Chapter 771

The night is slightly cool, the moon is clear, the lamp is like the sea, and the people are like the tide.

The fragrance is cold, the scenery is wonderful, the light is like water, and the feeling is like a dream.

At night, Mo Xiyan took Murong Yu out of the Inn and joined the crowd in the osmanthus festival in the street.

She found that although the ancient ethics were strict and harsh, there were times when they were loose.

For example, at this moment, this osmanthus festival in anzhen.

Along the way, the girls who didn't step at the gate, one by one, followed by the girl bodyguard, like and excited, holding lanterns, chatting and laughing in twos and threes. When they meet the handsome childe, they will cover their lips and smile at him.

Some of the bolder ones even put their own handkerchiefs and shameful eyes into the hands of the childe they like, and have the right to be the object of love.

"It turned out that the Osmanthus fragrans Festival is still a blind date Festival." Mo Xiyan took Murong Yu's arm with his right hand and let his head lower. Only then did he come forward and sighed softly, "before coming to this era, I really didn't think about it. In fact, ancient times can be very open."

Compared with modern people's wait-and-see and Jiuqu mind, the way ancient people expressed their love was much more straightforward.

Here, there is no portal. As long as you look right, both men and women can express their love to the people they like.

Of course, she also knows that the time is limited to today's night.

After today, I understand.

Waiting for the ending of these CHILDES and ladies, or just beating mandarin ducks with sticks.

Well, it's better not to think so.

Otherwise, you have to cry to death.

After thinking for a long time, when she recovered, she had been pulled by Murong to the river under a tree with fewer people.

Don't cherish Yan's eyes and look at Murong Yu suspiciously, "don't we go?"

She didn't see anything.

Murong's face was not red and his heart did not jump. "Be quiet here."

He also pointed to the people who could hardly see the gap not far away to prove that his words were not false.

Mo Xiyan looked in the direction he pointed out. Sure enough, he saw that the whole main street was full of people. It seemed that there was no place to step on.

"Darling, are there so many people in this town?"

She couldn't help sighing, and didn't go deep into the purpose of Murong Yu's move.

"Those who don't go out on weekdays are out of the door, which is naturally lively." Murong Yu motionless approached again, holding Mo Xiyan's shoulder in his right hand, quietly facing those who look at her in the dark, proclaiming his sovereignty.

Most of the aristocratic family CHILDES who had been interested in Mo Xiyan sighed, shook their heads and walked away with the crowd.

Murong Yu was finally satisfied after he felt that there were fewer people watching Mo Xiyan.

Yes, the reason why he took advantage of Mo Xiyan's distraction and took her away from the crowd is because of these coveted eyes.

Don't cherish the beauty of Yan. He naturally knows her.

But as long as he knows these, he can roll as far as he can.

According to his meaning, it's better to go back to the Inn and sleep.

Well, what he wants to sleep is really a verb, not a noun.

But even if he thought again, he knew that Mo Xiyan didn't want to go back at this time. He knew it by looking at her high interest.

So he can only resist his impulse and stay here with her.

"It's so beautiful here."

Mo Xiyan sighed and stood by the river, sliding his sight inch by inch across the scene in front of him.

Not far from her left, there is a stone arch bridge. People come and go on the bridge, which is very lively, different from the street.

On the bridge are all young CHILDES and ladies with a osmanthus lamp in their hands.

When passing by, they all looked at each other. If they wanted to, they smiled at each other, got off the bridge, went to the water bridge on both sides, and put lanterns together.

Unintentionally, they pass by calmly and politely.

The water bridge with lanterns is on the right side of Mo Xiyan's current position.

There are girls on her side, and the lanterns on the other side of the river are all CHILDES.

They looked at each other with a trace of affection in their eyes.

The beginning of love is beautiful and illusory.

"It's nice to be young."

Mo Xiyan looked at them and couldn't help sighing again.

"Yan Yan is not old."

Murong Yu held her and stared at her deeply. The tenderness in his eyes was like honey and could not be melted.

"Naturally, I'm not old in this world. Think that Miss Ben is only 20 years old, but think that we haven't been thousands or hundreds of years old since our first life?"

Most of these five hundred years old were in the first world of cultivation.

Because Xiuzhen has no Jiazi, they often shut down one by one, ranging from 50 or 60 years to more than 100 years. In addition, she has experienced the unbearable time in the end of the world, so she is naturally old and heavy in her mind.

Murong Yu heard the speech, but I was distressed.

He knew that Mo Xiyan had always hoped for a peaceful and stable time.

Whether it is the real world, or the end of the world, or now.

What she thought was just a three-thirds of an acre of land, a family and a happy life.

Unfortunately, her identity doomed that she would never spend her days too peacefully.

It's impossible in any world.

Murong Yu silently pressed the turning mind in his heart, and his heart couldn't help being heavy.

In order not to let Mo Xiyan see it, he directly lay on her shoulder and made his voice sound happier as much as possible. Then he said, "just like a little girl, you say you're old? Tut Tut, you'll be older than me first."

Don't cherish Yan mo.

In terms of old age, she really can't compare with Murong Yu.

Because her age, whether the first or the next two generations, was not older than him.

So no matter how much she doesn't agree in her heart, she must admit damn it. You're right.

"Hum."

Mo Xiyan said that he had cut down the forest. Instead of talking to Murong Yu, he might as well be a quiet little woman.

"Sir and madam, I have bought the lantern you want."

Just when they were as quiet as chickens, the sixth day and the fourteenth day came to their sides with two lanterns.

"Lantern?"

Don't cherish Yan's eyes and beat hard with doubt. Murong Yu, who was still dead on his shoulder, looked sideways at the sixth and fourteenth day of the first day with his head down.

"The master told us to buy it." the sixth day nodded and replied.

In fact, don't say it on the sixth day of the ninth lunar month. Mo Xiyan can also guess that Murong Yu explained it.

However, her eyes swept gently on these lanterns, "isn't there only osmanthus lanterns in the osmanthus Festival? Where did these lanterns come from?"