The lanterns are like day, and it seems that the people who have just recovered from the turmoil in southern Xinjiang can finally spare their energy to celebrate, and there is a bustling and lively flower scene in Lin'an City tonight.

The purple-clothed girl who sneaked out of the house alone, with a cold face with a desire for the smell of fireworks outside, hurriedly pushed her wheelchair, her heart beating like a little rabbit, for fear that someone in the house would find out that she was missing.

Blending into the voices and bustle outside, her mood was jubilant, because of her poor health, so the people in the house never allowed her to travel alone, many times, she felt like a prisoner in Jing Zhaoyin's mansion, not a daughter.

“…… At that time, more than a dozen people from southern Xinjiang slashed up with long knives, thanks to our young general, the bravery was incomparable......"

It's that Hofe again.

The girl in purple listened intently and with a little curiosity.

In this wine shop, the space to eavesdrop on other people's conversations, the face of the young general has been sketched countless appearances in her heart.

Listening to what they say, is there really a character like the god of war in the world? A young boy, only a few years older than himself, can use his backbone to support the hope of this country, fight his way out of the blood, and save the endangered royal family.

The girl in purple pondered inwardly and pushed her wheelchair out of the wine shop.

The streets were no longer as gloomy as they had been for a while, and the gloomy atmosphere that had been hovering over the capital seemed to have finally been dispelled with the pacification of southern Xinjiang, and she walked forward carelessly.

The big fireworks exploded brightly in the sky above her, pedestrians have stopped, walking in such a peaceful and prosperous world, she couldn't help but stop the movements of her hands, with a little fascination, raised her head, and enjoyed this rare quiet time with satisfaction, although the street was full of people, but she was unexpectedly happy in a corner of peace.

"Guess the lantern riddle, guess the lantern riddle! If there is a winning bidder, send a rabbit lamp! ”

A shout made her look up.

Just as the bell cart drove behind her, the hawker's cry and the bell collided with each other, ringing in her ears, and the figure standing in front of the lantern stall was engraved as if her fate could not be revealed in her life.

I can't tell what difference there is in that figure, but the girl in purple feels that it is difficult to take her eyes off again.

Driven by curiosity, she pushed the wheelchair and quietly passed, where after some shouting has gathered a lot of people, but her eyes still glanced at the person's back from time to time, as if inspired, his eyes swept with a thin and cool gaze, she has always thought that she was dignified and self-controlled, when she met those eyes, her heart was uncontrollable like a drum, her hand was biased, her fingers were twisted into the wooden wheel, she was pulled back to her senses by pain, the man smiled playfully, he who had taken over thousands of graces, like the first snow melting, but his eyes warmed.

"This girl wants to guess the lantern riddle?"

His voice was so good, the jade collided, so that she almost lost her sense of proportion, so she had to nod her head to hide her embarrassment.

He pulled his way out of the crowd and came to her without hurrying, and just before she knew what he was going to do, his palm had already landed on the armrest of the wheelchair, pushing her wheelchair to the nearest place.

"It's just that I don't know why the micro girl ran out alone, it's not safe."

He whispered in her ear. I1483