C899 899 Pious

It was obvious that she was very happy. Even Yan Yuan's mood had been infected by her.

"Father, I'm hungry."

young son, who had already bought all the lanterns, was in Yan Yuan's arms. Her soft and gentle voice made Liu Ruo Qing's heart soften a little, and the smile in her eyes became even wider.

"Let's go to the teahouse in the front. The fireworks look the most beautiful from there."

Without waiting for Yan Yuan to speak, Liu Ruo Qing suggested.

They would always go to that teahouse in the past, and find the best window to sit at, and specifically watch the fireworks, and order some tea, and play until the fireworks were finished before returning. It was already the middle of the night, but she was still in high spirits, even though her son had already slept for two hours, she could still lie on the bed and talk to him for more than an hour before finally sleeping.

This face was completely different from Qing Er's, but he could see the expression behind her on this mask. It was just like the reflection of her eyes, bright and beautiful.

Without batting an eyelid, Yan Yuan sized up her facial expression. Yan Yuan did not say anything, but the smile in his eyes grew wider.

He liked the feeling of being able to let go of her guard.

Liu Ruo Qing saw that Yan Yuan did not speak, and suddenly realized something, his face stiffened. His heart was a little worried, but he pretended to be calm on the surface. Did I say something wrong? "

"No, let's go."

Yan Yuan shook his head lightly and walked over to her side. The two walked side by side towards that teahouse.

Due to the location, coupled with the fact that it was the Spring Festival Gala, the price of this teahouse was nearly ten times higher than usual. As a result, the customers who came to this restaurant were either rich or expensive.

When Yan Yuan and the other two went up, the seats that they used to sit in were still empty.

Because Yan Yuan had frequently come here with Liu Ruo Qing in the past, and with Yan Yuan's conspicuous white hair, the shopkeeper naturally recognized him at a glance.

He originally thought that after Crown Princess Jing passed away, Yue Xiao would never come out again. He didn't expect that he would come out alone with young son today.

The shopkeeper didn't care about Liu Ruo Qing who was following by Yan Yuan's side and thought that she was probably one of the Duke's bodyguards.

"Your Highness, please come this way. This seat is for you."

He stepped forward, and treated Yan Yuan with extreme respect.

Yan Yuan followed him into the private room. The private room was close to the window, and looking at it from that angle, he could see all the fireworks outside, making it look extremely beautiful.

After ordering some food, Yan Yuan suddenly stood up and said to Liu Ruo Qing: "I'm going out for a while, accompany Heng Er to sit here for a while."

"Yes."

Liu Ruo Qing hurriedly got up and answered yes. After Yan Yuan left the room, she returned to his seat and sat back down.

Seated opposite of him was his own son. Liu Ruo Qing looked at the little guy's face that was carved out of the same mold as Yan Yuan, and the corner of his mouth slightly curved into a curve.

Yan Yuan came out of the teahouse and quickly walked towards the river, looking for something.

At this moment, there were many young men and women by the river. His eye-catching silver hair attracted a lot of attention. Coupled with his flawless and perfect face, his appearance by the river attracted a lot of attention.

Everyone saw him anxiously looking for something and cast curious looks at him.

Then, he suddenly jumped towards the middle of the river. Amidst everyone's surprised cries, he lightly landed on the river surface, picked up the lamp in the middle of the river with his slender arm, and then, at an extremely fast speed, jumped back onto the river bank.

He impatiently turned on the river lamp. Seeing the delicate and pretty familiar handwriting, and the name written on it, Yan Yuan could not help but laugh out loud.

Everyone was curious as to who had written down the lamp he had picked up. Looking at his ecstatic expression, they couldn't help but want to take a look at it.

Yan Yuan seemed to be unaware of his surroundings. Holding the lamp, his hands were trembling, the smile on his face became wider and wider.

But the people that were nearby were shocked to discover that there were traces of tears within the corners of his eyes.

"Yes."

Someone heard him whisper in a trembling voice.

The lotus lamp was made from bamboo wire and had a layer of white paper on the outside with Yan Yuan's name written on it.

Seeing him whisper, the person beside him carefully placed the paper with the name on it into his bosom. His eyes were filled with devotion and gratitude.

This was the first time that the legendary King Jing, who seemed cold and cold-blooded, showed such a pious expression in front of an outsider. They could never have imagined how he would carefully protect that piece of paper.

Whose name was written on this lamp? And who wrote it, for the Prince Jing to be so pious and protective?

Everyone became even more curious, after all, the death of Crown Princess Jing and his white hair overnight were not a secret in the entire Jindu. That day, when Prince Jing and his men returned to the capital, the scene of him entering the city was still fresh in their minds.

The Prince Jing at that time had a head full of silver threads, and his eyes drooped downwards, as if the entire world had nothing to do with him.

If there was someone who could make the Prince Jing let go of his past and walk out from the sadness of his death, it would be a good thing.

After Yan Yuan retrieved the lamp, he did not linger. Even though he had left some guards at the teahouse to protect the two of them, he still did not dare let her leave his sight for too long.

The last time he had lost him, it had already scared him.

His hand covered the piece of paper in his pocket that had his name written on it, and he felt inexplicably at ease.

He had never believed in these legends. Whether or not the two of them could live for a long time was their own affair. He felt that as long as he loved them deeply, they could grow old together.

He was afraid that there was no difference between them due to fate. He was afraid that even if he found her and brought her back, she would still leave him.

So he began to believe in these legends, that as long as he could pick up the light on which she had written her name, they would be together forever.

He was full of sincerity, and hoped that the heavens would feel his piety and not take his Qing Er away from him once again.

After going up the teahouse and arriving at the entrance of the room they were in, Liu Ruo Qing was feeding her son. When she saw Yan Yuan at the door, she only said casually, "I'm back."

It was the tone of a wife talking to a husband.

At this moment, because she was in a good mood and because she was freely interacting with her son, she seemed to have forgotten that she was still in the "Bull Guard". After saying a few words to Yan Yuan, she continued to feed her son.