Chapter Twenty-Eight: Where He Should Go

Late at night, Chaoling hid in the quilt and ate sugar cakes. Her body is a fire phoenix in Fengdu, born with a divine body, and does not eat grains. After a few days of being a mortal, I realized how interesting things in the world are.

She likes the warm quilt and melt-in-your-mouth sugar cake, and when the two are combined, she likes it even more.

The curtain was opened, and Jiuli got into the quilt with his hair scattered. He was cold, like a piece of iron that had been soaked in cold water for a long time, and it smelled of sandalwood.

Chao Ling shrank into the corner of the wall with his plate, annoyed that his good mood had been ruined.

Jiuli snatched the tray from her hand, "It's easy to accumulate food if you eat too much at night." ”

Chao Ling said in his heart: "Immortals don't accumulate food. ”

"How do you look like a starving ghost?" Jiuli lowered her chin to her neck socket and exhaled softly, she had a kind of magical power, yes, when she saw her, she could let go of all the unreasonable thoughts in her heart.

When sleepiness gradually came to his heart, Chao Ling suddenly turned his head and rubbed into his arms, "Which is the son of the Zhang family?" ”

Jiuli replied in a daze, "Xinke Zhuangyuanlang, Zhang Zhaoran." ”

"Isn't this just released on the list, and before the official position has been assigned, it was pocketed by Mrs. Chu?" Chao Ling was displeased.

"Do you want Chu Wenbing to be a widow for your brother for the rest of your life?" Jiuli replied in a sullen voice, "It's just a momentary word on the wine table, although the marriage has not yet been decided, but the master has always been trustworthy, and there is nothing wrong with this family matter, marrying a civil official is better than a military general." ”

"Chu Wenbing is also willing?"

"She knows that she will get married sooner or later, and she just wants to take advantage of the freedom of her undecided marriage, but she is on her mind." Jiuli's voice gradually faded, and when he was about to fall asleep, he was slapped by Chao Ling Zhaotou.

"If Chu Wenbing doesn't like it, he also wants to marry Zhang Zhaoran?"

Jiuli twisted his neck, "Master Qiqiaojie gave Zhang Zhuangyuan a post and invited him to visit the garden lantern festival." It should be for the two to look at each other. ”

"Let's go too."

Chao Ling sat up excitedly and overturned the sugar cake plate, the sugar cake was all buckled on Jiu Li's head, and the sugar stuck to his black hair, like snow.

He took a sip of the sugar crust at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Chao Ling with half-open eyes. "It's better to sprinkle it, so that you don't eat and accumulate food in the night."

After speaking, he got up and shook off the hoarfrost on his body, motioned to Chao Ling to come down and clean the bed, "If you don't come down again, I may not want to go to the Lantern Festival." ”

***

On the day of the Tangram Festival, Chaoling was carrying a basket, with the meaning of sweeping the snack stalls tonight, she used hosta to hastily coil her hair on her head, a few strands of broken hair hung down in front of her forehead, in order to meet the occasion bell to give her a flower day, the fiery red petal pattern lined her with a pair of phoenix eyes clear and bright.

"Nobleman, it's a little cold at night, so I'm still wearing a cloak." Bell Road.

Before he finished speaking, Chaoling had already run out of the door with a basket. She can't afford to delay any longer, she has something important to do.

She sneakily went to Jiuli's study with a basket, recently his study is very clean, there is no dancing girl singing every night, there is no soft-spoken beauty, very boring.

Jiuli sat at the table in an orderly manner, holding his head with one hand, not knowing what he was looking at. He raised his hand to get the pen, his fingers overlapped with Chaoling's fingertips, he raised his eyes, looked at her with great interest, and remembered that today was the Tangram Festival.

"Let's go."

"Take this with you." Chao Ling took out a handful of hibiscus flowers from the basket. Her body is a fire phoenix, and she thinks that Fusang Shenmu is the best in the world, and she will definitely be able to take the first place among the small flowers today.

But she forgot that it was Jiu Li who was holding it, he was dressed in black like ink, holding a handful of fiery Fusang, like a hydrangea on the chest of the groom's official when he greeted him.

Chao Ling played with the flowers and leaves, smoothed them carefully, and carefully recited, "You all have to be good today." ”

[Lead him to where he should go]