Don't talk nonsense, turn around and take the blame [Quick Transmigration]

"Don't think that I didn't see the gold ingot you left behind. I don't feel bad if it's not my own silver." Zhou Yan bought a folding fan from nowhere, and after fanning it a few times without patience, he lost interest. The mouth is empty and closed.

Xiao Heng didn't speak, but just led Wen Yanli away from the wind brought out by Zhou Yan's folding fan.

Looking at the unstoppable smile in the man's eyes, which was brighter than any lamp he had looked at, his heart was instantly aroused.

Money is hard to buy, the emperor laughed... This is not a joke.

Wen Yan listened to Zhou Yan's words, chuckled lightly, turned his face inadvertently, caught a glimpse of a red pistil and white flower falling on Xiao Heng's shoulder at some point, and stared in the black clothes all over his body.

He held Xiao Heng's hand with his backhand, and gently pulled the belt back, signaling him to stop.

The distance between the two was a little closer in an instant, Wen Yan raised his right hand to pick off the flower, held it up to Xiao Heng's eyes, and said softly with a smile on his brows: "I owe it to the Grand Tutor."

Xiao Heng's anger became even worse. The Chu Huaijin in front of him was rarely seen on weekdays, as if a single word could break all the wind and snow.

Xiao Heng stretched out his hand to take the flower, grabbed the only part of the receptacle, twirled it gently on his fingertips, and said with a smile: "Then thank the Lord for your kindness."

Zhou Yan couldn't help giving Xiao Heng a sideways glance, Xiao Jin had to take out a gold ingot, this breath of eating soft rice with relish came from the body of "Yan Wang detour", it was almost laughable big teeth.

But as long as that person is happy, Zhou Yan had thought about it a long time ago, even if Xiao Heng didn't put the gold ingot, he would definitely go back and give a thank you gift in the future, just the phrase "everything goes well" is enough.

"It's beautiful." Xiao Heng's eyes suddenly shifted from Luo Hua to Wen Yan, and he said something of unknown meaning.

For a moment, Wen Yan couldn't tell whether he was talking about the flower or himself, but after thinking about it for a while, he felt that it was probably... the latter.

"It's almost done, I see it so affectionately that my teeth ache." Zhou Yan stopped the vendor who was carrying candied haws skewers walking down the street, picked up a few skewers in twos and then turned his head and shouted in Wen Yan's direction.

"No one begged you to see it." Xiao Heng gritted his teeth and replied.

Zhou Yan paid no attention to it, and handed Wen Yan a bottle of the thickest syrup, and said: "When I was young, I always wanted to eat it, and I don't know if the taste has changed."

Wen Yan stretched out his hand to take it. The wooden branch was probably not polished clean, and there were still some burrs attached to it, which didn't prick his hands, and it still felt damp with some moisture.

Wen Yan lowered his head and took a bite. The sugar was hard and frozen, and the hawthorn was soft and sour, with a sweet, crisp and cool taste.

Perhaps it was because of the good mood, or maybe in this slow-moving environment, the appetite that was always lacking on weekdays suddenly came alive, so he lowered his head and took another bite.

"Like it?" Xiao Heng was not interested, he never liked these sweet and greasy things, but seeing this person eating happily, he also felt satisfied.

The hawthorn was big, and the syrup was thickly wrapped. In order not to stick to the corner of his mouth, Wen Yan ate with some difficulty, and without looking up, he squeezed out a "um" from his nose as an answer.

"Then I'll try it too." As soon as Xiao Heng finished speaking, Zhou Yan quickly held up a bunch of sticks to his mouth and said, "Here you are, I can't finish eating so many Xiaojins." .”

Xiao Heng ignored Zhou Yan, tilted his head to hold Wen Yan's wrist and pulled it, and bit down on the top of the sugar ball that Wen Yan had eaten half.

Wen Yan looked at the vacant bamboo branch and blinked.

I ate half of it, and it turned out that it was gone.

The hard syrup fell off long ago, and there was only half a hawthorn ball left, covered with some pitiful bits of sugar foam, it was so sour, but Xiao Heng still opened his eyes and said nonsense: "It's quite sweet. "

"Do you want more?" Wen Yan asked in a low voice without taking back his hand.

A restaurant next to the aisle added a few more lights to make the light brighter, and all of them fell on the eyes of the man looking up at him.

Xiao Heng couldn't hold back, and lowered his head to kiss Wen Yan's lips in an extremely shallow kiss that couldn't be called a kiss.

"Enough." Xiao Heng replied with a smile.

This time is really enough.

Not only did the sugar taste, it was overly sweet.

"Xiao Heng, can you show some face." Zhou Yan frantically opened his fan to block the two of them. This person is coming and going, how can he still kiss him after eating candied haws?

I don't know which house has a copper bell hanging from the corner of the eaves, which is blown by the wind and rings alone. Although there are a lot of people's voices, it is still floating intermittently by the wind.

Wen Yan realized later, and only after Zhou Yan closed his fans did he come to his senses about what was going to happen. His mind, which was a little dull from being drunk by the wind, became clear, and a sense of shame surged from his bones desperately.

I always feel that everyone is looking at them intentionally or unintentionally.

The more Wen Yan thought about it, the more angry he was, he took half of the candied haws left and put it to Xiao Heng's mouth, and said bitterly with red ears: "You can eat it to death."

Xiao Heng smiled lowly, shaking his chest up and down, showing no sign of introspection.

Wen Yan turned away angrily.

Xiao Heng stuffed more than half of the remaining candied haws into Zhou Yan's hand, and was about to follow, turning his head to warn "Don't steal it".

Zhou Yan: Damn ￥%#&*Did you understand?

Wen Yan didn't hear Xiao Heng's voice for a long time, but when he turned around, he saw Zhou Yan holding four or five sticks of candied haws, and asked, "Where is he?"

"I didn't catch up with you, so squat somewhere and cry." Zhou Yan thought heartlessly, the sugar ball in his hand collided and made a muffled sound, he looked down, neither threw nor ate.

The six streets are brightly lit, a big man walks around carrying all these children's food, even Zhou Yan feels ashamed no matter how thick-skinned he is, where does he put his face when someone bumps into him?

"Are you still eating?" Zhou Yan asked unwillingly.

Wen Yan shook his head, and said innocently: "I bought so many, I thought you liked it."

"I'm afraid you don't have enough to eat." Zhou Yan said helplessly.

"No matter how much you like it, you can't eat like this," Wen Yanyu said earnestly, and patted Zhou Yan's shoulder, "Don't make a mistake in inviting girls out in the future, they will scare you away."

"Why should I invite the girl out?" Zhou Yan was shocked.

"Not a girl? Could it be a son?" Wen Yan frowned.

Zhou Yan: ...

"What girl?" Xiao Heng's voice suddenly sounded behind Wen Yan.

"Tingzhang said..." Wen Yan was only in the middle of speaking, and was interrupted by Zhou Yan's "I didn't say anything".

Wen Yan chuckled, and his eyes fell on the things in Xiao Heng's hand.

A glazed lantern of a colorful luan, made of colorful ties, three or four layers of gauze were folded together to form a cover. The lampshade was embroidered with Lovebirds and Bingdilian, and the bottom was decorated with beads of various colors. Even the lamp support was polished to a bright light. Hall, attracting frequent glances from passers-by.

I don't know if it's because the lights are so beautiful, or because the people are so beautiful.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and dialed the dial, and the beads were twirling one after another, making a crisp sound that could not be adjusted in depth.

"Hey, where did you find such a water duck lantern?" Zhou Yan still got angry, and deliberately found fault, "It's really difficult for the general."

"This is called Luanfeng Lantern." Wen Yanshun jokingly said following Zhou Yan's words, "Even if you are traveling with the young master, you must remember it, so don't get it wrong."

Zhou Yan: ...

It's not over yet, is it?

"I haven't seen such an eye-catching person all the way." Wen Yan leaned over slightly, the candle was full, probably not long after it was first lit, thinking of this person's previous record of blocking the road and stealing money, he raised his eyes and asked: "Isn't it just another candle?" Where did you happen to meet someone?"

The specifications of the "Lamp King" are not necessarily available at the foot of the imperial city where the rich and powerful are everywhere, even if they are bought with gold.

"Guessed a lantern riddle." Xiao Heng smiled and handed the lantern over, "I should have asked you to pester me and give it to you after calling my brother."

Wen Yan, who was about to take the hand of the lantern, gave Xiao Heng a faint look.

The smile in Xiao Heng's eyes was even bigger, "This is not to make His Majesty angry, everything must be kept simple."

Wen Yan took over the lantern, this was the first time he held the lantern by himself, it was a novelty.

The three people who seemed to have walked out of a painting walked side by side, causing many girls to blush with embarrassment, and the bolder ones followed carefully along the dimly lit Qingshi Street, until they reached the Yuelao Bridge. walk away.

It turns out that I have a sweetheart...

There is a long corridor beside the embankment of Yuelao Bridge, full of vendors selling lanterns, flower cakes and other small things. Everyone sings "The reeds are green, the white dew is frost", "Hold your hand, and your son" "Grow old together" and other verses that make people happy, so as to keep the pedestrians walking in front of them.

The three of them didn't squeeze into the crowd, but stopped in front of an old woman's booth by the corridor.

The old woman didn't say anything about "a gentleman is so good", she just laughed and said occasionally, "Do you want a lantern, my lord?".

The red lanterns hanging on the eaves of the porch cast some light on her silver hair, making her look radiant.

He is blessed.

"Young master, you have to choose this lantern yourself to be sincere." The old woman probably saw Wen Yan standing far away, so she turned sideways to talk to him.

Xiao Heng took the colorful luan lantern that Wen Yan had carried all the way, stuffed it into Zhou Yan's arms, and said, "Which one do you like?"

Wen Yan leaned over and picked out a white plum cup.

"Bai Meizhan is good, white head and white eyebrows." The old woman Xu Shi liked Wen Yan very much, and said a lot of ironic words.

Following Wen Yan's example, Xiao Heng also picked out a Baimei cup, but with a sudden turn of his idle right hand, he picked out another Concentric cup.

Wen Yan pointed to the two lanterns in Xiao Heng's hands, and asked doubtfully, "Two?"

"I don't need it, don't plan for me." Zhou Yan said very naturally while taking care of the things in his arms.

After walking all the way, there are only a lot of things, such as candied haws, cold cakes, and mandarin duck crisps, all of which are pleasing to eat, and now a colorful lantern is added.

How can this be to protect the emperor?It is simply to suffer.

Xiao Heng squinted at him, "When did I tell you?"

Zhou Yan: ...

"Then why do you need two lamps?" Wen Yan continued to ask, and then said quietly: "Do you still want the blessing of the Qi people?"

Xiao Heng didn't speak, but just led Wen Yan to Chaomu River.

The two walked down the stone steps in twos and threes. Xiao Heng took the ink brush called "marriage pen" placed on the side of the second step, picked up the pen on the white plum cup, and wrote the word "Chuhuang".

Turning around, he said to Wen Yan, "This is for the Emperor Chu. May the heaven prosper and the country prosper."

Putting down the pen, picked up another concentric cup, and wrote "Chu Huaijin" one stroke at a time.

The smile in his eyes was even bigger, and he said with a bit of affection: "This is for Xiao Jin."

"May... forever be good."

The lanterns flowed into the river, and the reflections of the red cages on the covered bridges flowed into the river. Wen Yan felt that his heart was soaked in the flow of morning and evening.

Mingming River is full of lanterns, but Wen Yan only has those two in his eyes.

The candlelight is bleary, but it seems that the Milky Way has fallen inside.

Wen Yan walked towards Xiao Heng step by step, pulled the man's skirt down, raised his head and kissed him.

"Is this from His Majesty's reward minister, or from Xiao Jin?" Xiao Heng said with a smile, wrapping his arms around Wen Yan's waist.

Wen Yan was slightly taken aback.

Looking up is another kiss.

Well now, one belongs to Chu Huang and the other belongs to Chu Huaijin.

Zhou Yan had given up struggling, not knowing how long the two would have to kiss, so he turned back halfway and bought a lot of lanterns to pass the time.

These lanterns are divided into marriage lamps and blessing lamps. Zhou Yan does not ask for marriage, but he thinks about praying for blessings, so he bought one for the elders in the family, Chu Huaijin, and Xiao Heng, so he bought more and more.

It took half a day just to write the inscription by the Chaomu River.

There are not many people who put up lanterns by the river, and there is only such a scene in a year. Like Zhou Yan, the original "what do I do with this?" Then let’s put another one”, “It’s all here, let’s put a few more” people can be found everywhere.

The three of them walked along the embankment, and when they were on the bridge at the corner, they suddenly heard a childish voice saying, "May the Holy Spirit succeed in everything, and may the fortune of Yunchu be prosperous."

The three of them paused, and it was inexplicably funny that this polite congratulatory message came out of a child's mouth.

"It's Yan Shangshu's little grandson." Zhou Yan looked at it for a while, then smiled.

"A few days ago, I heard him talking to Prime Minister Right, and then turned to you." Wen Yan laughed, "It's time for Tingzhang to calm down and marry a wife."

Zhou Yan: ...

"Oh, who's young master is this? He speaks so nicely." Like Wen Yan and the others, some passers-by stopped in their tracks attracted by the children's words.

"Would you like to put up lanterns to pray for the Holy One?" A girl nodded the child's nose, "It's so cute."

"Sister, do you want to put one for the Holy One too?" The crisp voice sounded again.

"Sister let it go."

"There is a large area on the upper side of the river. Many people are praying for the Holy One."

Wen Yan lowered his eyes and said softly: "Let's go."

The wind and snow have stopped behind me, and the lights have not slept.

This Yunchu, there should be a peace forever.