Chapter 8: The Eve of the Lantern Festival

The night in Kyoto seems to come very quickly, but tonight people did not go to bed early and shut out the lights as usual.

Excluding other "accidental" intrusions, Xiao Huang's life and rest have always been very regular - waking up when the sky is slightly bright, "studying" for half an hour after dinner, and sleeping after resting for half an hour.

Therefore, when Lian Hua Yingyou passed Xiaoxiang Pavilion for a moment, Xiao Huang was leaning over the table, writing something.

It's rare to see the daughter who always likes to fool around and let people collect stalls, staying at home so quietly and working books, putting it aside in the past, even Hua Ying would feel relieved if she dreamed, but now, she is disapproving.

"Xiao'er, go change your clothes and go out for a walk with your mother, you have been back to Kyoto for several days, stay in this hospital all day, and you are about to get sick if you are not sick."

Hearing his voice, Xiao Huang habitually smiled back, "Where do you want Xiao Er to go when my mother came here so late?" As she spoke, she quietly pulled a piece of rice paper and spread it on the table.

"Two days later, it will be Chinese New Year's Eve, so after the night falls in the past two days, there will be a lantern festival in Kyoto City, listen to your father, because it will be held as scheduled every year, so this is also an unwritten custom in the Xia Yu Dynasty."

Lian Huaying patiently introduced, and somehow her cheeks turned red as if she had drunk wine.

Xiao Huang was stunned for a moment, thinking that she was unwell, so she heard it again, "I think back then, my mother liked your ......father at the lantern festival in this Xia Yu City."

"Huh-"

"Who?! Come out! ”

The sudden snickering sound outside the door attracted the attention of the two people in the room, and the momentum of the third princess who interrupted her to tell her daughter about her past private affairs was extremely "fierce".

"Haha...... Madam, it's me, it's me. Jimo Liyun walked in from outside the door, followed by Xiao Xiang, who was snickering.

"I didn't expect to come to see my daughter, and I could learn what Mrs. was thinking, and Mrs. was willing to admit it...... The first to fall in love with a husband? ”

Lian Huaying's cheeks were crimson, and she said stiffly: "Who admitted it?!" You heard me wrong. ”

"Oh? It seems that Xiaoxiang also misheard. Jimo Liyun pulled out the "witness" seriously, and the smile in his eyes did not decrease.

Seeing that the blush of the third princess was still deepening, Xiao Huang really turned around a little "can't bear to look directly", and cleaned up the drawings covered under the rice paper.

However, what she couldn't understand was that Lian Huaying, who had a strong temperament, would actually reveal the mentality of a little daughter when she met Jimo Liyun.

And this iron-blooded general who has been in the army for ten years has no carelessness or impatience when he treats his wife.

When she was studying in her previous life, she inadvertently heard some classmates chatting about people in love who had zero IQs.

Although Xiao Huang has never had the experience of falling in love, she always believes that no matter when and where, she will maintain a rational mind and will never become an "idiot" in the mouth of her classmates.

But who can predict the future? The most sensible love doesn't have to go crazy!

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The first night lantern festival in Xia Yu City, both sides of the bustling avenue are full of brightly lit shops, full of people, lively, full of festival flavor.

The exact opposite is an attic just off the street, standing tall and dark.

The room on the top floor of the building never shone brightly, except for the gentle moonlight that occasionally favored it, and the rest of the time, it seemed to blend in with the night, easily concealing its form.

"Master, here they are." Without a trace of warm sound, it seems that the next moment can make people bury themselves in the cave of ten thousand bones.

On the roof of the attic, a man dressed in black and silver stood lightly on the beam, followed by a person whose whole body was hidden in the dark, and his subtle presence was almost inconspicuous.

Before the crescent moon in the dark clouds came out a little more, there were only a few night winds left in place.