"Cairen, Gonggong Li is here, saying that he asked you to quickly dress up and go out of the palace with him." Xiao Lizi entered the house to report.

Qian Yan was reading a book in the room, and after hearing Xiao Lizi's words, he went to the hall.

I saw Li Zhong standing in the hall with a few guards and eunuchs.

Seeing her come out, Li Zhong stepped forward and saluted, "Talented, the emperor ordered the servants to take you out of the palace." ”

"Out of the palace? Where to? Asked.

Li Zhong seemed to have been instructed to say more, so he only replied: "You will know when the talented person goes, and in addition, please ask the talented person to dress up simply, and it is best not to be too public." ”

His eyes turned slightly, and he turned around and entered the inner room.

It seems that the emperor did not take her to Longquan Villa, it is estimated that she went to the folk night tour, otherwise she would not have thought about keeping a low profile.

Aunt Qin and Xiaolian also followed her into the inner room, and immediately waited for her to comb her hair and change her clothes.

Qian Yan didn't like to be public, and Li Zhong reminded her again, so she changed into a water-blue jacket skirt and put on a beige brocade and satin cloak.

The whole person looks like a little lady from an ordinary family, but it doesn't look shabby.

In the end, she also put on Korean nude makeup for herself.

It's cold in winter, and the overall feeling of nude makeup is that of a sweeter girl.

Her jet-black hair was raised in a single bun with a jasper hairpin inserted into it.

There is also a silver inlaid red agate tassel hairpin, and the fiery red agate gives the finishing touch to her simple outfit.

After dressing up, the face is in the hall again.

Li Zhong was slightly stunned when he saw the outfit of the face.

But he didn't delay much, and he walked out of the pear hall with his face.

Anyway, judging from his understanding of the emperor, Jiang Cairen's outfit tonight, the emperor should like it very much.

An ordinary wood-carved carriage has been parked outside the hall, and Aunt Qin and Xiaolian have been brought with her, and Xiao Lizi is guarding in the palace.

Xiaolian sat in front of the carriage with the coachman, and Qian Yan and Aunt Qin sat in the carriage.

The inside of the car was warm, and there was a triangular copper stove in the corner, and a charcoal fire was burning in it.

In addition, with the soup woman in her hand, she didn't feel how cold she was.

After about half an hour, the carriage stopped.

All around, there is the noise of the bustling streets, the shouting of the night market shops, and even the sound of the singers in the theater.

Aunt Qin got out of the car first, and then she carefully helped Yan Yan get out of the car.

As soon as he got out of the car, the temperature difference between the inside and outside of the car made him shiver.

There was a light snow outside, and he stood still with the soup woman in his hand, looking around.

I saw the carriage stop at an intersection.

The streets are full of brightly lit shops, and there are groups of sons and brothers who come out to play on the road, and there are also families who come out.

Occasionally, a carriage would stop at a post station not far away.

"Little lady, you wait for a while, the master is in the theater opposite, I'll go and invite the master over." When he went out, in order not to reveal his identity, Li Zhong shouted to the little lady.

Here, the eldest lady is the main wife.

Generally, aunts or concubines are called little ladies.

For this new identity, Qian Yan didn't react at first.

By the time she reacted, Li Zhong had already gone to invite the emperor.

Qian Yan stood at the intersection and waited.

Aunt Qin held a plum blossom umbrella in her hand and stood with Qian Yan.

The snow never stopped, and there were still snowflakes floating in the air, like small white feathers, and like falling pear petals.

Tired of waiting, he raised his hand and spread his palm, and picked up one snowflake after another.

The snowflakes slowly melted away as they landed in her palms.

When she received the twelfth snowflake, she heard Li Zhong's shout from the opposite side: "Little lady! The master is here! ”

He clenched his fist and wrapped the snowflakes in his palm, and looked up at the opposite side.

I saw that the emperor was wearing an ink-colored brocade robe, embroidered with silver dark stripes, and a white jade belt three fingers wide was tied around his waist.

The man stood with his hands in his hands, wearing a black fox fur coat on the outside, and his hair was tied with a crown of tiger hair.

At this moment, he is the same as the night he first saw him.

He is the same, with his hands behind his back, standing opposite him like a pine and cypress, with a man's true character of looking down on the world!

The man has a handsome appearance, eyes like ink, a straight nose, thin lips slightly pursed, and a face like ice.

As soon as he appeared, the air around him seemed to be even colder.

To be precise, he is like a glacier that exudes cold air, blending in with the entire ice and snow without a trace of disobedience.

And this cold man is looking at her with those cold eyes at the moment.

The two looked at each other from a distance across the wide road for a while, and then walked towards him with the soup woman in his hand.

Knowing that he didn't want to reveal his identity, when she walked in front of him, she didn't salute, just smiled at him like a flower.

Ying Zhan looked at the little woman who was a head shorter than him, she smiled coquettishly, and there was a little sweetness.

Her hair was coiled high, and two handfuls of hair hung down on both sides of her cheeks, making her already delicate goose egg face even more beautiful.

A pair of beautiful eyes are as clear as dewdrops, a delicate nose, delicate pink lips, and a delicate face as clear as jade.

Obviously, her dress is fresh, but she is charming.

However, Ying Zhan only glanced at it casually, then withdrew his eyes and walked in front with his hands in his hands.

Li Zhong immediately followed and helped him hold the umbrella.

But the emperor waved his hand, so he took a few steps back and motioned for him to follow.

So, Qian Yan followed the emperor with Tang Pozi in his hand.

Aunt Qin and Xiaolian were the same as Li Zhong, separated by a few steps.

In ancient times, people did not have much entertainment, so on festivals like the winter solstice, there were quite a lot of people visiting the night market.

Ying Zhan had long legs and strides, and he was ten steps away from him in one fell swoop.

If it weren't for the man slowing down, he would have thought he was having fun with her!

After quickly following the emperor, he began to look east and west.

Not long after she came through, it was the first time she left the palace, and everything she saw felt fresh, as if she had entered the city for the first time.

Every time she saw something new, she had to stop and look at it and touch it.

The Emperor would sometimes stop and stand still waiting for her.

But more often than not, it's no matter what she keeps going.

At this moment, Qian Yan stood in front of a stall and took a fancy to a blue and white porcelain hairpin made of colored glaze.

After coming here, she has seen gold hairpins, silver hairpins, wooden hairpins, and hostas, but she has never seen such ceramic hairpins.

Tilt Yan in the hand to play and look at it, the hairpin has a color glaze, as well as carved blue and white porcelain patterns, inlaid with silver edges, Tilt Yan for a while a little bit of love.

Seeing that the emperor was about to continue to move forward, regardless of her, she immediately grabbed the corner of his sleeve, "Lang Jun, this hairpin is so beautiful." ”

Hearing this Lang Jun, Ying Zhan stiffened, and her eyes suddenly tightened.

First glanced at the woman's left hand tugging at his sleeve, and then glanced at the blue and white porcelain hairpin in her right hand.

Thin lips opened slightly, and his voice was magnetic, "Well, it's okay." ”

In his eyes, it was a colorful hairpin made of mud, and some patterns that women liked.

Although Jiang Qianyan didn't like this kind of cheap thing before, he didn't like it when he saw it.

Now standing in front of her, Mo is not a village girl!

It's not for a man to evaluate whether it's good-looking or not.

In this case, the average man will buy it considerately.

However, the man in front of him is a straight man of steel, and he doesn't understand a woman's heart at all.

She had no choice but to open her red lips lightly, "Lang Jun, the concubine wants to buy ......"