Zui Jiangyue looked close in front of her, but she was on the other side of the road.

Seeing the surging crowd in front of him, Shen Qiaoran turned around and motioned for the three girls to follow him, then turned and walked towards the opposite side.

At this time, night has fallen, and there are only the lights of restaurants and shops on both sides of the road, as well as the flashing lights of various colors on the stalls selling lanterns.

According to the tradition of previous years, wherever the float passes by, merchants will consciously extinguish their candles to welcome the arrival of the float.

Each year's floats are made by skilled craftsmen from various local areas in Dajin. After being sent to Beijing, they are uniformly selected by the imperial court. The final winner is the one selected.

The reason why floats are eye-catching is not only because of their exquisite craftsmanship, but also because of the people who ride on them.

The Shangsi Festival is also known as the Peach Blossom Festival. At this time every year, various Qinlou and Chu palaces in Beijing will jointly select the most outstanding girl to be the "Peach Blossom Fairy" of the year. On the day of the Shangsi Festival, she will ride on a float and parade through the streets.

The entire event will last for three days.

Because there is usually a palace banquet on the day of the Shangsi Festival, the wealthy nobles in Beijing are unable to go out to participate in the grand event. Therefore, the second day is often the busiest time.

And Shen Qiaochen didn't know all this. She was being protected by two maids in the middle, moving forward with difficulty...

In the end, Shen Qiaoran couldn't stand it anymore, so he pulled her to his side and held her in his arms, so that she could take a breath and continue walking forward with him.

Everything in front of Shen Qiaochen felt very strange, and what followed was full of curiosity.

In her previous life, she was physically weak and could only stay in the house all day long when she was not married. It was impossible for her to sneak out of the house at night.

Later, when I married Xiao Li... there was no such good time.

It can be said that in her previous life, she was like a canary locked in a cage. She looked well-dressed and glamorous, but she had never felt such freshness.

…

Not far away, a second-floor window near the street was open. Two people were sitting by the window.

One of them was dressed in red, holding a folding fan in one hand and gently pressing it against his head, while the other hand kept beating the time along with the sound of the piano coming from an unknown place.

Gradually, the sounds outside became louder and louder, and the faint sound of the piano was completely lost.

He stopped with his thoughts still unfinished, glanced out the window, and sighed: "It's so lively."

After speaking, he reached out and poured two glasses of wine, and pushed one glass to the opposite side of him.

The person sitting opposite him was slumped in the chair, holding his forehead with one hand, as if he was deeply asleep, and a strand of hair hanging down covered most of his face.

One corner of the long black cloak hangs casually on the ground. The material looks ordinary, but it is so precious that even noble families spend a lot of money to find it.

"It's so noisy, it's not over yet."

As if he was finally annoyed by the noise of people on the street, he opened his eyes and glanced out the window, a trace of displeasure flashed across his narrow eyes.

As he raised his head, his outstanding appearance seemed to light up the whole room. What was even more special was that he was a teenage boy with a sharp temperament that was different from his age.

He straightened up, moved his neck, picked up the wine glass on the table, and played with it casually.

Seeing him waking up, the young man in red turned his head. If Shen Qiaochen had been there, he would have recognized him as the person he saw at the alley that day, sitting at the window on the second floor of Zui Jiangyue.

Jiang Fengmian was dressed in bright red brocade clothes, gently shook his folding fan, looked at his friend opposite and raised his eyebrows, and said, "Could it be that you called me out just to watch you sleep?"

Xiao Jue's expression remained unchanged and he said expressionlessly: "Then you go back."

"..."

"Xiao Huaijin! Do you think I dare not beat you?"

Seeing that the other party obviously didn't want to talk properly, Jiang Fengmian also became angry. The folding fan in his hand instantly turned into a sharp blade and went straight towards Xiao Jue opposite.

Seeing that a strong wind was coming, Xiao Jue remained motionless, still lowering his head and playing with the wine glass on his fingertips, as if it was the most precious treasure in the world. He let a beam of cold light finally stop less than three inches away from him.

Seeing that he still had such a dead character, Jiang Fengmian became a little more understanding.

He withdrew his offensive, and in the blink of an eye he returned to his graceful appearance, and said,

"I quarreled with the prince again."

Although it was a question, the tone was affirmative.

"Why is it this time? Could it be because..."

Jiang Fengmian looked at Xiao Jue's expression and finally did not continue.

Xiao Jue looked indifferent and sneered: "Otherwise."

Obviously he did not show any sadness at this moment, but Jiang Fengmian and Xiao Jue have known each other since childhood. In a certain way, he is the person who knows Xiao Jue best in the world.

In his eyes, Xiao Jue at this time was not the domineering and invincible young prince of Prince Yong's palace, but the lonely but stubborn young man who stood alone under the tree when they first met.

Although she was so dazzlingly beautiful, there was no trace of brilliance in her narrow eyes. She just stood there all alone, as if she had been abandoned by the whole world...

Thinking of the past years, Jiang Fengmian felt a little dazed. It turned out that so many years had passed.

After coming back to his senses, Jiang Fengmian looked at Xiao Jue quietly for a while and said, "In that case, there is no need to tolerate it."

Seeing Xiao Jue's expression moving slightly, he continued: "If you can't do it, then I will."

At the end of the sentence, there was a trace of murderous intent, and in an instant, the whole person's temperament became dangerous.

Hearing this, Xiao Jue raised his head and looked at his friend across from him. A trace of complexity flashed in his eyes, but he finally calmed down and said softly,

"There's nothing we shouldn't do."

"It's just not necessary."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, picked up the wine glass on the table, put it to his lips and drank it in one gulp.

After putting down the cup, he returned to his usual nonchalance, as if everything just now was an illusion.

Seeing that Xiao Jue had returned to normal, Jiang Fengmian felt relieved, then thought of something, and whispered: "Speaking of which, what on earth did Your Majesty think of establishing the crown prince so suddenly?"

Xiao Jue raised his eyes and sneered,

"Sudden?"

"Our Majesty will never do anything on a whim."

"You mean... His Majesty did it on purpose." Jiang Fengmian said in shock.

"It's not intentional, but His Majesty must have thought about this decision a long time ago, and he happened to have such an opportunity that day." Xiao Jue said lazily.

"exactly?"

"Yeah, just right."

After speaking, he stretched casually and casually glanced at the crowd downstairs, but his eyes stopped when he saw a certain place.

Jiang Fengmian raised his head and was about to say something when he saw Xiao Jue looking downstairs with interest, so she followed his gaze.

"What are you looking at?"
Chapter completed!