The annual activities of the Shangyuan Festival have always been the same and novel, but after all, this is an annual event, so everyone still participates in this event with enthusiasm. Of course, Nie Huaiyang here is no exception, and he is still interested in the stalls set up by the vendors on Chang'an Street.

Poor Li Gongzi had to keep running around behind Nie Huaiyang, and from time to time he had to take the things Nie Huaiyang bought and act as free labor. This time, Li Gongzi had almost no chance to talk to Nie Huaiyang.

Finally free, Li Gongzi gasped slightly: "Nie ...... Miss Nie, slow down. After waiting for a while but not hearing Nie Huaiyang's answer, Li Gongzi looked around, and in the midst of the people coming and going, Nie Huaiyang's figure had long been gone.

In fact, she had already calculated it, and she deliberately circled Li Gongzi a few times like this, with his small body that had not grown for so many years, it was not difficult to get rid of him. When the Shangyuan Festival was about to end, Xiao told Li Gongzi that it was the crowd that dispersed them, and it was not easy to find him again after looking for a night, and pushed this responsibility metal to the lively Shangyuan Festival.

Today's excitement is not only the excitement of ordinary people, but also the grand ceremony of princes and nobles. The royal family of Nam Seung Kwok celebrates with the people with a grand fireworks display on the night of the Shangyuan Festival, and parades along Chang'an Avenue in the afternoon. At this moment, he was in close contact with the people, which was intended to let the people of Nancheng know that the Nancheng royal family loved the people like sons.

In a year, only today, those concubines and princesses who are in the deep palace all the year round have a rare opportunity to leave the palace in the bright light. The concubines and princesses are different from others, with noble status but delicate. Today's patrol is also like in previous years, General Nie Huaisang rode at the front of the team, leading the guards to protect the ladies in the palace.

Nie Huaiyang has always admired her sister Nie Huaisang the most, who is so heroic in armor and holding a tasseled gun.

After she got rid of Li Gongzi, she wandered around the street alone, and chose a mask with a tassel on the stall next to her and put it on. There are many people, and the whole Chang'an Avenue was bustling with people, and when they heard the royal procession coming in the distance, the crowded crowd consciously spread out to both sides, vacating a wide road in the middle for the royal family to pass.

Nie Huaiyang was still thinking about when the parade team brought by Sister A would set off today, but his thoughts fluttered for a moment and he was bumped by the suddenly restless crowd. For a moment, she staggered back two or three steps, but she didn't expect that there was a step behind her, and this foot suddenly stepped on the air and the whole person's center of gravity was unstable. Originally, with Nie Huaiyang's ability, she could stabilize it with a beautiful maneuver, but there was really no room for her to show it, so she had to fall backwards in resignation.

There was no cold floor as expected, but there was a hint of warmth on his back.

It is soft, chest.

At the same time as touching a soft and warm chest, her arms were also hugged, and she was a little embarrassed for a while, but now she was steady. The man's bright and refreshing voice came to his ears, and he asked, "Are you alright?" ”

The warm breath of the man brushed her ears like nothing, softly, tickling her, and as if attracted by gravity, it attracted her to his voice slowly. She only turned her head back, only to see that the man's face was obscured by a silver mask. Masks are ordinary, but they are not unusual, they must have been randomly selected from this street stall in accordance with the customs of the Shangyuan Festival.

Unexpectedly, Nie Huaiyang hurriedly stood up from the man's arms, and didn't know what to say for a while. For so many years, it's not that I haven't seen a beautiful man, but this inexplicable feeling is the first time that I have come to my heart.

There was a crowd of people beside him, and there was a noisy sound, and it was the royal family led by Nie Huaisang patrolling here. At this time, her eyes were the man's silver mask, and Nie Huaisang, who was at the front of the line, was shouted by the people, and was wearing a heroic armor, but Nie Huaisang was no longer in her eyes.

She didn't react for a long time, but the man spoke again: "You have a smell that I am familiar with. ”

She suddenly lost interest, and secretly complained in her heart, it was rare to meet a different man, and the result was not a cliché conversation with those ordinary people, but also a worldly immortal. It's only to blame that she was fascinated for a while, and she was fascinated by this man for a moment, which turned out to be just ordinary.

And she didn't want to have any more encounters with the man at this time, so she said casually: "You smelled wrong." ”

When she turned to leave, her arm was tugged, and she looked at the man's hand on her arm, but the man immediately let go of it in good sense before explaining, "You misunderstood, I am not a prodigal son." ”

Cut.

Nie Huaiyang disdained in his heart, and still turned his head and wanted to leave, but a man's voice came from behind him again: "Maybe you should ask in a different way, do you know each other?" ”