Qingdai's hands were white and translucent, and her knuckles were as long and beautiful as willow branches. Shen Changting stared at them in a daze, not daring to stretch out his hand.
Shen Yi took a peek at the face of His Highness, and was very anxious. He wanted to put his young master's hand into His Highness's. He coughed twice and then coughed twice, trying to remind Shen Changting.
Shen Changting had no reaction, but His Highness the Third Prince glanced at him and said pleasantly, "Shen Yi, you have a holiday tonight."
"!" Shen Yi didn't dare to move this time.
He has a holiday tonight. Will he never be able to come back to the Princess's Mansion?
Shen Yi was still grimacing, while Qingdai took two steps forward, climbed the steps, and approached Shen Changting step by step.
Qing Dai's movements were so fast that no one reacted. When there was only half a step between the two of them, Shen Changting hurriedly wanted to retreat. At this moment, Qingdai held one of his hands.
Qingdai raised their intertwined hands in front of them, "Isn't this very simple?"
This was...the first time he and His Highness held hands.
Was it a simple thing?
Shen Changting wanted to laugh a little, but his heart was filled with inexplicable bitterness.
"Ding - the task completion progress is 15%"
Seeing his dumbfounded look, Qingdai squeezed her hand briefly, then tried to let go, "If you don't want to..."
A strong force grasped Qingdai's hand, and the cold touch traveled along the wrist to Qingdai's heart. Shen Changting said in a deep voice, "Yes. Your Highness, I do."
The Flower Festival is really lively. The ten-mile long street is brightly lit, with a mixture of noise and laughter. There are shy and timid lovers, and there are also couples playing the piano and the harp.
Heat steamed onto Shen Changting's face, and he shrunk his fingers uncomfortably, not daring to look at the expressions of the people around him.
Qingdai was in a good mood, lingering at the street stalls, holding up a small object from time to time and asking Shen Changting if it looked good.
Shen Changting naturally agreed with her unconditionally. As a result, after walking only two sections of the road, the things in their arms could hardly be filled. Qingdai helplessly wanted to let go of the two people's hands, so that she could free up one hand to take things.
But Shen Changting held it tightly and whispered, "Your Highness..."
He hesitated and couldn't speak. Qingdai turned her head and looked at him, "Huh?"
It was probably because the atmosphere of the Flower Festival was so good that he felt a little carried away. The focused gaze of the person in front of him gave him the illusion that His Highness was paying attention to him.
He closed his eyes hard, and then opened his clear eyes to look at Qingdai, feeling cautious without knowing it, "Can... hold it for a little longer?"
Qingdai smiled, turned around and gave the objects in her arms to the children on the roadside. She raised their hands in front of her eyes, "You can keep holding them."
so terrible.
Shen Changting's ears burned red.
He actually had the illusion that Qingdai would accompany him for the rest of his life.
"Ding - the task completion progress is 20%"
Maozi jumped out and said coolly: You really know how to fish.
Qingdai admired Shen Changting's shy and handsome face: "I won the prize."
The two walked to the river, surrounded by lovers placing lanterns and making wishes. Shen Changting came closer, and what he promised was nothing more than some love words such as love until the end of time. His heart felt numb for a moment, and he quietly turned his head to look at Qingdai.
Under the dim light, the girl in red had bright eyebrows. She seemed to be aware of his gaze and looked up at him, "Chang Ting, you can also make a wish."
"If the gods and Buddhas don't allow it, I will allow you."
In the dim light, Qing Dai's smiling face overlapped with that of when Shen Changting first met her ten years ago. The difference was that it was him in her eyes now.
Shen Changting's heart was shaken and he couldn't make a sound for a long time.
He came back to his senses, suppressed the heat in his eyes, picked up a pen and made a wish on the paper, and hung it on the lantern in a precious and precious way.
Shen Changting whispered, "It's agreed."
Qingdai was curious and stretched her head to see. Shen Changting panicked for a moment and actually reached out to cover Qingdai's eyes. Both of them were stunned for a moment.
The feather eyelashes on the palm of his hand scratched his palm, and he let go as if he was burned.
Qingdai propped her chin up and smiled, "Changting, can't I see it?"
Shen Changting has never been able to refuse Qingdai. He smashed the jar and squeezed out two words from between his lips and teeth. After speaking, he turned his head to the side hastily and awkwardly, "I can see."
Seeing Shen Changting like this, Qingdai, who had been pretending before, became a little curious. She asked Maozi: What do you think he made a wish for?
Maozi cracked melon seeds: Either I will grow old with you, or I will have a daughter with you soon.
Qingdai clicked her lips and said with a smile: No.
Mao Zi was about to retort, but Shen Changting had obediently spread out the note over there. The words on the white paper where the ink had not yet dried were written sharply, but the ending was subtle, revealing a restrained character that matched the words of the person he wrote.
"I only wish that Your Highness the Third Prince will have a smooth and healthy life."
Qingdai's heart was suddenly burned by a sudden fire. Shen Changting lowered his eyebrows and looked gently at the wishes written on the white paper, and the corners of his mouth were unconsciously filled with smiles.
In the original plot, Qingdai died in battle, and he died calmly with such a gentle smile. He walked calmly into the desolation without bursting into tears or heartbroken.
Qingdai guessed that Shen Changting was relieved at that moment. He was not the concubine of the prime minister's house, nor the husband of the third emperor, but Qingdai's husband. It was just him, Shen Changting.
What I didn't dare to say before was finally revealed to everyone after that person left: Yes, Shen Changting loved Beitang Qingdai. Much more so than anyone imagined.
Qingdai blinked quickly, picked up the pen, and wrote another note.
"Your Highness?"
Qingdai's men kept moving and said softly, "Changting, make one more wish."
Shen Changting opened his mouth slightly, "Your Highness..."
"I'm sorry, I didn't accompany you last year. I hope I can make it today."
Shen Changting was speechless again. Qingdai unfolded the note in front of him and raised her tone, deliberately letting him hear clearly:
"Shen Changting will live a long life and everything he wishes will come true."
Shen Changting stared blankly at the note, and Qingdai lowered her voice, as if to comfort and seduce, "Changting, you can ask for more."
He clenched his fingers, "Including... Your Highness?"
The girl with a high ponytail was full of energy and pointed at her heart, "Including me."
