In the cabin, the warm and jade-like Chunyuan Lan Mu lightly raised the jade cup in his hand, and drank the wine in the cup. The smooth jade cup is commensurate with the plain hands with distinct bones, and it is all elegant.

Suddenly, the faint eyes swept over the pure abyss Lan Qing who flew from outside the cabin, and his gaze skipped over him and looked straight at the high platform. Although it was only a sideways figure in the hazy night, although it was only a fleeting figure, the posture between the clothes and ribbons, the side face with a chuckle. It also made him recognize it lightly.

The slender fingers tightened the jade cup in his hand, and slowly put it down, and then raised his eyes to look at Chunyuan Lanqing, who had fallen on the bow of the boat and was taking the glass lamp.

Chunyuan Lanyu on the side hugged left and right, the beauty was in his arms, and the glass after glass of wine was poured into the mouth of the beauty next to him. The already handsome face was full of ridicule at the moment, and the reddish face added a sense of charm.

It is no secret that the fifth prince Chunyuan Lanyu is a romantic figure.

Obviously Chunyuan Lan Yu, who was laughing at the beauty, was only focused on having fun, and did not pay any attention to the things outside.

Chunyuan Lanmu put down the jade cup in his hand, then stood up and walked towards the bow of the boat, Chunyuan Lanyu was with a beauty*, did not pay attention, it can be said that he saw it but did not ask questions.

Outside the cabin, the pot exploded at this moment, and all the girls looked at the young man at the bow of the boat who was looking up to pick up the lanterns, and the already handsome face was even more charming under the glittering light at the moment.

All the girls watching were wondering if the young man would take off the lantern and give it to herself.

"Sixteen."

In the cabin, the voice of Chunyuan Lanmu suddenly sounded, and Chunyuan Lanqing, who was picking up the lanterns, heard this, and turned his head to look at Chunyuan Lanmu who was walking slowly between the curtains.

"Sixth brother, what's the matter?"

This time, when his gaze took off the lantern, the knot, which was about to be untied, was tightly wound again.

And Chunyuan Lan Mu, who was about to walk out slowly in the cabin, slowly withdrew his right hand, and disappeared into the cabin with a dodge.

Like a misty immortal, his whereabouts are uncertain, and he will ride away at any time, as if he will ride away in the clouds and fog at any time, Chunyuan Lanqing has always thought so in his heart.

Seeing this, Chunyuan Lanqing shouted, "Sixth brother, where are you going?" ”

No one responded, so he scratched his head and continued to knot the rope, which looked depressing, wasn't it almost untied? Why is it getting tighter again?

Annoyed, Chunyuan Lanqing flashed a hand knife, and saw that the rope was broken abruptly. The figure flashed and flew towards the high platform not far away.

The crowd boiled again, and they all rubbed their eyes to look, but they couldn't see Fang Cai's figure anymore, and the lanterns that were originally hanging were nowhere to be seen.

Chunyuan Lan Qing flew down on the high platform, but only saw the wine jar lying alone on the ground, where was the shadow of the two of them.

"Ancient painting fan! You wait for Master Ben! ”

The sound of hatred was blown away in the night sky by the night wind, and the blue figure disappeared immediately.

……

Gu Huafan and Liufu ran around the street, only to feel that the distance should be about far away, so they stopped to breathe.

The ancient painting fan chuckled while breathing. Liufu on the side also laughed happily.

"This Sixteenth Highness, if you don't look for something for a day, it's like you can't sleep!" The ancient painting fan smiled.

After Liufu was finished, he drooped his face again, and said: "Sister Fan'er, let's run away like this, and when we return to the palace, His Highness Sixteen will come up with any ideas to tease, what should I do.5./books//153/

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"What to do! Even if we don't run, we can't be idle, so let it be! Gu Huafan raised his eyebrows and said.

It's really that this Sixteenth Highness is too flamboyant on weekdays, and he has to make a fuss about everything and nothing, even if he has scruples about his identity in his heart, he can always make her break the success when she encounters something about him.

"Huh? It's so lively over there, let's go check it out. Lukfoku seemed to have discovered a new continent again, and ran towards the crowded place with a shout. Of course, I won't forget to pull the fan of the ancient painting.

"Liufu, if you squeeze it any further, you will be an adult!" The ancient painting fan laughed and scolded, standing outside the crowd and looking at Liufu who was desperately squeezing in. It's really that the sweaty appearance of this Liufu is too funny.

I really didn't want to squeeze around anymore, so the ancient painting fan stood outside the crowd and waited for him.

There seems to be something rushing to answer the question, and from time to time, someone will struggle to answer the question, and then there will be a burst of applause, but it is quite lively. After a while, a lot of people gathered, pushing and shoving, and the ancient painting fan couldn't dodge, and it was violently pushed to the ground.

Gu Huafan cried bitterly in her heart, and quickly stretched out her hand to cover her face, this is an illusion, this is an illusion, how could she fall!

However, the expected pain did not come, and the body was helped by a pair of arms.

The ancient painting fan unexpectedly removed her hand, and the face that caught her eye made her heart beat violently.

The face that was as warm as jade, and the elegant smile on the corner of his lips were the pure abyss Lan Mu who had just disappeared into the cabin.

After a while, the ancient painting fan broke free with hindsight, and was about to say goodbye, but was stopped by Chunyuan Lanmu again.

"This is outside the palace, so you don't have to be polite." The elegant voice hit the depths of my heart.

The ancient painting fan pursed his lips and said softly: "Thank you, Your Highness Six!" ”

Chunyuan Lan Mu chuckled, grabbed the wrist of the ancient painting fan with his backhand and walked towards the place where there was less crowd. The crowd of people who were pushing around him were cleverly avoided by him one by one.

The ancient painting fan looked at the wrist he was holding, and he was distracted for a while. Whether she forgot to break free, or didn't want to break free, she didn't know.

Suddenly, the ancient painting fan turned his head to look at the crowded crowd behind him and hurriedly said, "Liufu is still in the crowd, what if he can't find me?" ”

Chunyuan Lan Mu didn't reply and said, "Naturally, someone will answer him, you don't have to worry." ”

Hearing this, he nodded, and then the ancient painting fan let go of his heart, pursed his lips and said nothing, and slowly walked forward with him.

The outstanding posture of the two walked slowly together in the chaotic crowd, the night was just right, and everyone's interest was high, and they didn't seem to pay attention.

In a restaurant on the side, the window was wide open, and the plain-clothed young man leaning on the guardrail was slightly tilted in his hand, and the wine in the pot was spilled on the ground without knowing it.

The slightly green but very handsome face was slightly stunned at the moment, the thin lips pursed slightly, and the shocked eyes looked straight at the white figure in the crowd and couldn't come back to his senses. It wasn't until the figure walked to the end of the long street that the corner vanished. Only then did he suddenly come back to his senses, and as soon as he threw the wine jug in his hand, he jumped up with a light effort, and hurriedly chased the figure along the roof.

In the hazy night, the blue jade tassel on the waist shone under the lustrous moonlight, exuding a lustrous luster.

……

Bustling crowds, flowery markets, and blur in the hazy night. The ancient painting fan felt that this moment was like a dream.

Turning his head to look at the night light, his upright side face, and his moist face, seemed to have a warm current across his heart, but it was mixed with an inexplicable dazed loss.