Song Qingan sat in the sedan chair, listening to the voices on both sides, his eyebrows stretched happily. When the procession reached the most prosperous streets and alleys in the capital, the surrounding sounds became noisy, and it was no longer as near Miyagi.

Pei Qing sent someone to open the road early, so that the people were crowded on both sides of the road, sticking their heads out to look at the sedan chair. Song Qing's peace of mind moved, quietly lifted the corner of the curtain, and looked out.

The market has been decorated for the Shangyuan Festival, and delicate lanterns are hung everywhere. It's just that it's still daytime, and the lanterns haven't been lit yet, so there's less atmosphere.

This is the first time she has been out of the palace, Song Qing'an felt fresh in her heart, and looked at it for a long time through the little horn that was lifted.

Where the sedan chair passed, the people all kowtowed and greeted each other, until they were almost at the bottom of the mountain, and the shouts became smaller.

In order to show sincerity, the prayer procession is to walk up the mountain. Fortunately, the mountain where Zhenguo Temple is located is not high, even if Song Qing'an is dressed heavily and cumbersomely, he can barely walk. She took Pei Qing's hand and got off the sedan chair, supported by him, and walked towards the mountain step by step.

Prostration, incense, meditation...... The series of ceremonies was over, and it was three hours later. Song Qing'an lived in the wing room arranged by the abbot. Since Zhuyan is still sick, the maid brought this time was arranged by Pei Qing, named Cuizhu.

Zhai Guan was removed, and Song Qingan felt that his neck was light, and the whole person was relieved. She sighed tiredly, and the rest of the maids stepped forward to remove the hairpin ring and take off her clothes.

After a brief freshening up, Song Qingan fell asleep. Although she had only eaten a simple pastry in the morning, she was very hungry, but now sleepiness overcame her first.

This sleep lasted until the evening, and Cuizhu came to call her to get up and go to dinner. After dinner, I will go to the Buddhist hall to chant sutras and pray all night.

Song Qing'an had changed into Yanju clothes, knelt on the futon, folded his hands, closed his eyes and recited, his face full of piety and peace.

Listening to the sound outside the Buddhist hall, Song Qing'an slowly opened his eyes. She stood up from the futon with the hem of her skirt and gently beat her sore legs as she asked Cuizhu:

"Do you know where Pei Zhangyin lives?"

Cuizhu was slightly stunned and replied, "Does the maid know, what is the matter with the princess?" The servant can go to the communication on your behalf. ”

Song Qing'an raised her hand, Cuizhu hurriedly went over to support her, only to hear Princess Zhaoding's soft voice ringing in her ears: "No need, take me to see him." ”

Cuizhu whispered, took the cloak and put it on Song Qing'an, and said no more.

The sound of the city faintly came up the mountain, and Song Qing'an listened to it, yearning for it more and more. Pei Qing's wing room was not far from the Buddha Hall, so it arrived quickly.

Cuizhu consciously guarded outside, and Song Qingan pushed the door in.

There was no light in the room, Pei Qing didn't know when he changed back into the dark clothes, he stood quietly in front of the window, almost blending in with the darkness. Hearing someone coming in, he slowly turned his head to see that the white moonlight outside the window reflected on his face, which was chilling.

Seeing that it was Song Qing'an, Pei Qing raised her eyes lazily, and asked with a smile: "Shouldn't the princess be in the Buddha Hall?" ”

Song Qingan walked to Pei Qing's side and looked out the window with him. Here is facing the bottom of the mountain, the scenery of the capital is in full view, only to see the streets and alleys in the city are brilliantly lit, such as the galaxy pouring in, bathing in the blazing; Tourists are weaving, with colorful lights in their hands like beans, slowly moving between the streets and alleys.

"I'm just, a little bit like Pei Zhangji."

Her tone was soft, and the words she said quickly escaped into the darkness, but they brushed over Pei Qing's heart like a feather, leaving a tingling itch.

"Our family thinks that praying for the blessings of the people should be more important than seeing our family, right?" Pei Qing pressed one hand on the window sill, "Isn't the princess afraid of being discovered?" ”

"There are only me and Cuizhu in the Buddha Hall, and no one will find out." Song Qing'an gently hugged Pei Qing from behind, his eyes bright.

"What's more...... As long as there is Pei's palm print, I am not afraid of anything. ”

Pei Qing was noncommittal, but held the hand around his waist.

"So the princess came to look for our house, what do you want to do?"

"I want to ...... I want to go to the light market with Pei Zhangyin. ”

Seeing that Pei Qing didn't answer, Song Qing'an tentatively added: "If Pei Zhangyin is unwilling, it will be ......."

"According to the princess."

Before Song Qing'an could finish speaking, Pei Qing suddenly agreed.

She just asked casually, whether Pei Qing agreed or not, she also had other ways to let them continue to be alone.

I never thought he really agreed......

Song Qing felt a little excited, not only for Pei Qing's promise, but also for the sake of being able to go to the Lamp Market to have a look.

After all, she is only a seventeen-year-old girl, and she has been confined to the deep palace. The liveliness of the people, for Song Qing'an, is all kinds of novelty.

Song Qing'an's figure is also tall, but in front of Pei Qing, it is just enough to reach his shoulders. She leaned her face sideways, as if she was very attached: "Pei Zhangyin treats me so well." ”

"As long as the princess has been obedient, even if she wants the moon in the sky, she will make it."

Pei Qing patted the hand around his waist, Song Qingan let go obediently, retreated to the side of the window and looked at what he called Liu Quan to order.

Her whole being was hidden in the darkness, and the shadows obscured her countenance. The previous expressions of admiration all faded, and Song Qing'an's eyes were dark and dull, almost blending with the night.

I'll let you ...... Willingly pluck the bright moon to me.

Liu Quan quickly went and returned, holding a silver mask in his hand.

Under the moonlight, the patterns on the mask reveal coolness. Pei Qing put on the mask, revealing only the lower half of his face.

Song Qing'an on the side laughed for a moment.

Although Pei Qing doesn't care about the eyes of the world, he doesn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

"The princess comes with us."

Pei Qing walked out of the wing room with his hands in his hands, and asked Cuizhu to continue to stay in the Buddhist hall.

Cuizhu secretly looked at Princess Zhaoding, who was following behind the palm print, suppressed the doubts in her heart, and retreated.

At this time, most of the monks were practicing in their respective rooms, or they had already rested, and Pei Qing had dealt with it. Song Qing'an followed him all the way to the temple gate, but he didn't meet anyone.

Liu Quan had prepared his horses and was waiting at the temple gate.

Pei Qing got on the horse first, and then stretched out his hand to Song Qingan.

Song Qingan looked up, a bright moon was hanging high, and there were two or three stars scattered around. The moonlight poured down and fell on Pei Qing, the darkness outlined his outline, and the mask added a bit of coldness and indifference to him.

Like a god.

Song Qingxin moved slightly, stepped on the stirrup, and handed out his hand. Pei Qing immediately clenched the soft wattle in his hand, pulled Song Qingan on the horse, and also circled him in his arms.

The familiar agarwood struck, and Song Qingan felt relieved for no reason. There was a low sound overhead, and the horses under their crotches ran down the hill.

The oncoming cold wind cut his cheeks like a knife, Song Qing'an's hood had already been blown off, his hair was slightly loose, and the fragrance drifted away with the wind, faintly echoing on the tip of Pei Qing's nose. He looked down distractedly, only to see the top of the head of the person in his arms.

Song Qing'an was blown back by the wind, rubbed back, and completely stuck into Pei Qing's arms. Sensing the stiffness of the person behind him, Song Qingan smiled as if he had succeeded.

She really didn't hate contact with him.

Even... Some like.

Pei Qing deliberately blocked Song Qing'an, who leaned on his arms and was a little dazed for a while.

Song Qingan unconsciously thought that in fact, although her approach to Pei Qing was dangerous...... But it's really simple. After all, Pei Qing has never refused her intimate contact.

This is not normal, she also heard the palace people mention this palm print when they talked about it, saying that there was a bold palace maid who tried to cling to Pei Qing in vain, but she was cut off her face and thrown into the court.

The two dismounted outside the city, and Song Qingan thought as he stood aside and watched Pei Qing tie his horse.

Pei Qing was tolerant of her...... Give preferential treatment...... What's the secret?

is just a princess, I'm afraid Pei Qing won't look down on it at all.

Song Qing'an straightened his hood and smoothed out the wrinkles on his body. Seeing Pei Qing walking towards her, she put on a soft smile again.