The reborn soft empress only wants to hug her thighs

Chapter 135
Luo Chuchu trembled tremblingly, and looked back at the dark passage.

I don't know whether Yan Wenmao was trying to scare Song Zhiyue or just said it casually, but he stopped talking after saying this, and several people felt a little uncomfortable.

Song Zhiyue's face was pale, her footsteps were a little vain, and her limbs felt a little out of control. Could it be because she didn't eat?
The carriage was parked outside. Song Zhiyue and Shi Feng were sitting in the carriage behind. When they were about to step on the pedals of the carriage, their feet softened and they fell down.

Shi Feng helped her into the carriage, and Song Zhiyue said in panic, "What did you eat for me?"

Shi Feng calmly said: "You must stop doing things that endanger His Majesty's life, so that you can leave with confidence."

Song Zhiyue felt that the control over her hands and feet was gradually going away, and even her senses became blurred. For a moment, she was overwhelmed by fear, and said frightenedly: "Then why is my head dizzy too?"

Shi Feng Yan Ji quickly supported her head that hit the car wall with his hands, and said, "You feel dizzy without eating, what's the matter with my medicine?"

"..."

"Would you like me to feed you?" Shi Feng picked up the snacks on the table and asked.

Song Zhiyue's face was full of humiliation, but the dizziness forced her to succumb, and she opened her mouth in repulsion.

……

The carriage stopped in front of a seemingly inconspicuous inn, Yan Wenmao stretched out his hand to let Luo Chuchu get off the carriage.

"It's already afternoon today, it's almost dusk, don't you need to go back to the palace?" Luo Chuchu asked.

Yan Wenmao held her hand and said: "Your Majesty didn't have a good time last time? These three days are a good time to have fun outside the palace."

Since it is a festival shared by the whole country, there are even fewer things to do, and some urgent matters are sent over, and it is easy to deal with them.

Since Luo Chuchu wanted him to accompany her, Yan Wenmao made some preparations in advance, but he didn't expect such a thing as Song Zhiyue, otherwise he would already be in another inn now.

"Good!" Luo Chuchu cheered and ran into the inn.

The innkeeper is an old man with a white beard, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, like an old birthday boy who is having dinner.

Luo Chuchu looked at the simple decoration, and felt a sense of time and space confusion, because it looked too much like a Japanese hotel from the outside.

But when you think about it, the culture of the country that lives a good life comes from the ancient culture of Huaguo, and it is not surprising that there are some similarities.

The shopkeeper didn't react too much to the arrival of Luo Chuchu's group. He yelled at each girl and son, and turned a blind eye to Shifeng, who was carrying Song Zhiyue on his back.

"Rest here for one night, and tomorrow morning my servant will take your majesty to a beautiful place to play." Yan Wenmao said.

"I want to ask, is this farther than the hot spring villa?" Luo Chuchu asked.

"A little farther away."

"Then will it be farther away tomorrow than today?"

"It's still far away." Yan Wenmao replied inexplicably.

"Alright! Let's play somewhere far away!" Luo Chuchu became excited.

Staying in the capital all the time bored her, so she finally came out to play once, of course the farther away the better.

I don't understand why Luo Chuchu is so happy, but it's good that she is happy.Yan Wenmao thought so.

"The arrangement for today is another inn, which is bigger than this inn, but the time is a bit too late."

"It's okay, it's very good here." Luo Chuchu lifted the curtain that gave her the impression of a hotel. It was not a hot spring, but a place to eat, but there was no one there.

"Dinner will be ready soon." The shopkeeper said.

"No, just take a look." Luo Chuchu explained, then walked up the stairs, and said to Shi Feng, "Don't stay there, come up quickly, and you also have a rest."

Shi Feng went upstairs with Song Zhiyue on his back, and Yan Wenmao was at the end.

Dinner was not eaten downstairs, but was moved to the roof terrace.

A plain wooden round table, everyone sat around, a few servants from nowhere served the dishes, and Song Zhiyue was also placed on the reclining chair.

Luo Chuchu looked at Song Zhiyue, who had difficulty moving, and couldn't help complaining: "Shifeng, what do you think, how does sister Zhiyue eat like this?"

Yan Wenmao coughed and said, "It's crowded." He thought that Luo Chuchu would like the feeling of friends sitting around, so he specially asked Shifeng to move Song Zhiyue out.

Song Zhiyue watched them eat expressionlessly, and said, "I'm fine, don't worry about my life."

Shi Feng stuffed a piece of meat to her.

After dinner, Luo Chuchu wanted to leave, but Yan Wenmao stopped him and said, "Do you want to watch the fireworks, Your Majesty?"

Luo Chuchu hugged him happily: "You are really kind, you are so thoughtful about everything!"

Yan Wenmao's ears were slightly red, and he reached out to pat Luo Chuchu's back.

Not long after, under the backdrop of sporadic lights and a sky full of stars, the first fireworks rose outside the inn, followed by Kongming lanterns of various colors.

"Ah, I also want to put a lantern!" Luo Chuchu happily pulled Yan Wenmao up and down, "I also want to write a wish on it, so that it will be seen by the heavens."

When the scenes I have seen many times in TV series appear before my eyes, not only do I not feel bored, but I am very pleasantly surprised, and there is a kind of romance of dream come true.

Under the reflection of the warm light and gorgeous fireworks, Luo Chuchu looked up at the sky, feeling the urge to cry.

How wonderful it is, a simple life, no quarrels, no need to think about how to survive, just eat happily, and after eating, you can watch the fireworks, put the lights on, and blow the wind on the roof...

How wonderful it would be to live like this for the rest of her life, then even if she died at the hands of the raiders, she would have no regrets.

Yan Wenmao seriously wrote his wish on the Kongming Lantern, Luo Chuchu blinked quickly to disperse the uncollected tears, and leaned over to see what he wrote.

She thought he would write a poem with gorgeous rhetoric on the lamp, but she didn't expect it to be just four simple words.

"Everything goes well."

"It's a good wish. If everything comes true, there won't be so much pain and suffering in the world."

When it was her turn to write about her lamp, Yan Wenmao handed the pen to Luo Chuchu, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, would you like me to write it for you?"

"What! Don't look down on people, I can write a lot now!" Luo Chuchu puffed up her cheeks, and her eyes fell on the lamp.

"I'm very greedy, so I have to write smaller."

She has too many wishes, but the biggest wish cannot be expressed.

The nib finally landed on the paper.

"happy everyday,"

After the pause, Luo Chuchu thought for a long time, but couldn't come up with anything.

So many wishes are all due to not being happy enough in life, so just be happy, and nothing else matters.

"That's it, as long as you are happy every day." Luo Chuchu returned the pen to Yan Wenmao.

Two lights slowly flew up from the roof, merged into the sky full of lights, and headed for a higher and farther place.

Luo Chuchu and Yan Wenmao stood on the roof, looking up at the flowing light spots until they went away.

"Wishes will come true."

(End of this chapter)