Ji Hong paced back and forth in the palace, his expression changing continuously. After a while, he gradually calmed down and said: "The return of Nian'er is a great joy! Xu Jianghe immediately ordered to go down and arrange the Anyang City carefully. , welcome the eldest son!"
Xu Jianghe responded, followed the order and left.
Ji Hong then sat back on the throne in the palace, his eyes uncertain, as if he was hesitating about something.
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It's Haishi.
As soon as night falls, the slightly cold Anyang City lights up thousands of lights one after another. There are big red lanterns hanging high in the streets, alleys, bridges, downtown and other places, and every corner is filled with gentle light.
There was a bustling crowd, and many vendors were shouting and hawking. Young ladies in fine silks and satins walked hand in hand under the lanterns, and luxurious wooden carvings and chariots slowly passed by, adding a touch of color to the lantern festival.
Anyang City, one of the eight inner cities of Taichu, is a city under the direct control of the Ji family. Ninety percent of the ordinary people living here have the surname Ji. Except for the four families of the main line of the Ji family, almost all the others He is a descendant of many collateral lines of the Ji family.
The annual Anyang City Lantern Festival was not supposed to be held at this time, but Ji Hong, the head of the Ji family, gave an order and moved the Lantern Festival half a month later to today. The specific reason was not stated clearly.
However, as the rumors sweeping the eight major cities in the inner city became more and more intense, almost everyone knew that the eldest son of the Ji family, Ji Yuenian, was heading towards Anyang City at this time.
The territory within the walls of Taichu Ancient City is extremely wide. The large gate on the west side of the outer city is not close to the core inner city. If you travel on foot, it will take at least several hours.
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"A lantern party?" Ji Bugui looked at the lights in Anyang City, looking a little surprised, "My lord, there is a lantern party in Anyang City tonight."
The moonlight was like water, shining on Ji Yuenian's azure robe, as if it was covered with a layer of bright silver light.
A silver moon was reflected in the young man's pupils, and he said softly: "I probably know your father's intention of doing this."
Ji Bugui was a little confused and said: "I just counted the days. If I follow the usual practice, there will still be at least ten days before the Lantern Festival in Anyang City. Could it be that the eldest son's implication at this time is that ...Is this an order from the head of the family?”
Ji Yue young brushed the sleeves of his robe and did not speak, but continued walking towards Anyang City under the bright white moonlight.
The night wind was still cold, and the memories of sixteen years ago came flooding back, as if it was a lifetime ago.
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Lantern Festival, bright lights.
Zhao Yinyue stood quietly on the stone bridge, her black hair billowing in the wind, looking down at the dark river flowing under the bridge.
The moonlight seemed to have never changed since ancient times. It shone on her snow-white clothes and her cold eyes, making her look like an immortal.
"Yue'er."
Ji Hong wore a black robe, walked slowly onto the bridge, and gently hugged Zhao Yinyue's shoulders from behind.
Zhao Yinyue's delicate brows and eyes were full of alienation. She took a half step back, broke away from Ji Hong's hand, opened her mouth lightly and said, "What's the matter?"
"You just gave birth to Nian'er a few days ago. Why did you sneak out again without taking some time to recuperate?" Ji Hong's eyes were full of worry, and the concern in his words didn't seem to be fake. "You don't have the slightest bit of worry at this time." With your cultivation intact, don’t catch a cold.”
Zhao Yinyue glanced at Ji Hong, shook her head and chuckled, with a hint of disdain in her tone: "You and I have no feelings at all, so why do you need to act like this?"
Ji Hong was silent for a moment and said, "Turn your head first."
"What?" Zhao Yinyue's eyes flickered and stopped on Ji Hong's face.
"Turn your head first." Ji Hong repeated.
The woman laughed a little for a moment and said, "That's all, I want to see what you want to do."
After saying this, she gently turned around, her white neon clothes fluttering and fluttering, as if she was a moon palace fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.
Ten breaths later, Ji Hong's voice came into his ears: "Okay, just come back."
The night wind suddenly picked up, Zhao Yinyue turned her head, with a strand of hair at the corner of her soft and bright red lips, and what came into view was the dazzling fireworks in the sky.
The sky is full of fiery trees and silver flowers.
"Are you still lonely?" Ji Hong smiled.
Zhao Yinyue didn't speak, she just raised her head and stared at the magnificent fireworks lighting up the night sky.
Ji Hong leaned closer and said, "Yue'er, are you feeling better?"
The woman in white clothes, who was as beautiful as an immortal, still didn't say a word.
Ji Hong was silent for a moment, took off his black robe, gently put it on Zhao Yinyue, and said: "You are born like a heavenly being. I know that I am not worthy of you, but I will try my best to save you from Aren't you even remotely grateful that the Zhao family was rescued?"
"My mother is a lowly ghost. I am not worthy of anyone." Zhao Yinyue took off the black robe with a bare hand and threw it under the stone bridge. "I have some Tired."
After saying this, she turned around, holding on to the cold carved stone pillars, and walked slowly towards the bottom of the bridge step by step.
This river traversed the entire Anyang City. Under the moonlight, there were waves of water, rushing away with the black robe, and disappeared in an instant.
"Yue'er."
Ji Hong's voice came from behind.
Zhao Yinyue turned her back to him, her eyes as cold as moonlight were full of loneliness and loneliness: "It's too late."
Ji Hong was stunned for a moment and said, "Yue'er?"
The woman's snow-white dress swayed lightly as she walked down the stone bridge, her hair fluttering in the wind, and she never looked back.
Among the bright and noisy lights of thousands of houses, not even one of them truly belonged to her.
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Plucking the snow to look for flowers, burning lamps to continue the day, it is difficult to tell the fate.
The bright moon is clear and cold, I am rafting on the Yishui River, sleeping on the ground with tung trees and willow trees.
It's as if a lifetime has passed, my youth is white, but I'm trapped in a mirror.
The stars are turning, the fireworks are fading, and a colorful song fills the sleeves.
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"Zhao Yinyue was only sixteen years old when she gave birth to me. Seven days later, her spirit and soul died, and she died at the end of her life."
Ji Yuenian stood under the same bright white moonlight, looking at the brightly lit Anyang City not far away, and said softly.
"My eldest son, these all happened sixteen years ago," Ji Bugui's forehead was already covered with cold sweat. "The Ji family has always been very secretive about this. You were just a newborn baby at that time. How did you know this?" detailed?"
The young man glanced at him but said nothing.
Ji Bugui was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, his scalp numbing for a while, and said in a trembling voice: "Young Master, I know I was wrong! I shouldn't ask!"
After saying this, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard. However, within a short time, both sides of Ji Bugui's face were swollen with extremely obvious traces of bruises.
"Get up."
Ji Yuenian shook his head slightly and walked straight towards Anyang City.
