Chapter 279 (1/2)

There were dozens of people standing in the yard. Zhao Qingfeng stood two steps away and looked at them. His eyes were full of exploration.

Wen Jiu smoked at the corner of her mouth. Why didn't she see it before: Xie Heng's play is so good?

She wanted to get rid of Xie Heng's hand, but she had to squeeze out a smile, ”let's go.”

Xie Xuan, ye Zhiqiu and Jiang wucai walked behind them. A group of maids and young men carried lamps, walked along both sides, crossed the corridor and went out of the gate of the palace.

At the beginning of the city lights, the streets were full of pedestrians. As soon as they saw the people from the Royal Palace in Nanning coming out, they consciously withdrew to the side and let them out.

Warm wine was led forward by Xie Heng. The night wind was a little cold, but her palm was full of sweat.

Lights of various colors are hung on both sides of the street. Fish and animals form an interesting contrast. The lights on the long street are as bright as day, and everything in front of us becomes a little blurred.

Only the young man in front of him is so bright and dazzling, and thousands of lights are out of color.

She looked at the young man's beautiful side face and couldn't help feeling a little distracted.

In the past, she could be Xie Heng when he was young and informal, but now he spoke so clearly and innocently, and his eyes were full of affection when he looked at her.

The little king of hell threw away all his rebellious anger and covered up his murderous spirit. When he came to her, he became the beautiful childe of the city with a smile.

The night wind slowly blows on the face, blowing the young man's red hair belt lightly. If it seems to brush the warm wine cheek, it will itch.

Warm wine stopped and reached for it.

Somehow, Zhao Qingfeng on her side suddenly bumped over. She quickly stretched out her hand and asked in time.

Zhao Qingfeng, who lowered his head and covered his ankle, whispered, ”there is an ambush on the flying flower platform. Shopkeeper Wen, be careful.”

Wen Jiuwei was stunned, and then he helped Zhao Qingfeng up as usual. ”Young master, are you okay?”

Zhao Qingfeng looked at her and his eyes were full of: believe me!, But he still smiled. ”It doesn't matter. There are too many people and I don't know who hit him.”

The waitresses on the left and right roads were separated by a few steps. There were so many pedestrians in the street that they couldn't tell whether Zhao Qingfeng was really hit by someone.

”Nothing is good.” Wen Jiu was about to retreat, but he was dragged by the teenager with his fingers clasped. His whole body was held in his arms, inexplicably hot.

Xie Heng whispered to her, ”don't pay attention to him.”

”But he said there was an ambush on the flying flower platform.” Wen Jiu whispered, ”this man... Is very strange.”

It's the only time she won't push him away.

Xie Heng smiled low, ”what's strange? It's just a swing.”

Wen Jiu looked up at him in surprise.

She thought she had seen thousands of people and faces and knew that the world was unpredictable and dangerous, but the boy always woke up the dreamer with a word.

Even Zhao Qingfeng next to her didn't hear what she said.

A koi lamp suddenly dropped from the high platform not far away, with a pearl in its mouth, just like a valuable appearance.

The people under the stage rushed up and looted. They didn't know what the koi lamp was made of. The fire in the lamp was becoming more and more prosperous, but it swayed and floated in the air. The people under the stage couldn't catch it when they jumped up. They could only see that the lamp was getting farther and farther away from them.

This thing is very novel. Warm wine can't help looking at it more.

”Like it?” Xie Heng asked in her ear.

Not yet.

The boy suddenly flew up, jumped into the air, and gently and skillfully took the koi lamp in his hand.

The night is like ink, the stars are shining all over the sky, and the moon is like water, enveloping the youth like a bright jade tree.

As soon as he smiled, all the boudoirs and girls in the street lost their souls.

Just for a moment.

Wen Jiu heard many people around him asking, ”which childe is this?”

”I don't know if I'm married.”

”Who is he going to give this lamp to...”

All kinds of voices overlapped, and Wen Jiu couldn't help rubbing the center of his eyebrows.