Chapter 391

One day, Lin Lang leaned against the window to see the blooming crabapple.

It's autumn again.

She was enjoying the beautiful scenery, and there was a footstep behind her. The other side grasped her waist skillfully, and the tip of her nose rubbed her shoulder socket.

"Lang Jun, have you gone to court so early today?"

The man behind him whispered, and said, "the weather is beautiful. It's hard to clear up. Do you want to go out for a walk?"

"Good."

She was full of promises.

"Change your clothes first."

He had been ready to give her a set of blue dress.

"And change?" Lin Lang raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"They said they were going to go out for a walk. How can we have a good time without dressing up?"

"Well, you have a point."

One and a half of the empress of the palace guards the palace gate.

When he walked far away, the eunuch glanced around his eyes and stepped back to hold the maid's hand. He rubbed the back of his hand as he walked, "OK, you can raise your head now."

Lin Lang was relieved.

"Scared?" He asked with a smile.

"That's not true." She stroked her chest and was about to complain. Yu Guang caught sight of an old man carrying the handle of ice sugar gourd. He was excited immediately, "Lang Jun, you see, it's sugar gourd."

"Yes."

"What are you doing when you see it?"

Like when he was a child, Lin Lang was coquettish and pulled his sleeve.

"Not only did I see it, I wasn't stunned."

He reached out and knocked her on the head.

"Oh, it hurts."

Lin Lang cries out with pain.

"Have you forgotten that your toothache is just over?" The emperor had no choice but to drink three pots of six small bowls of astringent medicine, but did not cure your greedy disease

"Well, I'll take one and give you the rest, OK?"

Green plum whispered to bargain.

His heart suddenly moved.

"Well That's right. "

After all, brother Zhuma can't resist the younger sister Qingmei. Who can't bear to see her pathetic little appearance.

"Old man, I'll buy a bunch."

He took some copper coins from his waist.

Hot sugar gourd just got the hand, the little greedy cat can't wait to climb up his arm, open mouth waiting to feed.

"You..."

Children?

He couldn't help itching in his throat. At this angle, he could even see the sharp points in her row of glutinous rice teeth.

She was nine years old when she was growing this canine tooth, and she was humming with pain.

It was almost her worst temper, he remembered.

But it's easy to coax.

He would cheat her occasionally, and when her teeth grew well and no longer hurt, he would take her to eat delicious food on the street.

The little girl burst into tears for a smile and pestered him to call brother Lin Yu. It's very kind of you.

Zhou Xuecheng passes the Hawthorn string wrapped in syrup. She takes a careful bite and narrows her crescent like eyes.

He took a look, then reached out and took the sugar residue from her lips and put it into his mouth.

"Well, it's sweet."

He meant something.

The other side has no intention to reverie, still looking at the things in his hand.

Zhou Xuecheng looked at her small appearance, teased her and ate it all with a few clicks.

I licked the icing.

I won't leave any for her.

"Childish."

She said discontentedly, turning and going forward.

The blue sleeve was held by the man and held in the palm of his hand.

"What? Don't touch me. "

The other side looks back.

"There are so many people, don't walk too fast."

The young eunuch was wearing a blue gray peacock pattern official dress on the street with cars like flowing water and horses like a dragon. The cool color unexpectedly set off his pure and elegant beauty. His eyebrows were straight and straight, but his eyes were as clear as glass beads, just like the blue sky behind him, reflecting clean as wash.

I'm afraid you will forget me in the twinkling of an eye.

His lips opened and closed as if to say something.

Lin Lang couldn't hear clearly.

She leaned over. "What do you say?"

"You want to know?" He raised his eyebrows.

Perhaps it was far away from the palace, this man rarely showed the childish frankness, deliberately teasing his beloved girl, "then I will not tell you."

"If you don't say it, you don't need it."

Her green fingers poked at the man's chest, "Zhou, Xue, Cheng! This is what you said. Remember, I'll keep it in my mind, and I won't be allowed to say it in the future. "

Xiaoqingmei always calls him by his first name and surname when she is angry.

"Well, I was wrong."

"Oh, I'm sorry? Why don't you have guts? What about the bloodiness of your husband? ""What is backbone?" He pretended to think, "is it important to have a little life?"

Sweetheart was amused by him, small hand initiative to hook his tail finger, entangled, loving.

"This time, the palace is merciful and forgives you."

Two people walking in the crowd, Lin Lang also asked him, "what did you want to say just now?"

Zhou Xuecheng pretends to be stupid, "what say what?"

"Never mind. I'll let you suffocate. "

Lin Lang winked cunningly at him, and his attention was quickly attracted by the nearby sugar painting stalls.

"Want to eat?"

"Lang Jun..."

She is obsessed with people, with a pair of eyes like smoke but not smoke, like fog but not fog.

Since the end of the ceremony, he can rarely refuse her deliberate and careful opportunity.

"OK, I'll buy it for you."

He looks like he really can't help you, but he is honest, following a group of children, forming a long line.

In order to avoid losing Lin Lang, he still led people with him.

Two adults, a eunuch and a maid of honor, were particularly conspicuous among the children.

This kind of bad behavior of pulling people into the water makes Lin Lang can't help stepping on his vamp a few times, rolling out the impression.

The man's face is light.

"Here, you want to pour sugar, eat toothache, don't cry."

"No, it's not a child."

Zhou Xuecheng looks at the man holding the thin pole made of bamboo and stares at the pattern in doubt.

"Lang Jun, this is A little pigeon

Only children want sugar painting, mostly insects, birds and animals cute things.

Lin Lang thought that this man would give her a surprise of flying together and hibiscus. However, she thought that she was a fat and lively pigeon, with bulging chest and extraordinary air.

"Greedy cat, don't you remember? On your seventh birthday, you suddenly clamoured to eat meat. Lang Jun had no choice but to run all over the hillside and finally caught him

"Is that so?" The other side puzzled frown, "how does brocade Niang not remember?"

He pinched her nose.

"Forget something so important? It's time to fight. "

But for her, it may be an ordinary pigeon, which is not very normal.

He remembered it clearly because he had been running for a long time without catching anything. The 12-year-old brother couldn't bear his sister's disappointment, so he caught and roasted the carrier pigeon he had domesticated for two years.

As a popular Prince of Donggong, he was ordered not to keep pets, so as not to be discouraged. Only this kind of pigeon was allowed to contact, which was his first pet.

After that, he specially dug a pit, buried its bones in order, and set up a nameless stele.

It can be regarded as a master servant relationship.

At that time, the 12-year-old believed in the reincarnation of the underworld, and sincerely hoped that the pigeon would not be reincarnated to his home in the future. Otherwise, he would not catch the prey next time and sacrifice it to his sister's five Zang Fu.

That's a shame.

Of course, it was impossible for him to tell her the secret.

Otherwise, the little girl will blame herself again.

"Well, there are people who are performing arts over there. Let's go and have a look." In order to avoid being beaten, Lin Lang shifts the topic.

"Then go."

He led people, tight, like the strength of life can be exhausted.

In the twinkling of an eye, it was the night when the lights were on.

The river was ablaze with light.

"Shua --"

the water ripples.

Beside the brightly lit boat, a delicate boat swung slowly.

There was a long figure in the stern of the boat. His shoulders rose and fell slightly. He put the bamboo pole into the water. As soon as he reached a row, the boat broke through the waves and drove steadily on the river.

Boatman is a handsome young man with light clothes and a narrow waist.

He could only see the girl in the bow of the boat.

She held a lotus lamp in her hand. When the light glowed red, she bent down and handed it to the water.

Fingertips touch the water, push the lamp away.

"Are you making a wish?"

The boatman asked softly.

"Well I won't tell you. "

She looked back with a smile.

"What wish have you made?"

Zhou Xuecheng asked again.

"I told you not." Lin Lang curved eyebrows and eyes, "who told you not to tell me before."

"You don't say I know that, too

He took up the bamboo pole in the water, splashed pearls, and went on to the other side.

"I don't believe it."

Lin Lang deliberately contradicted him.

"You are not a worm in my stomach. How can you know what people are thinking?"Zhou Xuecheng chuckled, "if you want to know what a person is thinking, it's very simple. You just have to look at her, think about her, read about her, and there's no place to hide all the details of her

The affection in his eyes is too hot. Lin Lang slightly turns away from his head and replies, "do you know what I want now?"

"Yes."

A positive and clear voice.

"You don't really like playing river lanterns."

Lin Lang turned to look at him.

"You just acted casually. You put the light on with one hand, and when you splashed water, you didn't care if the lightboat would get wet. Am I right? "

"Well, you've passed this. What else? " Lin Lang was holding the hair that fell to her cheek.

The willow shoot leans on a toad moon, and the branches drop to the shore, soaking the new buds.

His voice grew fainter in the water.

And he said -

I know you want to kill me.

"There's no proof of what you say."

He laughed.

The smile is a bit lonely.

"As I said, to know what a person is thinking, you just need to look at her with all your heart and mind, and not allow others."

He watched it for two years.

I kept it from myself for two years.

I don't know.

What you like is not the man in power now.

It's not. The brother of Zhou's family, who used to be a grasshopper for you all night.

Childhood sweetheart, no guess.

In the end, it is my wishful thinking.