In July, the west wind of the new autumn swept away, and before I knew it, it had reached the mid-year festival on July 15.

Although the heat has receded, it is as if there is no intention to return to the palace, the scenery on the bank of the Jinming River is quiet, and the woods are shady, which is a place that makes people forget to return.

Murong Yichuan had already intended to return, and it was inconvenient to see the minister here, but if he wanted to return after the Midyear Festival, Murong Yichuan had no choice but to follow.

On the day of the Midyear Festival, the wind was clear, as if taking Sister Qianxue and Murong Yichuan on the river together.

The dragon boat stopped in the middle of the river, and Murong Yichuan and Wanru sat on the bow of the boat, and as far as the eye could see, there were naval warships of different sizes, quietly docked on the horizontal mirror-like river, like clouds falling into the mortal world.

It was as if he had gently straightened the green silk on his sideburns, and then threw a peach pit into the water, and suddenly ripples, "Yi Chuan, if we have been here all the time, it would be good." It was like holding the hand of the man next to him and said abruptly.

Murong Yichuan pursed his lips and smiled lightly, "You told me last night that there are no Meilan Zhuju and Hibiscus Wutong here, and if you want to go back, why should you be mindful again, could it be that my beloved wife is also fickle." ”

It was like a pout, and he said with disgust; "People don't have the will to be fickle, even if there are no flowers and plants here, it is several times better than in the palace."

"Although the palace is a little complicated, it is our home after all. We have been staying here for almost a month, every day is cramped and the Jinming Hall must be boring, this time I can go back and see the autumn hibiscus, autumn rhododendrons, after a while the osmanthus chrysanthemums are also competing to open, our children will also come to the world. Murong Yichuan's hand lightly fell on his bulging abdomen, and the little guy just moved, "Is it good for us to release the river lantern tonight, pray for the safety and health of our children, pray for the peace of the country and the people, and let the soldiers stationed here each put a river lantern, they join the army, away from their parents and relatives, through a small river lantern to express lovesickness." Murong Yichuan carefully considered this proposal, and then nodded for a long time, "Everything depends on you." "On the 15th day of July, according to the custom, river lanterns should be put to express the deep remembrance of the deceased relatives or pray for the safety and auspiciousness of the relatives who are separated from each other. It seems that the reason why I insist on spending the Midyear Festival here is to see how spectacular it is to release river lanterns for 10,000 people at once.

The weather is sunny during the day, but at night it is cloudy and the moon is obscured.

Murong Yichuan asked Zhang Hengde to order that everyone from the general to the soldiers could put a river lantern to pray for their relatives, and at the same time each person was rewarded with a pound of wine and a pound of meat to celebrate the festival.

At this moment, there are countless river lanterns of different sizes floating in the river, and the river lanterns that are walking or staying in the water are also like the fall of stars in the sky, and there are no stars in the sky tonight, and the river lights are like a sea of stars in the sky.

"Do you like it?" Murong Yichuan pointed to a few bright lights floating from afar, and asked softly to Wanruo.

As if nodding, he said in a sound voice; "Like"

Murong Yichuan turned to the side, gently held the other party's chin with his hand and said softly; "In the future, we will come here every year during the Midyear Festival to enjoy the bright river lights."

"Is that true?" It was like asking happily.

Murong Yichuan said solemnly. "Jun Wu Jokes"

"Yi Chuan, let's also put a river lantern, for the red jade that is different from our sky." It seemed to stand up slowly, and then Murong Yichuan also got up, "Okay, may our red jade be safe and smooth." Speaking of Hongyu, Murong Yichuan described it indifferently, as if Hongyu was just a stranger who had nothing to do with him, and it was like giving birth to Hongyu who almost died, which made Murong Yichuan angry, Hongyu was not there, and he couldn't see it, and he was not upset. Although Wanruo couldn't catch a glance at Hongyu, but he was thinking about it, in order to prevent Murong Yichuan from having a heart, he tried his best to show that he also cared about Hongyu.

Seeing the river lantern he put down with his own hands drifting farther and farther, Wanruo's heart seemed to be going farther and farther with this lamp, as if he had gone to the unstained Yunmeng Mountain, and saw the red jade that he had met in countless dreams.

"The river lantern is gone, let's go back and rest." Murong Yichuan took his wife, who was sad because of his longing for his daughter, into his arms. As if shaking his head, "We are putting a river lantern for the peace of the sky." ”

When he mentioned Ping'er, Murong Yichuan frowned slightly, and his heart suddenly became a little heavy, "Okay, I pray that Ping'er will be reincarnated as a human as soon as possible." ”

The second river lantern was put away, as if a third lamp had been put on, "This lamp, for us, may our husband and wife have a long relationship, may the queen mother have a long life and good health, and may our children be united and friendly." Kangtai worry-free. ”

After Murong Yichuan sent Wanruo back to the dormitory, he silently returned to the boat, he released a river lantern alone, for Xuan Xuan, who was separated from his yin and yang, Murong Yichuan would quietly release a river lantern for Ximen Ruoxuan on July 15 every year.

Murong Yichuan was afraid that he would be suspicious if he stayed too long, and after putting down the river lantern, he quickly returned to the dormitory.

Going back to the palace tomorrow is like putting together the things you want to take away and preparing to take them away.

Murong Yichuan silently looked as if he had sorted out his baggage, then gently picked it up and returned to the couch, "Will you still be so good to me when I go back?" As if there were always some gains and losses, she was afraid that the single-mindedness she had in front of her would become a luxury tomorrow.

Murong Yichuan smiled calmly, "Silly girl, we are all us at any time, but after returning to the palace, I will naturally be busy with the government and politics, and it is impossible to stick to you all the time like here." ”

"You know that I didn't mean that, I mean-" Murong Yichuan of course understood the meaning of Wanruo's words, but he still deliberately pretended to be stupid, and before Wanruo could say it clearly, he used his warm kiss to block back what the other party was about to say.