Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 2189

Upon hearing this, Cen Yuan stopped and did not answer, but just looked down at Shi Anxia.

In the dim light, the lady's face is particularly beautiful.

A sudden river breeze stirred a few strands of hair on her forehead. Starlight shimmered between her eyebrows, creating a pool of shimmering water.

Her gentle smile was like snow melting on the mountains in spring.

The line "A glance at the crowd reveals the beauty of the world, yet the colors of the world are like dust" suddenly struck him again. It turned out not to be a prophecy in the poem, but the truth awakening in his blood.

From then on, the vast mountains and rivers in his eyes faded into the background of the smile on her lips.

The sound of hawking came from their ears, and Cen Yuan and Shi Anxia stopped in front of the stall. The bamboo rack was hung with painted masks.

His fingertips brushed across the delicate paper masks and he selected a pair of old men and women painted in a warm color.

The frame of the figure, covered with mulberry paper, is as thin as a butterfly's wing. The dimples on the cheeks are dotted with cinnabar, and the wrinkles are blurred with dark blue. The figure seems to be smiling as if it is about to come alive.

Cen Yuan tied the silk ribbon of the old woman's mask on Shi Anxia. The edge of the paper touched her skin lightly, feeling warm and cool without being uncomfortable.

The light shone through the gaps in the mask, casting tiny golden shadows on her eyelashes.

Shi Anxia also picked up the old man's mask with her bare hands, and when she tiptoed to put it on Cen Yuan, half of the green lotus spun open from her skirt.

Her fingertips accidentally brushed his earlobe as she carefully tied the knot.

His breath under the mask brushed the back of her hand, tickling the old woman's dimples a little deeper.

The paper was translucent, and you could vaguely see stars flickering in his eyes. The old man smiled sweetly and warmly.

Cen Yuan gave a few more copper coins.

The mask seller clutched the copper coin tightly, his eyes sparkling. He caught sight of the old man and old woman masks on the noble's face, his eyes rolled, and he grinned, revealing his gap teeth. "Thank you very much, noble! You chose the Bai Shou Yuan mask. We will definitely be together until we are ninety-nine."

With the blessing of "white hair fate", Cen Yuan's clear laughter spread with the river breeze. In her joy, she took out a few pieces of silver and bought all the masks on the shelf.

The boy was stunned and before he could come to his senses, he saw the noble man slightly raise his fingertips.

Several dark shadows appeared from the darkness in an instant like night crows flying over the ground. Each of them took out a mask to cover their face, and then quietly disappeared into the dimly lit area.

Bei Hui led several maids forward, and smilingly they each picked out the style they liked and put it on.

As my fingertips stroked the paper, I seemed to see again the Lantern Festival night many years ago, when they were crowded in front of the stall, laughing and joking for a pair of masks they liked.

The child was so frightened that he fell to his knees, kowtowed three times on the bluestone slab with his forehead. When he looked up again, the godlike couple was standing in front of the sugar-roasted chestnut stall.

Glossy chestnuts tumbled in the iron sand, their sweet aroma mingling with the aroma of caramel filling the air. Cen Yuan picked up a hot one, deftly peeling the brown shell with her fingertips, revealing the round, golden kernel, which she then brought to Shi Anxia's lips.

Shi Anxia half lifted the mask and bit his hand. The warmth and sweetness melted on the tip of her tongue. Her eyebrows curved like a crescent moon and she nodded repeatedly.

Cen Yuan's smile deepened as he handed a piece of silver to the stall owner, "Father, I'll take care of this pot."

The silver weighed about two taels. The old man weighed it, and his beard trembled with shock. "Sir! This is enough to buy me ten pots of chestnuts!"

Cen Yuan just smiled and said, "The extra ones are for you to warm up with some wine."

Bei Hui skillfully led people forward and wrapped them with oil paper.

As usual, some packets were shared among them, while others were to be taken back to the palace to satisfy the cravings of the young masters.

These days, everyone loves to eat sugar-roasted chestnuts.

After they crossed the Huaixing River Bridge, several green-covered carriages were waiting under the willow trees. Cen Yuan and Shi Anxia boarded the ebony carriage in the middle.

The carriage was not decorated with any patterns, and its blue cloth curtains were half-worn, making it inconspicuous among the other carriages.

The moment I lifted the curtain and stepped inside, the scent of pine mixed with the fresh air of ice flakes wafted upon my face. An ice jar was stored in a secret compartment in the wall, and a glass lamp shone brightly on a small gold-inlaid table in the corner. Under the brocade quilt lay a luxurious velvet rug, and stepping in felt like sinking into clouds.

As the wheels rolled over the bluestone slabs, the city sounds gradually faded away, and only the sound of the imperial bells could be heard, as if locking the lights and voices of people on the bridge into this warm and soft world.