shock!Crazy criticism of treacherous ministers was dumbfounded by soft beauty kiss

Chapter 19 Picking the Moon
Song Qing'an sat in the sedan chair, listening to the voices on both sides, his brows relaxed happily.When the team reached the busiest streets and alleys in the capital, the surrounding voices also became noisy, no longer like those near Miyagi.

Pei Qing sent people to clear the road early, so the common people crowded on both sides of the road, looking at the sedan chair with their heads stretched out.Song Qing'an's mind moved, and he quietly lifted the corner of the curtain and looked out.

The street market has been decorated for the Shangyuan Festival, and exquisite lanterns are hung everywhere.It's just that it's still daytime, and the lanterns are not lit, so there is less atmosphere.

This was her first time out of the palace, Song Qingan felt fresh in her heart, and watched it for a long time through the raised corner.

Where the luan sedan passed by, the people kowtowed their heads to say hello, and the shouting did not quieten until they were almost at the foot of the mountain.

In order to show sincerity, the praying team has to walk up the mountain.Fortunately, the mountain where Zhenguo Temple is located is not high, even if Song Qing'an is wearing heavy and cumbersome clothes, he can barely walk around.She took Pei Qing's hand and got off the sedan chair. With his support, she walked up the mountain step by step.

Prostration, incense burning, sitting in meditation... the series of ceremonies ended, and it was already three hours later.Song Qing'an stayed in the wing room arranged by the abbot.Since Zhuyan was still ill, Pei Qing arranged for the maid this time, named Cuizhu.

When Zhai Guan was removed, Song Qing'an felt a lightness in his neck, and his whole body was relieved.She sighed wearily, and the other maids also stepped forward to remove the hairpin and Zhai clothes for her.

After washing up briefly, Song Qingan fell asleep.Although she was very hungry since she only ate a piece of pastry in the morning, she was still overcome by sleepiness.

This time she slept until evening, when Cuizhu came to wake her up to eat.After dinner, go to the Buddhist hall to chant scriptures and pray for blessings all night.

Song Qingan had already changed into Yanju clothes, knelt on the futon, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and chanted, his face full of reverence and peace.

Hearing the sound outside the Buddhist hall gradually subside, Song Qing'an slowly opened his eyes.Holding the hem of her skirt, she stood up from the futon, while beating her sore legs lightly, she asked Cuizhu:

"Do you know where Pei's palm print lives?"

Cuizhu was slightly stunned, and replied: "My servant knows, what's the matter with the princess? My servant can pass the news on your behalf."

Song Qing'an raised her hand, and Cuizhu hurried over to support her, only to hear Princess Zhaoding's soft voice rang in her ears: "No, take me to see him."

Cuizhu replied in a low voice, took the cloak and put it on Song Qingan, and said nothing more.

The sounds from the city could be faintly transmitted up the mountain, Song Qingan listened to it, yearning for it even more.Pei Qing's wing was not far from the Buddhist hall, so he arrived soon.

Cui Zhu consciously guarded the outside, while Song Qing'an pushed the door open and entered.

The room was not lit, and Pei Qing changed back to the black clothes at some point. He stood quietly in front of the window, almost blending into the darkness.Hearing someone coming in, he slowly turned his head to look, and the pale moonlight outside the window was reflected on his face, which was chilling.

Seeing that it was Song Qing'an, Pei Qing lazily raised her eyes, and asked with a half-smile, "Shouldn't the princess be in the Buddhist hall?"

Song Qing'an walked to Pei Qing's side, and looked out the window with him.Facing the foot of the mountain here, you can have a panoramic view of the capital city. You can see the streets and alleys in the city are brightly lit, like a star river pouring down, bathing in raging fire;

"I just, kind of miss Pei's palm print."

Her tone was soft, and the words she said quickly dissipated in the darkness, but they brushed against Pei Qing's heart like a feather, leaving a tingling itch.

"Our family thinks that praying for the people is more important than seeing our family?" Pei Qing pressed one hand on the window sill, "Isn't the princess afraid of being discovered?"

"Cuizhu and I are the only two in the Buddhist hall, no one will find out." Song Qing'an then hugged Pei Qing lightly, her eyes sparkling.

"What's more... as long as I have Pei's palm print, I won't be afraid of anything."

Pei Qing was noncommittal, but held the hand around his waist.

"So the princess came to look for our house, what do you want to do?"

"I think... I want to go to Dengshi with Pei Zhangyin."

Seeing that Pei Qing didn't answer, Song Qing'an tentatively added: "If Pei Qing doesn't want to, it's okay..."

"According to the meaning of the princess."

Before Song Qing'an could finish speaking, Pei Qing suddenly agreed.

She was just asking casually, and it was good for Pei Qing to agree, but even if she didn't agree, she had other ways to let the two of them stay alone.

I never thought he would really agree...

Song Qing'an's heart skipped a beat, not only because of Pei Qing's promise, but also because of being able to visit the Lantern Market.

In the final analysis, she was just a 17-year-old girl, and she was always confined in the deep palace.To Song Qing'an, the excitement among the people is nothing new.

Song Qingan's stature was considered tall, but in front of Pei Qing, it was just enough to reach his shoulders.She turned her face and leaned against it, as if she was very attached: "Pei's palm print is so kind to me."

"As long as the princess is always obedient, even if she wants the moon in the sky, that's fine."

Pei Qing patted the hand around her waist, Song Qing'an obediently let go, and stepped back to the window to see what he called Liu Quan to order.

Her whole body was hidden in the darkness, and shadows covered her face.All those expressions of admiration from before faded away, and Song Qingan's eyes were dark, almost blending into the night.

I will let you... willingly pick the bright moon with me.

Liu Quan quickly went back and forth, holding a silver mask in his hand.

Under the moonlight, the pattern on the mask revealed a coolness.Pei Qing put on the mask, only showing the lower half of her face.

Song Qingan on the side laughed for a moment.

Although Pei Qing didn't care about the eyes of the world, she didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

"The princess is coming with us."

Pei Qing walked out of the wing with her hands behind her back, and told Cui Zhu to stay in the Buddhist hall.

Cuizhu secretly looked at Princess Zhaoding who was following behind the palm print, suppressed her doubts, and stepped back.

At this time, most of the monks were practicing in their own rooms, or they had already rested, and Pei Qing had taken care of it.Song Qing'an followed him all the way to the gate of the temple, but he didn't meet anyone.

Liu Quan has prepared his horses and is waiting at the gate of the temple.

Pei Qing got on the horse first, and then stretched out her hand to Song Qing'an.

Song Qing'an looked up and saw a bright moon hanging high, surrounded by two or three stars.The moonlight poured down and fell on Pei Qing's body. The darkness outlined his outline, and the mask added a bit of coldness to him.

Like a god.

Song Qingan's heart moved slightly, he stepped on the stirrup, and held out his hand.Pei Qing immediately clenched the catkin in her hand, pulled Song Qing'an onto the horse, and wrapped her in her arms.

The familiar agarwood came, and Song Qing'an felt relieved for no reason.There was a low sound from above the head, and the horse under the crotch ran down the mountain with a "crack".

The oncoming cold wind cut his cheeks like a knife, Song Qing'an's hood had already been blown off, his bun was slightly loose, and the fragrance drifted with the wind, faintly echoing on the tip of Pei Qing's nose.He distractedly looked down and could only see the top of the person in his arms.

Song Qing'an was shivered by the wind, rubbed back, and completely stuck into Pei Qing's arms.Sensing the stiffening of the people behind him, Song Qing'an smiled as if he had succeeded.

She really doesn't hate being in contact with him.

Even... some like it.

Pei Qing intentionally shielded Song Qingan from the wind, and the latter leaned against her arms, feeling a little dizzy for a while.

Song Qing'an unconsciously thought that although her process of getting close to Pei Qing was dangerous...but it was really simple.After all, Pei Qing has never refused her intimate contact.

This is not normal, she also heard the palace people mention this palm print in gossip, saying that a bold court lady tried to cling to Pei Qing, but she was thrown into the court after her face was cut off and her hands and feet were chopped off.

The two got off their horses outside the city. Song Qing'an was thinking while watching Pei Qing tie the horse.

Pei Qing tolerated her... gave her preferential treatment... what was hidden in it?
It's just a princess status, I'm afraid Pei Qing won't look down on her at all.

Song Qing'an straightened his hood and smoothed out the wrinkles on his body.Seeing Pei Qing walking towards her, she put on a gentle smile again.

　Meimei Lantern Festival!Come to ask for a collection recommendation ticket three times~
　　


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