Banjiang Misty Rain

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Shangyuan Festival.

During the daytime, the city is full of lion dances, juggling, and tourists.

At night, under the full moon, the streets and alleys are lit with lanterns, such as palace lanterns, animal head lanterns, revolving horse lanterns, flower lanterns, bird and bird lanterns, etc.

It is colorful and beautiful.

There are also dragon lanterns, and six dragons intersect each other in the streets and alleys.

Thousands of lights are like daylight at night, and a song is like the sea in spring.

People go out to the streets to enjoy lanterns, guess lantern riddles, and eat Lantern Festival.

The fiery trees and silver flowers all over the city are spectacular.

The royal family banquet is being held in the palace, and the golden hall is full of wine and wine, and the singing and dancing are peaceful.

Everyone laughed at Yan Yan and drank freely, but the prince was not there, and he was still alone with the eldest son's mansion for the last day of punishment.

Waiting for the imperial banquet, everyone had a good time and dispersed.

Yuan Huan ordered his entourage to send Princess Rui back to the mansion first, and then whispered instructions to another entourage.

Afterwards, she stepped out of the golden palace and climbed onto the high wall of the imperial city alone.

The cold wind poured into the cloak, making it rustle. She stood with her hands behind her back, looking at the bustling beauty outside the high wall.

Everywhere you look, there are thousands of lights.

The night is also covered with bright sky lanterns, as bright as stars.

She stood still, watching, waiting.

Wait for that person to come and watch the bustling scene with her.

Not long after, there were small footsteps on the steps below the city.

Zhuge Qian took a tiger lantern and stepped up to the high wall without any hassle, and saw Yuan Huan standing alone under the light of the lantern and the moon, his figure was as tall and straight as a pine, his black cloak was overturned in the cold, his warm face was frozen red by the cold wind , Like spring love peach petals.

Her eyes brightened for a moment.

"Come." Yuan Huan looked at her affectionately, smiled tenderly and sincerely, stretched out his hand to her, and waited for her to hold it.

For a moment, the eyes were both entangled, and the heart turned a lot.

Zhuge Qian approached with a few steps, stretched out his catkin and fell into her warm palm.

That palm, that warm, soft and hot makes people greedy.

She suddenly thought of a line of poetry: When spring comes, people are like jade in the world, and when the lamp is burning, the moon is like silver.

All the beauty is in front of you.

Yuan Huan pulled her in front of him with one hand, threw the tiger lantern in her hand aside with the other, took off the red fox fur robe she was wearing and hung it on the wall, and wrapped her whole body with his cloak like wings. Also cover into it.

Both palms tightly encircled the slender figure of the daughter's family, sticking tightly, passing the warmth of my body continuously.

That waist under the palm, that waist.

It is soft and boneless, as if it could be pinched with a little effort.

The lantern fell to the ground and ignited spontaneously, and the surrounding area was warmed by the red fire.

That fire, that fire.

But the moths want to jump at the fireworks.

Zhuge Qian's heart was like spring water, with rippling waves, while enjoying the burning heat seeping from her body, he said softly: "You are really more courageous now."

Yuan Huan smiled softly, arched his back slightly and bowed his head, buried it next to the woman's ear, biting the cold and round earball, and said in a low voice: "I have always been in charge of the guards in the palace, as long as you can leave the East Palace for a while. Step, the prince's people will not hinder us, and no one will see it."

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