The palm-high faceted crystal cup is filled with red date ginger tea, the light brown warm water surface is sprinkled with a pinch of sesame powder, and the transpiring mist surrounds the mouth of the cup, and the unique jujube fragrance seems to overflow the cup noodles.

He sat on the bench opposite, the orange light and shadow hitting the bridge of his straight nose, as if he was in the realm of emptiness, ethereal and inscrutable.

In his hand was a cup of Xianju green, the tea was already slightly cold, but he hadn't touched a sip.

His gaze was not looking, but staring, his pupils flickering in and out, more indescribable than the lights outside the teahouse.

"Ahem...... Shouldn't Beiyu Gongzi go back to Daiguo, why are you still staying here? I took a sip from the cup, the warmth flowed from the stomach, I don't know if he ordered the tea at random or knew that I was born cold, I have to say, warm ginger and sweet dates are really a wonderful match.

He retracted his gaze and replied: "The convoy is at the post station outside the city, and I heard that there is a moon and moon lantern festival here, so I just want to appreciate the customs and customs." After a pause, he added: "You don't have to worry, the teahouse is the place with the widest view of Lingzhu, and if they want to find you, they will also come here." ”

"Actually...... I'm not in a hurry......" Halfway through the words, he always felt a little ambiguous, afraid that he would be mistaken, and added: "I have never been out of the palace, and I have been in my palace since I can remember, and it is also a little boring, and it is good to come out and go around, so I hope they will find this place later." ”

The fine-tuning of the words was slightly mixed with a little bit of weakness, after all, Xia Xiying, as the person she trusted and close to the most, it was always not good to attribute her to the kind of people in the palace.

The corners of the lips of the person opposite suddenly became smiling, like a spring breeze. After a long time, he said, "Take you to a place, would you like to?" ”

Looking at each other, the ghost made a god nodded unexpectedly.

A person who doesn't know at all, but inexplicably trusts it, without any reason, as if it is integrated into the blood and bones.

He got up and went downstairs, and I followed behind, deliberately keeping a distance, walking, and suddenly remembered an extremely important thing: "My ginger tea is not finished yet!" ”

The ginger tea produced in this teahouse tastes more fragrant than in the palace, and it is rare to encounter something that matches the taste, not to mention the silver money charged for the high-class elegant seat, which is indeed expensive.

He rubbed his eyebrows and couldn't help laughing, "If you like it, you can drink it every day in the future." ”

What does that mean? There is no master in the palace who is so powerful at making tea, so it is difficult for him to think that Nanjing is as rich as the country.

He walked straight ahead, and it was so crowded that it was not easy for me to keep up with him, and I almost broke up several times. Just as he was about to shout 'slow down', he slowed down his pace, didn't turn around but naturally took my hand, his palm warm and covered with a thin callus.

His cheeks were slightly hot, and he wanted to break away, but his strength increased a little more, so I had to be obedient and follow quietly.

There are juggling golden lions on the bluestone arch bridge, the lion dance skills are extraordinary, one will jump on top of each other, one will chase the tail and turn in circles, the naughty and mighty lion will be vividly expressed.

"Where are we going, I think it's good to watch the lion dance here......"

He didn't respond to my words, and I could only withdraw my reluctant gaze from the bridge.

He walked down from the side of the bridge, because of the strong wind by the river, there were only a few people, men and women who seemed to have a tryst, laughing and whispering, and there was an atmosphere of attachment and attachment everywhere.

Perhaps because of the rain not long ago, the road we walked was even more muddy, and we were afraid of staining the delicate bow shoes embroidered with pink face, so we carefully stomped on our toes, but failed to raise our heads under our feet, and one of them hit his back unprepared, and the tip of his nose hurt.

I clutched the tip of my nose and wanted to ask him why he stopped.

He leaned down with his back to me and said, "Come up, it's dangerous here, I'll carry you." ”

I didn't know how to answer for a while, although I am not a stereotypical woman who insists on men and women not kissing, but in the end I am still a little embarrassed, if I am as familiar as Su Yanqing......

He seemed to be impatient, and without warning he turned around and picked me up, as abruptly as he had sent me back to the palace last time.

"You...... You ......" shyness and anxiety are intertwined, and they can't even speak.

Unmoved, he glanced at me lightly, "If you move again and fall, you will definitely lie in the muddy water." ”

This dress was borrowed from the little cook, and if it gets dirty, I don't change my clothes, just forget it, and when a group of them find me and report it to Su Yanqing, how can it be possible for me to come out again......

Thinking of this, I had to reach out and grab the clothes at the back of his neck, but this posture was more like wrapping my arms around his neck, which was very close.

The familiar and faint aura on his body slowly lingered, which was reassuring.

This sense of stability and familiarity made the clenched hands gradually relax, and naturally wrapped around his neck, with a tentative touch.

His body stiffened slightly, and the curvature of his lips spread, and the smile grew thicker.

The sky was extremely dark, and there was no moon to accompany him, only the shining stars in the sky and his starry eyes. The willows by the river are still clinging, rising with the wind and graceful posture, and the sound of the river flowing and murmuring makes people have the illusion of being in a different world.

"A few days ago, I couldn't see anything, and I was surrounded by darkness all day long, so I was very afraid of the darkness, and I always felt that those endless inks would swallow my mind and soul. So unless someone talks to me, day and night, can they lull me to sleep. ”

Sometimes it's Xia Xiying, sometimes it's Xiuxiu, sometimes it's Su Yanqing, and they will say "I'm here, don't be afraid." There was something magical about this statement, not only because it recurred in my sleepy dreams, but also because whenever they said it, I was able to quiet down and dispel my fear.

"So, I'm afraid of the night, and I always go to bed early so that I don't have to see the night. I love the lanterns in Lingzhu County because they drive away all the darkness. ”

He listened quietly, walking steadily.

I suddenly felt sleepy, lay on his shoulder, and fell asleep in a daze, the light fragrance of tea and the warmth of his body through the fabric became a soothing existence.

After a long time, I heard someone say, "I'm here, don't be afraid." ”

The faint and deep timbre was like an auditory hallucination, and it was like the voice that appeared in a dream.

I had a dream, the man in the blue shirt in the dream couldn't see his face clearly, but I knew that his eyes were gentle enough to melt the water, and he said, Jin'er, I'm here to take you home.

"Jin'er?"

When I opened my eyes, he was looking down at me, his thin lips pursed slightly, not only tired but also hot, his cheeks slightly reddened, and he looked good.

I found him sitting on the floor and I was sleeping in his arms!

I immediately warily pulled the neckline in and rubbed it back to keep my distance.

He smiled, behind him is a place of white flocculents, but if you look closely, it is dandelion, there are half-opened yellow flowers and umbrella-shaped white flocs with seeds, countless fireflies shuttle in this sea of flowers, more dazzling than the lantern festival in Lingzhu County, although the light is weak, but hundreds of light points are scattered everywhere, gathering into a warm light spread out like a net.

Softness and warmth have become the only words that can describe this magical place, and the bits of white floc falling from the hair are like the snow of the winter ridge that has not melted, which is beautiful.

"Do you like it?" He stood up and asked.

I nodded again and again, running through the sea of flowers, trying to catch the halo of one star and two points.

Turning his head, he was as quiet as the years, and said softly: "If you like it, it's fine." ”

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