"Not really."

Feng Wuwu hadn't opened her mouth yet, and Jun Moran had already rejected it for her.

Jimo Yinren pursed his mouth, his immature bun face showed a trace of loneliness, and he begged Jun Mo Ran in a low voice, "Regent, I want to put a sky lantern for the queen mother." ”

"Not really."

Jun Moran's voice was cold, with innate arrogance, wild, and his words revealed non-negotiable domineering.

Hearing this, Jimo Yinren's dark eyes were eclipsed, and he slowly lowered his head, his hands unconsciously twisted together, "Regent, I feel very lonely. ”

Feng Wuwu saw that Jimo Yinren lowered his round little head, as if there were tears in his eyes, and he couldn't bear it.

She tugged Jun Moran's arm lightly and whispered, "Regent, it only takes an hour to put a sky lantern, and you can't make a mistake." ”

"You want to go?"

Jun Moran turned his head and asked Feng Wuwu in a deep voice.

Feng Wuwu nodded, she already likes to be lively, and it is better to squeeze in the crowd than to dye this fierce face in front of Jun Mo.

"Let's go."

Jun Moran suddenly let go and walked forward.

Jimo Yinren blinked, secretly gave Feng Wuwu a thumbs up, and immediately jumped up and down to Jun Mo Ran's side, carefully tugging at his robe, "Regent, you are really the most merciful person in the world. ”

Feng Wuwu shook his head, especially despised this little emperor who had no real power and could only pat on the back.

However, Feng Wuwu, who prides himself on being mighty and unyielding, also obediently obeyed Jun Moran's lethal eye knife.

She casually called Qingluan, and then imitated Jimo Yinren decently, and naturally held Jun Moran's hand, "Regent, you are really the most handsome, chic, generous and benevolent person in the world. ”

"Feng Wuwu, you imitate me!"

"What's wrong with the imitation? The regent is not yours alone. ”

Feng Wuwu retorted eloquently, she tilted her head slightly, and asked Jun Moran coincidentally, "You're right?" ”

Jun Moran narrowed his eyes quite relentlessly, and then ruthlessly threw Jimo Yinren aside, "Pull and pull, what kind of system is it?" ”

Jimo Yinren glanced aggrievedly at Feng Wuwu, who was tightly snuggled by Jun Mo Ran's side, and said angrily, "Regent, you are partial!" ”

"What's your business?"

Jun Mo dyed his thin lips lightly, and his voice was charming, leading people to fall.

Jimo Yinren was choked with a blue and red face, and he couldn't answer a word, so he was so anxious that he stomped his feet, "You are embarrassed!" ”

Qingluan made a silent gesture and whispered, "Your Majesty, not only are they embarrassed, but they also plan to take advantage of the dark moon and the wind to secretly tie the knot. As the saying goes, it is better to demolish ten temples than to destroy a marriage. If we disturb the Yaxing of the two of them, do more evil? ”

"Bead tires are darkly knotted! Are you saying that the regent intends to have a child for Feng Wuwu? Jimo Yinren's eyes widened in shock, and his fleshy hands covered his mouth and nose tightly.

"You are the emperor, everything is right."

Qingluan thought that if she wanted to get pregnant, it should be her young lady's pregnancy, but the time was not ripe, and she didn't dare to expose her young lady's daughter.

The lights are on, and the night is not shining.

On both sides of the ancient road, singing and dancing, the ink is fragrant.

Under the bright moonlight, the figures reflected on the ground are in pairs, and the shadows follow each other.

Feng Wuwu raised his eyes, his clear eyes stared directly at Jun Mo's side face, and whispered, "Regent, aren't you excited that I hold you like this?" Isn't it proud? ”

"........." was overjoyed, but he would never admit it.

"If you feel very proud, and your vanity is greatly satisfied, can you give a bounty?"

Jun Moran looked back, and lightly glanced at Feng Wuwu, who was smiling, and was particularly confused, "Lost again?" ”

"A hundred taels is not too much, is it?"

"Remember, from now on you can only use the money that the king has given you. Whatever others give, they all burn. ”

Jun Moran threw the ring around his waist into Feng Wuwu's arms, and said casually, "This is the only one in the world." If you lose it, this king is the only one who asks. ”

Feng Wuwu took the jade ring that exuded a faint fragrance of ambergris, and whispered, "In my opinion, your old man's ring pendant, it is not a ring pendant, it is clearly a hot potato." ”

Jun Moran raised his hand and pinched her face fiercely, "You dare to dislike what this king gave you?" ”

"Don't dare."

She responded, and then took the ring pei that still had residual warmth in her hand into her arms.

Behind him, Jimo Yinren was shocked.

He asked Qingluan in disbelief, "I'm really not dreaming?" ”

"If there is still the shadow of a slave in your dream, the slave will wake up laughing."

Qingluan spoke quickly, and as soon as the words came out, he felt speechless and made a big red face.

However, Jimo Yinren didn't hear what Qingluan said at all, he muttered to himself, "The regent's ring is left by the old prince of the Jun family. After the old prince died on the battlefield eight years ago, the ring on the regent's body never left his body. ”

Feng Wuwu took in what Jimo Yinren said, she didn't expect Jun Mo Ran to give her such an important ring for him.

For a moment, she was a little overwhelmed.

"Regent, if you can't pay the reward, why don't you write an IOU first? Huanpei is too precious, and the small ones dare not accept them. ”

Jun Mo Ran ignored it, standing on the bank of the moat, the lights in the sky and the ribbon-like river water, filling his black and golden eyes.

Feng Wuwu stood side by side with him, looking fixedly at the bustling night scene of Kyoto in the east.

Countless sky lanterns soared into the sky and shone over the stars.

Jimo Yinren was sad, his eyes were slightly red, and the word "I love" slowly fell on the sky lantern with a pen.

Feng Wuwu stared at the sky lantern in his hand in a daze, thought for a long time, and finally wrote the words "Feng Wuwu" on the lamp.

"Are you crazy? The sky lantern is in the place of sorrow, you live well, nominated on the sky lantern, how unlucky! Jimo Yinren asked puzzled.

Hearing this, Jun Moran frowned slightly, and straightforwardly tore the sky lantern in Feng Wuwu's hand.

"What's wrong with your old man?"

Feng Wuwu looked at Jun Moran with an indifferent expression for some reason, changed the sky lantern, and was about to mention the word, but he blocked it again.

"You old man is really superstitious!"

She originally wanted to put a sky lantern on the original owner of her body, but Jun Mo Ran seemed to mind her mentioning words on the sky lantern, so she had to give up.

After a moment of stalemate, Feng Wuwu had no choice but to settle for the next best thing and put a wordless sky lantern.

She glanced sideways slightly, and saw Jun Moran staring silently at the night scene of the moat, and said softly, "Regent, don't you put sky lanterns?" ”

"Boring."

Jun Mo dyed his thin lips lightly, in his opinion, the act of putting sky lanterns was meaningless.

People walk tea cool.

Once you're dead, it's too late to do anything.

"Dead ducks have hard mouths."

Feng Wuwu muttered in a low voice, turned around and lightly held a sky lantern that had not yet been lit, and wrote on the lamp with full attention, "Pray for the eternal survival of the heroic spirit, may the mountains and rivers be safe".

After writing the last stroke seriously, Feng Wuwu personally handed over the sky lantern to Jun Mo Ran.

Eight years ago, the palace guards fought desperately to fight a bloody road, in exchange for a glimmer of life for Jun Mo Ran and Jun Fu.

Although Feng Wuwu couldn't empathize, he could also understand Jun Moran's mood at that time.

On the brightly lit moat, there was only a sky lantern between the two of them, and the distance between the two hearts was suddenly close.

Jun Mo's hand was lightly covered on the back of Feng Wuwu's hand, and the tip of his heart seemed to have sprouted a young bud.

She did exactly what he had always wanted to do.

Put a sky lantern for the heroic soul and the deceased parents.

On the top floor of Changfeng Restaurant, Fu Yeshen and Baili Heze drank each other under the clear moon.

Fu Yeshen's red clothes were stunning, and Danfeng, who seemed to be smiling, had a hint of drunkenness in his eyes, "Aze, this time I really made the right bet for you." I believe that it won't be long before Feng Wuwu will become a major weakness of Jun Mo Dyeing. When the time comes, as long as we threaten him with his fatal weakness, he will obediently obey. ”

Baili Heze led his neck and drank the wine in the cup.

On the side of the moat, where the lights are shining, the two people who are entangled in each other look particularly harmonious.

But in the eyes of Baili Heze, it is particularly dazzling.

It was clear that everything was going smoothly in his plan, but he felt more and more uncomfortable in his heart.

Fu Ye got up suddenly, gently shaking the folding fan with one hand, dressed in a red-clothed demon posture, like a demon in the rolling red dust, and the evil spirit flowed in Gu Pan.

"The auspicious time has come."

"Shen, if you can, don't hurt Feng Wuwu."

Baili Heze followed and got up, his black hair was scattered behind him, untied or untied, swaying with the wind.

Fu Yeshen's smile deepened, "Aze, since you pushed him into Jun Moran's arms with your own hands, you should be ready to hurt him all over your body." ”

This time, Baili Heze was no longer speechless.

In the light mist, he wore a plain robe and flew down to Changfeng Restaurant.

For a time, the onlookers thought that the gods had descended to earth, and they sighed one after another.

The world praised him as pure as the clouds in the sky, and no one knew how unbearable his past was.