The bazaar was very lively, bustling with people coming and going, and the people were looking forward to joy. Today is the day for them to put out their lamps and pray for blessings. The Festival of Lights is a festival where they say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, and each lamp will write their wishes to pray for their wishes. But the world is changing, why not ask for others than for yourself?

The black palace chariot passed by, exuding a luxurious atmosphere.

"Lord, the bazaar has arrived." Treasure Notice.

"Well, go ahead." Yan Ying said lazily, she just hadn't seen such a scene for a long time. She wasn't so cold and impersonal from birth. It's not that I didn't understand love and hate from birth, but I forgot about it later......

"Lord, I'm afraid the palace car won't be able to pass, the streets are narrow, the crowd is dense, if you force it in, I'm afraid of causing trouble."

"Let's go down and take a walk."

"Yes! Stop the car! "Rosewood ordered.

The white figure came out of the car, bending over but the momentum did not diminish in the slightest. The face under the hat was expressionless, but there was also a hint of interest. Perhaps this time will be the most idle time for her, for them.

Leng and Gui followed behind the shadow, blocking the crowd for her, and Lingzhu followed beside him, his fingers turning a lock of hair, his eyes wandering, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I said, Lord, what are you doing in this kind of place, you won't let me accompany you on a tour of the mountains and rivers." Lingzhu spoke suddenly.

Yan Ying didn't speak, Lingzhu's words were indeed a lot.

"Don't speak, I'm leaving!" Lingzhu was not annoyed, and leaned in front of the shadow with a hippie smile.

"If you want to go, you can go." Yan Ying didn't look back, but just responded lightly.

"If you let me go, I'll go?" As he spoke, he walked forward.

"What does this noble man want to buy? Want to buy a headband for your sweetheart? The roadside stall owner saw that the shadow was dressed in an extraordinary manner, and he spoke.

"Headband!"

"Hey, yes, yes, the headband can be given as a gift! It can protect peace, and it is a must-give gift in the new year. When the peddler saw this, he hurriedly spoke.

"Hmm,"

Yan Ying stretched out his hand and picked up a blue hairband with two fingers, and the bottom end was a section of bamboo, which was also fresh and elegant.

Leng followed behind and paid the silver: "Don't look for it." ”

The peddler's mouth couldn't close when he smiled, this rich man is different.

Noon.

"Lord, find a shop to rest."

"Hmm."

A few people came to an inn and asked for a room.

"Cold."

"The subordinates are here." Hearing the unique voice of the shadow, the cold responded outside the door.

"Come in."

Coldly push the door in.

"Send this back to the secluded hall to Han Chen."

"Yes."

Leng went out with a quaint box. The box is made of high quality wood, and the pattern is also special, it is a kind of flower, but I don't know it. It doesn't matter, it's what he has to do to complete the tasks assigned by the Lord.

The Festival of Lights is always at its most beautiful at night.

The lights were lit and the crowds had begun to gather in the streets. People are holding all kinds of lamps and walking like a bridge.

The bridge, as the name suggests, leads to the future, to the ideal. People pray here and make wishes.

Large-scale festivals are held there, followed by lanterns and prayers. This process of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new is almost over.

Standing on a hill across the bridge, looking at the crowds below, it seemed that the few of them were a little lonely.

"Hehe, this is just the person who suddenly looked back and was in the dim light." Lingzhu couldn't help but quip.

The shadow waved his sleeves, and a plum-shaped river lantern appeared in his hand.

"Where did you get your lordship?" Lingzhu wondered.

"The Lord personally bought it." Rosewood explained. For this plum blossom lamp, it took a lot of effort.

"Take it." The shadow spoke.

"For me?" Lingzhu was flattered, but he couldn't help but be ecstatic in his heart.

I took the lantern and looked at it, the leaves were full, just like the real thing.

"Do you want an inscription?" It's rare for Lingzhu to be serious.

"Remember that he has a good day, and now it is easy to do it." Muttered softly. It's a little sad and vicissitudes, but it's also helpless, and life is really like a drama like life.

"That's it, let's just say nothing." Eventually, the shadow spoke out that her world had never begged anyone else's statement. Send this lamp to me.

Lingzhu took the lamp and walked down the mountain, and looked back at the outstanding figure, she was like a god's mansion, and she was also like a demon who absorbed the essence of people. It was so fascinating that she finally understood what the man had said to her: "You can't escape such a person after all." ”

Now she also knows that her heart is not ignorant, not impulsive, or crazy infatuation!

No one knows the future, but she will do her best......

The Hidden Temple.

"Wow." There was an abrupt knock on the door outside the quiet hall.

"What's the matter?" A low, pleasant voice came from the palace gate.

"Childe, the Lord has sent something to you urgently."

I heard the sound of glass shattering, followed by slightly flustered footsteps. The door was pulled open with a bang.

The attendant outside the door saw that Han Chen's clothes were a little untidy and his hair was a little messy, and he was obviously ready to sleep. Hurriedly lowered his head.

"What is it?" Han Chen spoke out in a hurry, ignoring his own misdemeanor.

"It's a box." The waiter served it with both hands.

"Thank you." Before the waiter could speak, the door was already closed.

The little waiter is helpless, he has served the son for so long, and the son will never be so out of shape, but as long as he encounters the matter of the lord. He's not like him anymore. had no choice but to retreat, the lord was really not an ordinary person.

Han Chen returned to the room, burning the candle that had been extinguished, and ignoring the fragments of the vase that had just been accidentally swept to the ground. Lifting up his robe and sitting on the edge of the table, he reached out and stroked the box, his fingertips traced the pattern on it, the petal pattern of this flower was obviously exactly the same as the one in the dantian in his body.

The corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and he thought of the scene when the master saved himself that day.

When I opened the box, I was greeted by a touch of blue. The owner actually gave himself a hair band. I don't know if the owner knows the meaning of sending a hair band. No matter what it means, I don't care. At least the master was worried about himself, and got up and walked inward.

I put the box in the footboard at the head of the bed, and then turned over to the bed, and I was more determined to have a long-standing idea in my heart, and I had a good night's sleep.

Only the candles outside burned until dawn......