Chapter 19 Picking the Moon

Author: Liuyun Hairpin

Chapter 19 Picking the Moon

Song Qing'an sat in the sedan, listening to the sounds on both sides, his eyebrows widening with pleasure. When the team reached the most prosperous streets and alleys in the capital, the surrounding sounds became noisy, no longer like those near the palace.

Pei Qing sent people early to clear the way, so the people crowded on both sides of the road, stretching their heads to look at the sedan chair. Song Qing's mind moved, and he quietly lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out.

The market has been decorated for the Lantern Festival, and exquisite lanterns are hung everywhere. However, it is still daytime, and the lanterns are not lit, which lacks the atmosphere.

This was her first time out of the palace. Song Qing'an felt fresh in her heart and looked at it for a long time with the raised little horn.

Where the Luan sedan passed by, the people all kowtowed and said hello. It was not until they were almost down the mountain that the shouts became quieter.

To show their sincerity, all the praying teams had to walk up the mountain. Fortunately, the mountain where Zhenguo Temple is located is not high. Even if Song Qingan was wearing heavy and cumbersome clothes, he could barely walk. She took Pei Qing's hand and got out of the sedan, supported by him,

Walking towards the mountain step by step.

Bowing, burning incense, sitting quietly... It was three hours after the series of rituals ended. Song Qing'an stayed in the wing arranged by the abbot. Since Zhu Yan was still ill, the maid he brought this time was arranged by Pei Qing, named

Emerald.

After the Zhai crown was removed, Song Qing'an felt a lightness on her neck, and her whole body felt relieved. She sighed tiredly, and the other maids also stepped forward to remove her hairpin ring and take off her Zhai clothes.

After briefly freshening up, Song Qingan went to bed. Although she had only eaten a piece of cake since the morning and was very hungry, sleepiness overcame her now.

After sleeping until evening, Cui Zhu came to wake her up and go to have dinner. After dinner, she went to the Buddhist hall to chant sutras and pray all night long.

Song Qing'an had changed into Yanju clothes, knelt on the futon, clasped his hands, closed his eyes and recited, with a pious and peaceful face.

Listening to the sounds outside the Buddhist hall gradually subsided, Song Qing'an slowly opened her eyes. She stood up from the futon with her skirt in hand, gently beating her sore legs, and asked Cuizhu:

"Do you know where Pei Zhangyin lives?"

Cuizhu was stunned for a moment and replied: "My maid, do you know what's going on with the princess? My maid can pass the news on your behalf."

Song Qing'an raised her hand, Cuizhu quickly went over to support her, and heard the soft voice of Princess Zhaoding ringing in her ears: "No need, take me to see him."

Cuizhu responded in a low voice, took the cloak and put it on Song Qing'an without saying a word.

The sounds from the city came faintly up the mountain, and Song Qing'an listened more and more yearningly. Pei Qing's wing was not far from the Buddhist hall, so he arrived quickly.

Cuizhu consciously stayed outside, and Song Qingan pushed the door open and entered.

There was no light in the room, and Pei Qing changed back into the black clothes at some point. He stood quietly in front of the window, almost blending in with the darkness. Hearing someone coming in, he slowly turned his head to look, and saw the pale white outside the window.

The moonlight reflected on his face 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 and looked out the window with him. This place was facing the bottom of the mountain, with a panoramic view of the capital. The streets and alleys in the city were brightly lit, like stars pouring down, bathing in raging waves; tourists were weaving, holding colorful flowers in their hands.

The lights are like beans, moving slowly through the streets.

"I just miss Pei Zhangyin."

She spoke softly, and her words quickly disappeared into the darkness, but they brushed over Pei Qing's heart like a feather, leaving a tingling sensation.

"Our family thinks that praying for the people should be more important than visiting our family, right?" Pei Qing pressed her hand on the window sill, "Isn't the princess afraid of being discovered?"

"There are only Cuizhu and me in the Buddhist hall. No one will find out." Song Qingan gently hugged Pei Qing from behind, his eyes bright.

"What's more...as long as Pei Zhang's seal is there, I'm not afraid of anything."

Pei Qing did not comment, but held the hand around his waist.

"So what does the princess want to do when she comes to our house?"

"I think... I want to go to the Lantern Market with Pei Zhangyin."

Seeing that Pei Qing did not answer, Song Qingan tentatively added: "If Pei Zhangyin doesn't want to, then..."

"As the princess wishes."

Before Song Qingan had finished speaking, Pei Qing suddenly agreed.

She had just asked casually if Pei Qing agreed, but even if he didn't agree, she had other ways to keep them alone.

I never thought he would really agree...

Song Qing'an felt a hint of joy in his heart, not only because of Pei Qing's promise, but also because he could go to the lantern market to have a look.

After all, she was just a seventeen-year-old girl, and she had been confined to the palace. The excitement among the people was naturally novel to Song Qing'an.

Song Qing'an was tall and tall, but in front of Pei Qing, she could only reach her shoulders. She turned her face and leaned against him, as if she was extremely attached to him: "Pei Zhangyin treats me so well."

"As long as the princess remains obedient, even if it means the moon in the sky, she will be able to do it."

Pei Qing patted the hand around his waist, and Song Qing'an let go of it obediently, retreating to the window to see what he had called Liu Quan and ordered.

Her whole body was hidden in the darkness, and the shadows covered her face. All the previous expressions of admiration faded, and Song Qing'an's eyes were so dark that they almost blended into the night.

I will let you...take the bright moon to me willingly.

Liu Quan quickly left and returned, holding a silver mask in his hand.

Under the moonlight, the patterns on the mask gave off a cool feeling. Pei Qing put the mask on, revealing only the lower half of his face.

Song Qingan on the side laughed for a moment.

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

"Princess comes with our family."

Pei Qing put her hands behind her hands and left the wing, and asked Cuizhu to go back to the Buddhist hall.

Cuizhu secretly looked at Princess Zhaoding who was following behind Zhang Yin, suppressed the doubts in her heart, and stepped back.

At this time, most of the monks were practicing in their respective rooms, or had already taken a rest, and Pei Qing had taken care of it. Song Qingan followed them all the way to the temple gate, but did not meet anyone.

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

Pei Qing got on the horse first, and then extended his hand to Song Qing'an.

Song Qing'an looked up and saw a bright moon hanging high, with two or three stars scattered around it. The moonlight poured down and fell on Pei Qing's body. The darkness outlined his outline, and the mask gave him a bit of coldness and aloofness.

Like a god.

Song Qing'an moved slightly in his heart, stepped on the stirrup, and held out his hand. Pei Qing then clenched the catkins in his hand, pulled Song Qing'an onto the horse, and held him in his arms.

The familiar agarwood hit him, and Song Qing'an felt relieved for no reason. A low roar came from above his head, and the horse ran down the mountain with a bang.

The oncoming cold wind cut his cheeks like a knife. Song Qingan's hood had already been blown off, and his bun was slightly loose. The fragrance drifted with the wind and vaguely echoed on the tip of Pei Qing's nose. He looked down while distracted and could only see

to the head of the person in your arms.

Song Qing'an shrank from being blown by the wind, then leaned back and leaned completely into Pei Qing's arms. Noticing that the person behind him stiffened, Song Qing'an smiled as if he had succeeded.

She really didn't hate contact with him.

Even...somewhat like it.

Pei Qing deliberately shielded Song Qing'an from the wind, and the latter leaned in his arms and felt a little faint for a moment.

Song Qing'an couldn't help but think that although her process of getting close to Pei Qing was dangerous... it was also really simple. After all, Pei Qing had never refused her intimate contact.

This was not normal. She had also heard the palace people talking about this palm print in small talk, saying that the bold palace maid tried to cling to Pei Qing, but her face was cut, her hands and feet were chopped off, and she was thrown into Yeting.

The two dismounted outside the city. Song Qing'an stood aside and watched Pei Qing tie the horse while thinking.

Pei Qing was tolerant to her... gave her preferential treatment... what was the secret behind it?

She's just a princess, I'm afraid Pei Qing won't look down on her at all.

Song Qing'an straightened her hood and smoothed the wrinkles on her body. When she saw Pei Qing walking towards her, she put on a soft smile again.

Let’s go to the beautiful Lantern Festival! Come and ask for favorites and recommended tickets for three in a row~
Chapter completed!