Today is not the Mid-Autumn Festival, and most of the women who come to Jinghu Lake to put lanterns and make wishes are those women who participated in the recruitment meeting.

Ji Qingge didn't want to have his own lotus lamp, too close to their lotus lamp. He kept a distance of about seven or eight steps from them, and then held the lotus lamp in both hands, closed his eyes slightly, and made a wish.

I was able to meet Di Jinxuan after crossing over, and I was fortunate to have his help.

She thought that as long as he was stable for the rest of his life, everything would go as he wished. She will be content.

After making a pious wish, Ji Qingge slowly opened his eyes and carefully put the lotus lamp into the sparkling lake. Watching the lotus lantern float down the water, the lotus lantern placed by the other women did not get together.

The corners of Ji Qingge's lips provoked a strange arc, and he wanted to turn around and leave. As soon as she turned around, she caught a glimpse of a white shadow not far behind her.

The man in white has sword eyebrows and starry sun, and his clothes are fluttering. His facial features are as three-dimensional and handsome as a knife, the cold wind blows, and the hair on his forehead flies in the wind.

Looking at Di Jinxuan's elegant and tall figure, Ji Qingge's heart was sour.

A few days ago, he was in Yuheng Village, Yancheng for disaster relief, and he had to do everything himself, and the wind and snow were unhindered.

Listening to Yan Fengxing, when Di Jinxuan was discussing the drawings with him in Yuheng Village, he didn't care about lunch. Fortunately, his stomach is not too squeamish, and even if he eats irregularly, there are no problems.

It's just that Di Jinxuan has lost weight again......

Ji Qingge came to him lightly, watching him fold his hands and make a wish sincerely. I saw that he wrapped the silk thread tied with the lotus lamp around the index finger of his right hand, and only after he put the lotus lamp into Jinghu Lake did he ask him curiously

"Are you worried that the lotus lamp will be blown away by the wind?"

The corners of Di Jinxuan's lips provoked a wicked smile, and said, "You even see this?" ”

"That's, don't look at it, this girl is very eye-catching." Ji Qingge smiled triumphantly, and let him take her right hand and stroll by Jinghu Lake.

Wearing deerskin boots and stepping on the cobblestone path, even if they were silent with each other, it also made Ji Qingge feel very warm. As soon as the heart is warm, it will not be afraid of the invasion of the cold wind.

After walking less than ten steps, Di Jinxuan squatted down and said softly, "Come up." ”

"Nope."

He was so thin, how could she bear to let him carry her?

Ji Qingge's long eyelashes trembled, and he whispered, "There is still a long way to go, I want to be side by side with you, and I can't always let you carry me." ”

"Less ink, come up."

Di Jinxuan's words faintly revealed some impatience. Seeing that Ji Qingge was still standing in place, he straightened up and hugged her in his arms.

In the Xiyue Dynasty, the folk customs were not too open.

Even at night, it is rare to see men i1 men i women i women who are enthusiastically embracing each other by the scenic lake. Di Jinxuan actually learned the modern man's way of showing love, and showed his affection with Ji Qingge in the public.

As soon as his heart was hot, Ji Qingge couldn't help but stand on tiptoe, and his petal-like red lips were pasted on Di Jinxuan's beautiful lips. She kissed passionately, oblivious to the chatter behind her.

Anyway, it's a legal couple, and it's not illegal to kiss it.

Besides, no matter how bright the lights are at the painting boat, isn't there still an ancient tree next to it? People who pass by them may not be able to recognize them, and she is fearless.

After kissing back and forth passionately, Di Jinxuan only felt a strong warm current gushing out of his body, and he was a little unbearable from the heat. He stared at Ji Qingge's beautiful face, reached out and poked her somewhat crimson cheeks, and said in a low voice

"Shame."

"You ......"

Didn't you just sneak attack him in front of the public? What's there to be shy about?

Ji Qingge said confidently, "You are mine, and you didn't steal or rob others." Why be ashamed? ”

With such an explanation, Emperor Jinxuan had no choice but to stretch out his hand and point to the painting boat in front of him, and asked softly, "Look, who are the people standing on the bow of the boat watching you and me?" ”

Aboard?

Ji Qingge just saw the women by the lake, looked at her with extremely unfriendly eyes, and talked about her in a low voice. But she didn't expect that there were still onlookers on the ship.

When I looked up at the boat docked in front of me, I saw a man and a woman standing at the bow of the boat. By the light of the ship's lantern, she could see the man's face

I saw the man's deep facial features, as if he had been cut by an axe and chisel. His sword eyebrows that flew obliquely into the sideburns, coupled with his seductive peach blossom eyes, had an indescribable charm when his thin lips were lightly opened.

And the woman standing opposite the man was almost like his female dress.

However, the man's peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, which was more stunning than the beautiful eyes of the woman opposite him.

"Sikong Mustard?"

Ji Qingge only listened to Xingyu say that the internal candidate for King Xiao's concubine was the daughter of Tang Moyu, Tang Yumo, the secretary of the ministry. But she just forgot to ask, which prince's concubine is the daughter of a powerful minister like Sikong Jiaoling?

A hint of embarrassment flashed in her eyes, she stretched out her hand and stroked Di Jinxuan's cheek, looked in the direction where Sikong Mustard Ling was, and called out delicately, "Husband." Tell me, who are the side concubines that my father has appointed for you? ”

“……”

Be a fly in the ointment.

When Di Jinxuan was still in the imperial study, he made it clear to his father that he would not accept any side concubines. As for who is predestined, why should he ask?

"Is there a common mustard?"

couldn't wait for Di Jinxuan's answer, Ji Qingge was very bottomless in his heart. Because whether it is Tang Yumo or Sikong Yuling, they are both the daughters of the powerful ministers of the Xiyue Dynasty.

If Di Jinxuan rejected them, it would be tantamount to rejecting the help of the two powerful ministers of the Xiyue Dynasty.

"She?"

"Huh?"

Ji Qingge subconsciously raised her head, only to see the curvature of the corners of Di Jinxuan's lips, so that she couldn't tell whether it was sarcasm or elegance. A strange look flashed in his ice eyes, and he lowered his voice and asked her

"With her heart, can she willingly enter the palace as a side concubine?"

Yes.

Ji Qingge nodded slightly, and suddenly realized, "If she has that thought, I'm afraid she will come to the lake to put lotus lanterns like other women." But until this time, she was still standing at the bow of the boat and chatting with her cousin......"

It can be seen that Sikong Mustard Ling may not be concerned about the matter of recruiting relatives.

Sikong Mustard, who was standing on the bow of the painting boat, naturally couldn't hear the words that Ji Qingge and Di Jinxuan were talking about. However, after she caught a glimpse of Xiao Wangye's figure, the initial throbbing in her heart soon came to her mind again.

So much so that as soon as her brain was invaded by that special emotion, she didn't pay much attention to her cousin's questioning.

"Sister Mustard?"

Sikong Youlian called his cousin's name twice in succession, but she didn't see her nodding in response. In the slightly raised peach blossom eyes, a touch of helplessness instantly swept over and sighed

"Let it be."

"Huh?"

Sikong Yuling, who finally came back to his senses, only asked embarrassedly when he saw Sikong Youlian shaking his head, "Well, brother." Why don't we go back to the private room for tea? ”

She didn't hear what she said before. had to say an ordinary word to hide her embarrassment at the moment.

"Tea with my brother, or ......?" Sikong Youlian stretched out his finger and pointed at Di Jinxuan who was standing by the ancient tree, and the corners of his lips provoked a wicked smile, and said, "Drink with him?" ”

"Brother!"

Sikong Mustard Ling hurriedly covered his face with a silk handkerchief, and said shyly, "When I return home, I will definitely tell my uncle that you are bullying me." ”