"Legend has it that as long as you can solve the mystery on the lantern, then this person is your destiny." Qionghua shook the glass cup in her hand, and the clear liquid in the cup flickered in the candlelight.

"Lord Wang, today is the Lantern Festival, let's go out and play!" The lively voice of the little scholar beside him came. He couldn't help shaking his head, it's the Lantern Festival again, in this deep palace, he has to forget the time. He shook his head and said, "Okay." ”

He sat alone on the bow of the boat, and the wine in his hand swayed, but it was not spilled. "Childe, why don't you go back to the palace when you're drunk?" The scholar snatched the wine glass from his hand, but he flicked his head and said, "When have you ever seen me drunk?" The boy sighed and retreated.

The moonlight shone on the surface of the lake, and the water sparkled like stars in the sky. He casually picked up a lantern beside him, only to see that there were only seven words written on it: the flower blooms and must be broken. He smiled and said nothing, called the scholar to bring pen and ink, and wrote seven big characters on the rice paper: Don't wait for no flowers and empty branches!

"Childe also believes in this lantern love?" There was a bit of curiosity on the scholar's face. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he flicked the scholar's head again, and said, "What do you know?" ”

A crisp voice came: "But this boy picked up my young lady's lantern?" "Hahaha," he smiled heartily, "exactly below." ”

The first thing that caught her eyes was a woman with bright eyes and bright teeth. "The son is polite, and the little woman Liu Qingchen." Ying Ying's waist looks very soft. He was stunned for a long time before he found his voice: "Under Huang Jingyu......"

"But the poems written by Childe?" The woman's voice is delicate with a little demon, soft with a little charm, at first glance it sounds like the yellow warbler out of the valley, the kite cries and the phoenix chirps, crisp and bright but tactful and soft. The scholar behind him replied smugly: "It was written by my son-in-law." ”

"The Buddha said that meeting is fate, and the little woman toasted her son with tea instead of wine." The woman said so. He was a little distracted, the wine glass in his hand collided with the wall of hers, and a crisp sound came.

The fireworks suddenly burst into the sky, releasing its splendor, and the colored light fell on her eyes, which seemed to be filled with stars, and for a while there was a bit of a dreamy feeling.

They recited poems on the bow of the ship and talked freely about ideals, and the conversation was very speculative. She said she had never seen such a dissolute and dashing person, and he said she was the most well-read and good-looking girl he had ever seen.

The color of the sky is getting darker and darker, and the peach blossom brew on the table has already bottomed out. He was a little reluctant and asked, "When will we see each other again?" She smiled back and said, "We will meet by fate." He froze for a moment until the figure was out of his sight. Years later, when he remembered that smile again, there was only sadness in his heart.

"Childe, it's time to go back to the palace." The scholar urged on the side. He nodded, looked at the lanterns floating on the river, and thought, "We'll definitely meet." ”

Palace

"Lord Wang, aren't you happy with Miss Qingchen?" The scholar asked with a frown. "Huh? How to tell? He asked rhetorically. The scholar pouted, "Otherwise, why did you inquire about the news of the light dust girl?" He didn't speak for a long time.

"Prepare the car, let's go out of the palace." He said. The scholar muttered in a low voice: "But the emperor doesn't allow you to leave the palace......" "Huh? His voice rose slightly. Okay, okay, I'll just go. ”

"Where are we going, Childe?" The scholar's eyebrows were wrinkled into the word "Chuan".

"Go to the ...... Accord"

Xi Ya Ge, the largest green building in Chang'an City.

Opened a layer of crimson light veil, a woman in it was dressed in red, blending with the surrounding red veil, and the sexy collarbone loomed, only to see her waist turned, smiled, and attracted countless people to scream. He looked at her and couldn't smile at the bottom of his eyes.

"Dusty girl, a boy asked me to give this to you." The maidservant beside him handed over a lantern. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, but she smiled when she saw the lanterns.

"Let him in." The maid next to her was a little surprised in her eyes, you must know that this one never accepts guests, no matter who it is, she is not allowed to get half a step close to the backyard of Xi Yage, and this time she let people into the room. The maidservant suppressed the surprise in her eyes and said, "Yes." ”

"How did Childe know about this?" She poured him a glass of wine, "Taste this wine, I made it myself." ”

He took a sip and said, "Good wine, good wine!" Take a sip and leave your teeth and cheeks fragrant. She smiled slightly: "Childe praises." ”

He looked at her and said no more. She bowed her head a little shyly, and after a long time, he asked, "Why are you here?" ”

"My brother wants to marry a wife, and my family is poor, so my father sold me here." Her tone and expression were a little indifferent, which made people unreal.

His face slowly turned red, half loud, and he asked in a low voice, "You...... Will you go with me? ”

There was a little surprise in her eyes: "I'm a woman from the land of fireworks, don't you dislike it?" ”

He shook his head and asked again, "Would you like to leave with me?" She frowned and said: "Although Qingchen is a woman in the land of fireworks, her body is still innocent, if she leaves with her son, won't she fall into the hands of others......"

She took out rice paper to paint, and the maid beside her said while grinding, "Girl, such a rare opportunity must not be missed......" She shook her head and said nothing.

"Childe, you actually want to bring a dancing girl back to the palace?" The scholar watched him help Qingchen into the carriage, and his forehead sweated in a hurry.

"Go home......" He waved his hand, interrupting the scholar's next words.

Her lips were half-open, her heart was beating a few beats, and a few drops of sweat were pouring out of her forehead. His outstanding face was reflected in her eyes, her mind was blank, her breathing was slightly rapid, and her face was crimson, like a bride about to be married.

"You really don't dislike me?" She heard herself ask. He hugged her into his arms, put his chin on the top of her hair, and said, "To have you as a companion in this life is the love of God." ”

The two are in love with each other and are very affectionate, like a newlywed.

He stroked the harp, and she danced; He paints, she grinds. Everything looks so good. She felt that happiness had come suddenly, but at such a timely.

She called him Erlang, and she always asked him, "Will you really marry me?" At this time, he would always knock on her forehead and say with pampering: "Of course, as long as you wait." ”

I've been waiting, I've been waiting for you. But Heaven no longer loves us, it does not give us the opportunity we are waiting for.

(To be continued)