Han Jiang shook his head and said, "This knife can't be given to you, it's my cooking knife." ”

Jiang Qian'er pouted and said, "Wouldn't it be a pity to cook with such a good knife." ”

"You don't understand this, it's spiritual."

Jiang Qian'er thought for a while and said, "Then you go out with me to play, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Chang'an City is very lively at night." ”

"I came here on the third day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye."

Jiang Qian'er took his hand and said, "Don't think about it, the imperial brothers are preparing for the Mid-Autumn Festival in the past few days, they won't come to you, let's go." ”

"It's not dark yet, what are we going to do?"

kicked him and said, "How did you mother-in-law and mother-in-law, you will know when you arrive." ”

The two ignored the eyes of others, holding hands and walking on the street, Jiang Qian'er was familiar with the road, bought a jar of wine and a bunch of pastries, Han Jiang's hands were full of things, if it wasn't for the improvement of his physique, he really couldn't stand it.

Jiang Qian'er picked up a handkerchief and wiped his sweat, and said with a sweet smile: "It's time for us to set off for the destination, where is a good place, I know alone." ”

Hanjiang looked at the sky as it was getting late, the sun was slowly setting in the sky, and the clouds in the sky were dyed red.

"Let's go there, aren't we looking at the lanterns?"

"What's so good about the lanterns, I can see them next year, I go to the place where you go is the most beautiful place in the world, don't ask, everything is up to me."

……

In the palace, hundreds of civil and military officials came to the palace one after another to participate in the annual Mid-Autumn Festival party, and the music and song and dance resounded throughout the palace.

Imperial Dining Room.

"Roasted goose, boiled duck, steamed bear's paw, Babaoshan ......"

There are dozens of dish names, and there are all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas.

There is the rhythmic sound of chopping vegetables, and flames are rising from the pot.

The head of the imperial dining room said as he walked: "The annual Mid-Autumn Festival, the emperor is very concerned, if you please the emperor, then your reward is just around the corner, and there is a lack of a deputy chief manager around the miscellaneous family." ”

The imperial dining room was not disturbed by what he said in the slightest, and it was orderly.

Drinking and having fun in the palace, colorful silk floated in the air, slowly landed, and a dancer in the middle, dressed in a looming and very sultry way.

Stepping lightly with bare jade feet, his face covered with a thin veil, slowly moving with the rhythm.

The half-sleeved orchid finger in his hand, the skirt dragged six pieces of Xiangjiang water. The man dance moves lightly and hides like the wind, and the temples are towering over a section of clouds in Wushan.

Everyone has a love for beauty, not to mention that such a beautiful woman twists her body and is provocative everywhere. The officials watched and ate as if they were drunk.

The dancer danced, got up and saluted the emperor's hundred officials, and then disappeared in front of her.

Li Longji looked very happy: "Everyone Aiqing, how is it compared to dancing." ”

"Your Majesty bothered, let me wait and enjoy it."

Long Yan Yiyue, raised his wine glass and said, "I have a drink with the hundred officials." ”

They all raised their glasses and drank them all.

The eunuch beside the emperor sang: "During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Your Majesty is sympathetic to the civil and military officials, and specially collects ingredients to make a hundred delicacies, which are hereby tasted and served." ”

The dishes were presented one by one, and the aroma of the palace filled the palace.

"Aiqing, move the chopsticks."

The shop was filled with laughter.

Master Ling Shi held his big belly and said while eating: "How do I feel that this year's dishes are not as delicious as in previous years." ”

"Haha, that's because you eat too many dishes cooked by the cold shopkeeper, and you have no taste for other people's cooking."

It caused the Chinese people to burst into laughter.

When the emperor saw that the emperor was happy, he asked, "What makes you like this?" ”

"Master Shi thinks that the imperial chef in the palace is not as good as the cold shopkeeper of the Chinese restaurant."

The emperor asked differently: "Oh, what is the place of the Chinese restaurant, can it be in my Chang'an City." ”

Ling Shi wiped his mouth and saluted: "Your Majesty, the Chinese Restaurant is located at the foot of the Imperial City, and it has been open for less than a month, and there are a lot of rules in that place, but it is nothing compared to what the shopkeeper Han makes. ”

The emperor became interested, thought for a while, and said: "I don't think it's better to be like this, how about I draw up a holy decree and hold a food god competition." ”

Li Yao got up and saluted: "Father, the son knows this person, the Han shopkeeper is called Han Jiang, he is a strange person, not only the things he makes are delicious, but this person's knowledge also makes the son admired." ”

"Academics are cooks, and I'm very interested in this Hanjiang. The small is hidden in the mountains, and the big is hidden in the city, I don't know who he is, so you can evaluate him like this. ”

……

Han Jiang carried Jiang Qian'er all the way to the back mountain of Chang'an City.

Accompanied by beautiful women, the bright moon shone high, and the two drank wine and snuggled together.

"Hanjiang, the moon is so beautiful today."

Jiang Qian'er stood up and stretched out her hand to touch the bright moon, and felt the temperature of the moon with her little hands closed.

At this time, Jiang Qian'er was so beautiful in Hanjiang's eyes.

The delicate long black hair, often draped over the shoulders, is slightly feminine, and sometimes the long hair is loosely counted, showing a different style, suddenly from mature to cute, which makes people love and pity again. The white skin is like a freshly peeled egg, the big eyes flash as if they can speak, the small red lips and the white of the skin are more distinct, a pair of small dimples are evenly distributed on both sides of the cheeks, a shallow smile, the dimples are in the face, the cheeks are looming, cute as a fairy.

It's not as lively as before, but it has a touch of different beauty.

Time seems to stay in this picture, Han Jiang looked at her stupidly, at this time Jiang Qian'er was not the crazy girl in his eyes, but more like an unreachable and undesecrated fairy.

Jiang Qian'er opened her eyes and looked at him for a moment and smiled. Gently taking his hand, he ran towards the grass that could only reach his ankles, and with each step a frightened firefly flew out, like stars.

The two were lying on the grass, surrounded by fireflies.

Jiang Qian'er's beautiful eyes looked at him and said, "Am I beautiful?" ”

"Beautiful, like a fairy."

Jiang Qian'er took off the necklace around her neck, put it on him and said, "This is given to me by my mother, I have been with me since I was a child, and now I will give it to you." ”

At this time, the beauty and beautiful scenery made him particularly comfortable and hugged each other tightly.

……

The lights in Chang'an City were colorful, and the two walked side by side holding hands.

There are many vendors on the roadside, selling lanterns and guessing lantern riddles.

Jiang Qian'er saw that others were putting Kong Ming lanterns, so she said to Han Jiang: "Han Jiang, let's go put the lanterns." ”

Han Jiang nodded.

The two of them wrote on a lamp.

Jiang Qian'er: I hope that this will always be the case, accompanied by the left and right.

Hanjiang: I hope she lives every day happily.

Kong Ming lanterns fly higher and higher, farther and farther. Jiang Qian'er asked, "What did you write?" ”

"You can't say it, and if you say it, it won't work."

"How come, this is a prayer to God, as long as Xincheng will be spiritual."

"This is a custom in my hometown, because this is a secret between me and God, and I can't tell anyone else."

Han Jiang took her back to the palace, and he also returned to the small courtyard, lying on the bed tossing and turning, his mind full of Jiang Qian'er's delicate face.

He was wondering if he would rewrite history if he became close to Jiang Qian'er. What happens after an ancient man marries a modern man.

Han Jiang patted his head and said in his heart: "She is a princess, what am I thinking." ”