The reborn soft empress only wants to hug her thighs

Chapter 220 Fireworks World
"Are you OK?"

Luo Chuchu wasn't sure if he had read it wrong just now.

Yan Wenmao smiled and said, "What's the matter?"

That's all right.

Luo Chuchu continued to walk towards Qifeng Palace, and said as he walked, "Although the few days in the National Teacher's Mansion were a bit boring, something happened that made me very happy."

"Ah."

"It's just that I can't tell you yet." Luo Chuchu said playfully.

Sikong Jin agreed to help, this is the first, she has the last way out, this is the second.

Luo Chuchu was walking in front, and suddenly thought of a question.

If you want to get married, why can't it be Yan Wenmao?

Her eyes gradually became a little hazy.

marriage……

Isn't the clothes Yan Wenmao is wearing today really dark red? It's so pretty.

Just, just...

Assuming in my mind that I am married to Sikong Jin, I don't have much feeling, if that person is replaced by Yan Wenmao...

Luo Chuchu found that it was difficult for him to convince himself that marrying him was just for his luck.

Besides, what else?

Yan Wenmao was half a step behind Luo Chuchu, and he could only look at the bead chain on her bun that swayed with her steps.

The little hand holding him seemed to be warming up.

The cold and soft fingertips suddenly became a little stiff.

The palm gradually radiated heat and was slightly damp, as if thinking of something embarrassing, and wanted to curl up.

Yan Wenmao did not let go, but held her hand even tighter.

Who is she thinking about?

The little hand was held tightly by him, and the hot palm touched him, and his dry palm also became a little wet.

Luo Chuchu blushed and turned her head.

"You hold me too tight!"

Although that is what I said, but when I find that I really can't break free, forget it.

Even when they arrived at Qifeng Palace, Luo Chuchu was stunned for a moment before realizing that he had already walked such a long and long way holding hands.

An unremarkable carriage left from a remote gate of the palace, and there were two people sitting in the carriage.

Luo Chuchu and Yan Wenmao had already changed their disguises. I don't know if it was a coincidence, but they were both wearing light red clothes.

The bright red color is difficult to dye on fabrics. People usually change into new clothes when they celebrate the New Year or get married, and there are very few all-red clothes. After all, they are not wealthy and cannot afford them.

In order to blend in with the common people, the clothes they wore were also lighter in color, but it was not the dullness after washing many times, but the lightness of ink and wash.

The carriage stopped far away from the palace.

Most of the people living here are ordinary people. Although the house is not big, it has a large population, and everyone is happy to greet each other.

The street is also very lively, there are many small vendors setting up stalls to sell things, with red lanterns and various decorations hanging on the poles.

On Earth, during Chinese New Year, stores are usually closed and employees are sent home for the New Year.

But it is different here. The hawkers who set up the stalls are all the people of the capital, and they live nearby. There is no custom of staying at home during the Chinese New Year. Anyway, it takes two steps to get home.

All kinds of food are especially delicious against the fiery red color, Luo Chuchu only needs to take a look at the stall...

"Don't eat this."

Luo Chuchu was shocked and said, "Why?"

Yan Wenmao frowned and took a look into the black lacquered cauldron filled with oil, and said, "If you want to eat it, let someone cook it for you when you get home. The oil is not clean."

Luo Chuchu pouted, Gu Gu still couldn't escape the waste oil warning.

"Okay then, I'll buy some couplet blessing characters."

She leaned over to pick up a couplet from the stall, and her palms turned red instantly.

"Wait, what kind of dye is this made of? Why is it so inferior?"

The stall owner was not happy when he heard this: "Little girl, whose couplets are you saying is inferior? Is that how you took the couplets?"

Luo Chuchu was unconvinced, and the stall owner pointed to the side: "Look, everyone else is holding it up with their hands, and you are the only one who touches it with your fingers."

This couplet is different from the non-fading couplets printed on the earth. It is sprinkled with a layer of red powder, and then the red powder is rolled back and forth on the paper to dye the paper red.

As soon as Luo Chuchu touched her finger, it fell off.

"Okay, it's my fault." Luo Chuchu took out twenty copper coins and put them on the stall, and the stall owner immediately smiled.

"It doesn't take that much... what, you don't want it, is this compensation?"

With the lesson of the couplet, Luo Chuchu learned the lesson again when he saw the red knotted decoration hanging on the straw rope for sale, and said, "Can this be touched?"

The knotty girl nodded.

Luo Chuchu took it off to look at it, picked one, and said to Yan Wenmao: "New year and new weather, you can hang this on your body... hey?"

Her eyes fell on Yan Wenmao's side.

There hung a small pendant of golden leaves.

Although several months have passed, the leaves are no longer golden, but they are still cherished by Yan Wenmao.

Luo Chuchu carefully recalled that since the pendant was given to him, it seemed that he would hang it every time he saw Yan Wenmao.

After handing over the copper plate to the girl who sold the knots, Luo Chuchu didn't directly buy the ready-made knots and give them to Yan Wenmao.

"Girl, can you teach me how to weave this?"

The girl selling knotted ropes readily agreed.

It was not difficult to weave the rope. Luo Chuchu quickly found the rules, and made a bracelet for himself and Yan Wenmao, and a knot pendant.

"Here, this can be hung with the leaf pendant." Luo Chuchu pointed to Yan Wenmao's waist.

Yan Wenmao took off the leaf pendant and tied the knot with it.

Luo Chuchu held the bracelet, a little wondering whether to give it to him or not.

She remembered.

That time she saw a bracelet with wooden beads on Yan Wenmao's hand.

She pressed him, but he refused to answer.

"Forget it, this is for you." Luo Chuchu put the bracelet into Yan Wenmao's hand, "It's up to you whether you wear it or not."

Yan Wenmao immediately put the bracelet on his wrist, held Luo Chuchu by his arm, and said, "Let's go."

His behavior made Luo Chuchu feel a lot better, and the two of them strolled from noon to afternoon, still unsatisfied.

The night is still very lively, pedestrians coming and going are talking, laughing and strolling under the festive red lanterns.

"Bang-bang!"

The first fireworks rose into the air.

It stands to reason that he should return to the palace at this time, but Luo Chuchu is a little bit reluctant
"Let's walk around for a while and go back, shall we?"

She raised her eyes to look at Yan Wenmao, and his figure was reflected in her eyes.

"It's too deserted in the palace, I like to be outside."

Yan Wenmao touched her hair: "Of course."

Then the two went to take a flower boat, where they could put lanterns on the river, and a woman in her forties was punting the boat.

She likes to talk and is very enthusiastic.

"What you see on the boat is the reflection of the Wanjia lights. It's even more beautiful after the lights are on. If you want to watch the fireworks, you have to go to that building to watch them. It's not expensive, just a pot of tea."

(End of this chapter)