Song Qinghui sat in the carriage, thinking of Meng Changce's words, his teeth itched with anger.

"What's wrong?" Ji Fuxue saw that she was puffing up, cute and funny.

Song Qinghui looked at him for a long time, and the words came to his mouth and swallowed into his stomach, "It's okay, it's just that I am a little angry when I think of a dog that loves to bite." ”

"Dogs?" Ji Fuxue raised her eyebrows unexpectedly.

Is there a dog in King Ning's Mansion?

Song Qinghui nodded vigorously and skipped this unpleasant topic, "Isn't it almost there?" ”

It has been more than a few days since the last time I entered the palace, and today the Lantern Festival is free of curfew for three days in Beijing, and Song Qinghui is excited to visit the Lantern Festival after dinner early.

King Ning's Mansion is only three streets away from the flower market, and the carriage stops at the corner of the street. Song Qinghui jumped out of the car, and the lively street market jumped into view.

The twilight was faint, but the whole street was brightly lit. All kinds of New Year's lanterns are hung high on both sides, and the street stalls and vendors are full of fancy gadgets, eating, drinking, and playing.

"Ah Hui, there are a lot of people here, slow down." Behind him, there was the sound of Ji plowing the snow.

Song Qinghui wore a red jacket, which was bright and amazing, and smiled back, "I know." ”

She took Ji Turning Snow's hand and poured into the crowd.

Ji Xiaojiu and Dongchang Fanzi, who were accompanying them, were about to keep up, but they saw Ji Fanxue turn around and cast a "wait in place" look at them.

Ji Xiaojiu touched his nose in embarrassment.

Palm prints say that the flower market is boring every year, it turns out that boredom refers to visiting the flower market with them, this year Miss Song accompanies him, he looks at the palm prints very happy.

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Song Qinghui pulled Ji to turn over the snow, stopping and stopping all the way.

In previous years, her brother took her to the Lantern Festival, which was Song Qinghui's favorite festival.

This year, the people around her have changed to seasonal snow, and Song Qinghui can still eat sweet Lantern Festival, and she can also see the lanterns with the characteristics of Daliang, she thinks there is nothing wrong.

"This-" Song Qinghui stopped in front of a small stall of a candy kneader, reluctant to move forward.

Seeing that the two of them were dressed extraordinarily, the peddler did his best to greet: "Childe, look, this looks like you and your wife!" ”

The hawker's hands are extremely skillful, and with a few pinchs, a small version of Ji Fuxue and Song Qinghui appeared in his hands.

Ji Fanxue was dressed in a moonlight bamboo pattern wide-sleeved robe, covered with a fox velvet cape, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, a silver crown and a high bundle, standing with Song Qinghui in red, really like a talented and beautiful woman in a painting book.

The sugar man pinched vividly, and he was seven or eight points similar to them.

Song Qinghui just wanted to take a look, but he didn't expect the vendor to pinch it too quickly, and he didn't buy it for a while.

A piece of silver was stuffed into the hawker's hand, and Song Fanxue was surprised to see Ji Fanxue happily take the candy man, "It's very good, thank you." ”

The hawker was so happy that he thanked him again and again and said several auspicious words, what a hundred years of good together, forever united.

When he said this, Ji Turning Snow was in his heart, and he rewarded a handful of broken silver one after another, and Xiao Ji turned the snow candy man to Song Qinghui, and Xiao Song Qinghui kept it in his hands.

The customer was so generous, and the peddler said even harder: "Two young children! Many children, many blessings! ”

I thought that Brother Gongzi would be as useful as he was just now, but I didn't expect the other party's eyes to change dramatically when he heard it, and his eyes were suddenly as cold as a knife, and he glanced at him deeply.

The peddler's hand shook three times.

Giving birth to a noble son early, did you touch the moldy head of this son?

"He doesn't have a heart." After leaving the sugar man stall, Song Qinghui was afraid that Ji Fanxue would be unhappy, so he stretched out the little sugar man in his hand in front of him, "Look, a reduced version of Ji's palm print." ”

The little self stood on the bamboo stick, and shook it in the girl's white hand.

Ji Fanxue didn't take the hawker's words to heart, and shook the sugar man in his hand: "Miniature version of Ah Hui." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"I didn't expect that our Ji Zhangyin also likes gadgets, and when I came out with my brother before, he wouldn't let me buy it."

"Why?" Ji Fuxue asked along with her words.

Song Qinghui pouted, "Brother said, this is all a fraud and will eat bad stomach." ”

"The little marquis cares about Ah Hui." Ji Fanxue said with a smile, "It's not like Ploughing Snow, it will only condone Ah Hui." Whatever Ah Yan wants, I will take you to do. ”

Song Qinghui clenched the sugar man in his hand slightly, and invisible warmth flowed through his chest.

"Look! It's a dragon and phoenix kite! ”

The people next to him exclaimed, and the crowd surged.

The two looked with everyone and saw six huge dragon and phoenix lanterns rising from the city tower, overlooking the entire Shangjing.