The mother-in-law brought a plate of boiled crabs, a plate of mashed ginger and garlic soaked in soy sauce for each person, and two pots of warm Shaoxing rice wine.

Everyone admired the moon while talking, and ate crabs and drank wine.

But seeing the lights of thousands of houses on both sides of the river, the boats are like weaving, a full moon is in the sky, and a number of lotus lanterns float on the river, gathering and flowing away with the waves, silently disappearing.

Zhang Fu ate the crab and thought that his fingers were fishy, and asked for pancreas, and his hand went directly into the river to wash, and his side face happened to see Xiao Yan standing on the bow of the boat and releasing mouse flowers.

She felt that the world was much happier than in the palace, there were endless strange things, and she couldn't help but walk up to Xiao Yan, the water rat flowers were swishing in the water, spewing out rows of fire trees and silver flowers, lively and beautiful.

Xiao Yan still had a water rat flower left in his hand, he squinted at Zhang Fu, pursed the corners of his mouth and asked, "Do you want to put it?" ”

Zhang Fu hated him, and his heart was itchy, and he was entangled for a while, but he couldn't help it, and nodded: "I want to put it!" ”

Xiao Yun handed her the water rat flower, Zhang Fu took it, looked at it curiously, and asked, "How did you ignite this?" ”

Xiao Yun shook the fire fold in his hand and stretched out his arm to her: "You come up." ”

Zhang Fu grabbed his sleeve and stepped on the board, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, the tip of the bow was narrow and not wide, and it was just right for one person to stand, and the two of them seemed too tight.

Xiao Yun's body was long, she only reached her chest, he leaned his head, and his breath sprayed hot on her smooth forehead.

Zhang Fu regretted it, she should stay away from this Xiao surnamed Shujishi.

"Come on, I don't want to let go." She muttered, handing him back the water rat flower.

Xiao Yun pretended not to hear, but stuffed the fire fold into her empty palm: "Just light the thread twist and throw it into the river." "It's easy

Simple is simple. Zhang Fuyi bit her lip and raised the fire fold to get close to the thread twist, but when she heard the sizzling sound, the thread twist emitted green smoke, so she threw it hard, and then hurriedly looked at the bottom of the river.

A Dafa boat had finished performing the rituals, and the monks inside were tired, sitting and resting, and quietly and silently passing by their boat, sliding into layers of large ripples.

The boat began to rock and toss violently, and the comrades in the cabin sat in the air, but they stood in the bow with nothing to support.

Zhang Fu's shoulders were high and short, and the soles of his feet began to stumble.

"Lord Xiao!" She panicked to grab Xiao Yan's arm, which was obviously in front of her, but she felt that the figure flashed, but she grabbed it.

Xiao Yun dodged her hand sideways, and then quickly raised a kick...... He is wearing a black foundation today.

He looked back at the cabin, where the tall crab shells were piled up in front of his colleagues, and then he retracted his gaze, slowly squatting on the bow of the boat, looking at the struggling splash with an expressionless face, from big to small, from deep to shallow, and gradually calmed down.

No one sees it, and even if someone does, they don't bother to meddle with it.

Xiao Yun suddenly took off his shirt and jumped down.

Zhang Fu spitted, she had already woken up, but her consciousness was still hazy, she was covered with the royal blue straight jacket worn by Xiao Shu Jishi, the cuffs were pressed against her chest, and there was a sweet and cold cinnamon fragrance, lingering faintly in her nose.

She heard the sound of the ship colliding with the stone wall, and heard Lin Mao say that there was Lord Lao Xiao.

What's the work? Zhang Fu inexplicably felt an ominous feeling, and suddenly a pair of powerful palms grabbed her waist and roughly picked her up.

A swaying went ashore.

This is exactly what it is: there are thorns under the flowers and leaves, how can people's hearts not harbor poison.