Zhen Qingyin wrote down her wish, stood on tiptoes, and looked down.
The lanterns flowed down the stream. When they reached the mountainside, there was a small natural lake. The lanterns were stuck in the small lake and swirled around, but did not flow down the mountain.
She then put the lantern away and pushed it gently. The lantern carried the lit candle and swayed downstream, as if singing a cheerful song.
The system sneered: [You are cautious. I don’t understand what you are doing. Even if you complete the task, it will have no impact on you, right? 】
Zhen Qingyin said lightly: "I call it fighting against fate."
Showing off is a kind of confrontation, and boycotting is also a kind of confrontation.
【snort! You are just against me! 】
Zhen Qingyin argued seriously: "Don't you think it's actually you who have been against me?"
The system thought about it carefully: [...]
It's so right, it can't be refuted.
Zhen Qingyin's eyes were dark, and her tone was questioning: "In the original book, Wei Ji would go to Wanchan Temple to light a lantern for his sister every Lantern Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival. Why is it changed to Mingshan Temple next to Lishan today?"
The system shouted that it was wronged: [How did I know? I didn't do anything, I won't take the blame! If I had that ability, I would have brainwashed you long ago so that you would automatically and consciously do the task. 】
[Hey, black moonlight is also light, and psychological shadows are also in the heart. You two are destined to meet each other. It was God who made you meet. 】
[Otherwise, you should be careful. Maybe the male protagonist is chasing you to avenge your slap in the face. Tsk tsk, look at the dark face the male protagonist had when he saw you today. I won’t be surprised if he draws a knife at you the next moment...]
The system turns on the cynicism and gloating mode.
"Aren't you ready to show off?"
【put. 】
The system shut up, turned his back, and faced her with his butt.
"Qingyin, what are you sitting there looking at alone? You're going down the mountain."
Little Yin's voice came from behind.
"coming."
*
Mingshan Temple was crowded with people. The prince spent some effort and finally showed the jade token from the East Palace. The abbot was accommodating and he jumped in the queue to light the everlasting lantern.
When we went down the mountain, the dusk had dimly covered us.
The prince, who was in a bad mood, fell and stepped into a mud puddle. The water bag he immediately brought was empty, so he had to ask for directions and walked around the mountain for a quarter of an hour. He came to a small stream and washed the mud on his robe and hands. .
Feng Youxi put his hand into the stream. It was so cold that he couldn't help but shiver. He said quickly: "Your Highness, the water is too cold. When the guards get the water, pick up some dead branches and heat it with hot water..."
"Don't bother, I'm not that squeamish." The word "squeamish" squeezed out from the gap between the prince's teeth.
He pulled Feng Youxi away, squatted by the stream, held up water, washed his hands first, and then rubbed the hem of his robe.
The muddy water stained the stream.
The guards led the horses downstream to drink.
Feng Youxi was shocked. Has His Highness ever done the rough work of washing clothes?
He bent over and held the lamp, waiting behind the prince, sighing in his heart.
The Imperial Concubine once gave birth to a little princess who had smallpox when she was more than a year old.
At that time, the emperor was furious and conducted a thorough investigation of the Sixth Palace, but failed to find out who brought smallpox into the palace. Finally, he punished a group of palace maids and eunuchs, and imprisoned Empress Dowager Yang, who was hundreds of miles away, for a year.
I heard that Queen Mother Yang became a little crazy after that. After she came out, she couldn't even speak.
His Highness must miss the little princess. After all, from the time she was born until she was over one year old, His Highness hugged her almost every day.
In the dim and reflective water, the back of the prince's hand touched something, and he quickly retracted his hand.
"Shine the lamp forward."
Feng Youxi listened to the instructions and quickly moved the lantern forward.
"I thought it was a fish, but it turned out to be a boat lantern." The prince looked upstream. Upstream was Qingyue Nunnery. These lanterns should have been put by the nuns in the nunnery.
And the Zhen family.
The prince wanted to get up and leave, but suddenly he became curious.
What is Zhen Qingyin’s wish?
He picked up the boat lantern. The candle was blown out by the wind, leaving a short section as long as a knuckle. As soon as he raised the lantern and shined it at the lantern, Wei Yi's face flashed in his mind.
He scoffed.
Apart from Wei Yi, what else could Zhen Qingyin have wished for?
Just as I was about to throw away the boat lantern, I saw the words written on the boat lantern: I wish Yuanyuan happiness.
He was stunned and recognized at a glance that it was Zhen Qingyin's calligraphy. It was unremarkable, ordinary, without any personality or character.
Her wish is for Zhen Yuanyuan to be happy?
It's not just that.
Inexplicably, an unprecedented desire to spy arose from the bottom of my heart.
"Wang Linyuan."
Wang Linyuan, the guard commander of the East Palace, hurriedly stepped forward, cupped his hands and said, "I'm here."
The prince stood up, holding the lotus lantern in his palm: "Take people to explore the upper and lower reaches and salvage all the lanterns."
ah? Wang Linyuan's serious expression suddenly felt silly. Salvage lanterns?
He glanced at the lantern in the prince's hand in confusion, not daring to question, and said solemnly: "Yes! I will take someone to fish it out immediately."
Feng Youxi stood aside quietly, glancing at the lantern again and again from the corner of his eyes.
He didn't recognize Zhen Qingyin's name, but that didn't stop him from thinking about where the lanterns came from.
On that mountain, except for the young lady of the Zhen family who is worthy of the prince's attention, who else is worthy of his highness to waste his precious Lantern Festival time and stay in this deserted mountain for a small lantern?
In a short time, Wang Linyuan fished out all the lanterns he could find.
The prince identified them one by one.
The little nuns lacked paper and ink, so their handwriting was much worse. Among the dozens of lanterns, only two lanterns had the most delicate and dazzling handwriting.
The handwriting on one hand is a little childish, and the lantern is so ugly that it is hard to bear to look at it. It says: I ask the Bodhisattva and the mountain gods to bless Brother Yi and me forever.
The handwriting on one hand is mature and the lantern is exquisite and beautiful. It says: May God bless my son with a happy marriage.
Obviously, the one with immature handwriting was written by Zhen Yuanyuan, and the one with mature handwriting was written by Xiao Yinshi.
The prince was slightly surprised.
Each of them put a lantern and made a wish?
And Zhen Qingyin’s only wish is to fulfill Zhen Yuanyuan?
Is she being too nice to this cousin?
Look at Zhen Yuanyuan and her daughter, no one's wish has anything to do with her.
Is it stupidity, a guilty conscience, or is he just too fond of Wei Yi?
The wind blew from the other side of the stream. Wang Linyuan led the guards to stand behind the prince, waiting for the prince's next order to salvage the lanterns further away.
Feng Youxi endured the numbness of his scalp and reminded the slightly absent-minded prince: "Your Highness?"
The prince gathered his thoughts, his vacant eyes fell back on the lantern in front of him, and he said in a warm voice: "Relight the extinguished lantern and put it back into the stream."
In response, everyone took out fire lanterns, lit lanterns and pushed them into the stream.
Feng Youxi handed a fire seal to the prince.
The prince originally wanted to let the lantern go to Feng Youxi, but when he saw that, if he said anything, it would appear that he was making a fuss, as if he was avoiding someone, so he lit the lotus lantern and gently pushed it into the stream.
