Today is the Shangyuan Festival, all the bans in the city are lifted, and the city gates will be opened all night.

Song Qing'an and Pei Qing walked side by side, and they were also harmonious in the crowd.

In the Liang Dynasty, the fortification of men and women was not very strict, and as for the time of Shangyuan Night, it was the day when everyone tacitly met their sweethearts. Thinking that Song Qing'an and Pei Qing appeared like this, they were defaulted by everyone as noble girls and noble sons who traveled together.

There are not many people who have seen Song Qing'an's true face, and she is not worried about being recognized. As for Pei Qing...... He's all masked, so nothing should go wrong.

The lights in the city are like day, and the lights are high and low, and they are bright and magnificent. On the street, there are temples and clothes, and brocade clothes are intertwined, and there are many men and women who come out to enjoy the lantern parade like them. From time to time, the girl's laughter passed through her ears and drifted away with the wind.

Song Qing'an felt novelty everywhere he looked, and he was dazzled.

The further you get into the city, the more crowded it becomes. Song Qingan only cared about watching the excitement, forgetting that there was a Pei Qing on the side. Under the crowd, the distance between the two grew larger.

His wrist suddenly tightened, and Song Qingan was pulled over by a force.

In the end, Pei Qing couldn't stand it, and chose to take the initiative to hold Song Qingan.

He was a little helpless in his words: "Gong...... Yue'er, if I lose you, I won't be able to explain. ”

was read by Pei Qing in small characters, just like the intimate murmur between lovers. Song Qing'an lowered his eyelashes, his face was not obvious, but his hand moved quietly, interlocking with Pei Qing's ten fingers.

When he was going to find Pei Qing, Song Qingan carefully dressed up. She combed her usual three locks of hair, wore jewelry that was popular in Beijing, wore a long skirt with a crow blue woven gold rattan pattern, and wore a camellia red peacock patterned cloak.

At first glance, it looks like a noble lady, but it doesn't make people think of more.

Pei Qing acquiesced to Song Qing'an's small movements, and she held herself tighter.

These two people are both outstanding in appearance and bearing, Song Qingan does not need to say much, even Pei Qing, who has been covered with a mask, has attracted the girls who passed by him to look back frequently.

Song Qingan couldn't help but look at him sideways, and said softly in his heart.

"The stones are like jade, and the pines are like emeralds. Lang Yan is unique, and there is no other in the world. ”

This poem is appropriate to describe Pei Qing's appearance.

The two walked to a lantern shop, and Song Qingan stopped for a moment, his eyes lingering on two of them.

A rabbit lamp, a thirteen views of the south of the Yangtze River.

There was a lot of noise around, and Pei Qing had to lean over and say in Song Qing'an's ear: "If the princess likes it, she will buy it." ”

Song Qingan shook his head: "That's it, it's still a little inconvenient to carry this thing." ”

When she leaves tomorrow, she will take these two lanterns with her, won't she show her stuffing? Although Pei Qing must have a solution, there is no need to trouble him for such a trivial matter.

Seeing this, Pei Qing didn't insist anymore. He glanced at the appearance of the shop owner again, and then Song Qingan pulled him away.

It must be known that Pei Qing's robe is incompatible with the surroundings, and he also has a sword at his waist. Even though there was a mask to cover it, it couldn't stop his cold gaze. The poor stall owner was stared at, and in an instant, his hair stood upside down.

Seeing the strange Lang Jun walking away, the boss quietly wiped his forehead.

Weird...... This son... How is it so much like a person?

Song Qingan pulled Pei Qing around and stopped, and his eyes were attracted by the stall selling rock sugar gourds.

A few strings of sugar gourds are inserted on the handle, the sugar shell is crystal clear, and the hawthorn is full and ruddy. Song Qing'an's eyes lit up, he gently shook the hands he was holding together, and looked at Pei Qing expectantly: "Mu Zhi, I want to eat that." ”

Mu Zhi?

Under the mask, Pei Qing raised his eyebrows and stood still.

Song Qingan had to stand on tiptoe and said in Pei Qing's ear: "Palm print, this is the word I gave you." ”

"Mu is like a breeze, and the heart yearns for the ......"

After finishing speaking, Song Qingan looked at him with a smile: "What?" Listen to it. ”

The cold and hard lines of the mask softened under the reflection of many lights in the city, giving her the illusion that Pei Qing's eyes had become gentle.

After a while, Pei Qing seemed to nod slightly, then gave the vendor a few taels of silver, took the sugar gourd and handed it to Song Qing'an.

Song Qingan took it with a smile, but there was a thin layer of sweat in his palms.

He even accepted it...... Really... Wrong.

She didn't think that she was so capable, and now she could have Pei Qing's liking. What is it exactly...... Let Pei Qing indulge her like this?

Song Qingan held the sugar gourd silently, and Pei Qing thought she was tired, so he took her to sit down in front of the stall selling wonton dumplings on the roadside.

The stall owner looked at it from a distance and knew that these two people were either rich or expensive. The boss was afraid that he would accidentally surprise the two, so he didn't come over, and only greeted him from afar.

The moment he sat down, Song Qingan felt a little tired, and the feeling of hunger in his stomach gradually became obvious. Smelling the aroma of wontons and glutinous rice balls, Song Qingan "clicked" and bit a hawthorn.

The sweet and crispy sugar shell and the soft and slightly sour hawthorn flesh bloomed in his mouth, and Song Qingan squinted unconsciously, looking like a hungry little fox.

Feeling Pei Qing's eyes looking at him, Song Qing'an restrained a little, and handed him a sugar gourd: "Qingqing wants to taste it?" ”

The mask made Song Qing'an unable to see Pei Qing's eyes clearly, and he could only see the corners of his mouth smiling.

Pei Qing looked at Song Qing'an directly, leaned over and took a bite. Yin Hong's thin lips were stained with a little crushed sugar, and a small tip of the tongue skimmed the lip flap to bring the crushed sugar away.

Song Qing'an looked at it and felt some heat on his face for no reason.

It just so happens that the hawthorn is appetizing, but also to hide the embarrassment. Song Qing'an called the stall owner and asked for two bowls of rice balls.

She was hungry for most of the day today, and she only used some vegetarian food at night, and she didn't eat enough at all, so it was more than enough to eat a bowl of rice balls. When the stall owner brought the rice balls, both of them focused on the soft and sweet sesame rice balls in the bowl and stopped talking.

In the cold winter, the rice balls that have just come out of the pot are still steaming, wrapped in the sweetness of glutinous rice and sesame seeds. The faces of the two were blurred behind the mist, and they couldn't see each other clearly.

Song Qing'an took a bite, and the hot sesame seed filling flowed in his mouth. She inhaled slightly, and her eyes were sour.

She hadn't eaten tangyuan on Shangyuan Eve for a long time...... The last time was when my mother was still around.

Covered by the fog, Song Qingan let two drops of tears fall.

As if feeling something, Pei Qing raised his eyes to look at Song Qing'an, and when he saw that the person in front of him buried his head very low, he withdrew his gaze and thought thoughtfully.

No one knew that Pei Zhangji, who everyone was spitting on, and Princess Zhaoding, who was supposed to pray in the temple, appeared in the crowd so blatantly.

The light market is noisy, such as boiling, cars and horses, leaving incense all over the road. Pei Qing and Song Qing'an are in it, but they are independent. The crowd is surging, but this compartment is quiet and peaceful, and it is a world of its own.

A bowl of rice balls went down, and both of them felt warmer. Song Qingan also sorted out his emotions, and when he looked at Pei Qing again, he was as bright as usual.

"Let's go."

Song Qing'an got up, took the initiative to pull Pei Qing's hand, and smiled with him.

Pei Qing clearly saw the tail of her reddish eyes and the tip of her nose.

He glanced at it slightly, didn't say anything, only bowed his head slightly, and said softly:

"Okay, let's go."