiercely:

"Fu what?"

Her lady has already said that she wants to break off the relationship with the surnamed Qi and clear up the relationship, what if someone sees them in one place tonight, and attracts a scolding princess?

Fangzhu straightened his chest and suddenly became fearless.

"Fu, Fu, Fu......" Ah Jing began to knot his tongue in such a fierce gaze, and he was also bluffed, and casually said to himself: "Isn't it someone nearby!"

Qi Zhaoruo: "......"

Fu Nianjun also: "......"

Ah Jing coughed, and could only secretly pull Laqi Zhaoruo's sleeve.

This implies that some words will be said separately by the master and servant.

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Sprinkled with dog blood, a hormone-filled night always has a lot of stories. And, Shangyuan is a big plot.