In fact, there were a lot of people coming to the lantern festival. Everyone looked up at the lanterns hanging high, and no one noticed the condition of their children. Besides, no one watching the lanterns was standing shoulder to shoulder, with festive expressions on their faces.
joy.
There were red lanterns all over the street, and every face was red under the firelight.
Ouyang Sufeng led Situ Qingqing to the front. His cold and solemn aura made people retreat involuntarily, leaving a space for five or six people to stand.
Seeing his cold and indifferent eyes, how dare the people on the stage not give him lantern riddles to guess? Wouldn't that be asking for death? It's not worth dying for a lantern.
"Rabbit lantern, rabbit lantern... mine."
Seeing her smiling happily, Ouyang Sufeng clenched his hand that had never let go and reminded him: "It's getting late. Where do you and the people from the Prime Minister's Mansion meet?"
He was afraid that if he stayed with her for a while longer, he would really eat her little rabbit.
"Qingyang Tower." Situ Qingqing was playing with the rabbit lantern with concentration. She didn't notice the depression in his eyes. She only felt that the palms of his hands were getting hotter. But she didn't mind it. There were so many people squeezing around, so of course it was hot.
Because so is she.
"Okay, I'll take you there."
It took the two of them a long time to walk on the short road, because everyone was moving very slowly. Ouyang Sufeng felt it more directly. He used his arms to protect the person in front of him tightly, and because of the crowd's pushing
, the delicate body kept bumping into his chest, and the natural fragrance belonging to the girl also rushed into his nose...
No man can stand it, especially if the other person is his beloved girl.
Ouyang Sufeng was worried that if he continued like this, he would not be able to suppress his feelings for her, so he simply hugged her waist, stood up from the ground, stepped on the tall man's head and rushed to the roof, stood up, fell, stood up, fell...
...leap forward with a gentle tap of your feet.
"Your Qinggong is better than mine." Seeing this, Situ Qingqing couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
Dad also said that if you learn the Qing Kung Fu he taught you, you will be the best in the world and no one will be able to match you. The magic stick dad really didn't listen to what he said.
"You have learned very well, there is no need to be better."
She just doesn't pay attention and studies with a playful attitude. Her father's teachings are the reason why she is able to achieve what she is today.
"But I also want to jump half a height like you. I can only be five feet above the ground at most."
She can't jump very high and often looks bulky.
That's because she hasn't practiced internal strength yet, and Taoist Master Kong Kong, who loves his daughter, doesn't want his daughter to be too tired.
"I'll teach you when I have time."
"Okay." She nodded obediently.
"Qingyang Tower is here, I'll take you up." Ouyang Sufeng put her down and looked at her softly.
"Yeah." Situ Qingqing responded lightly.
Entering the Qingyang Building, the seats on the first floor were full of people, including family members, friends meeting, and people sitting at the same table. Some were drinking and chatting, while some were standing by the windows and looking out. The laughter of the Lantern Festival could be heard.
Second floor.
The second floor is an elegant seating area, separated by screens with paintings of landscapes, birds and animals. The elegant seating area is a couch, with four or eight people per couch. A square table for warming wine is placed in the middle, and several a la carte dishes are served one after another.
Those who finish eating first remove their plates first, and then serve new dishes.
On the third floor is a separate box. The largest one can accommodate forty or fifty people, and the smaller one can accommodate seven or eight people.
The Prime Minister's Mansion booked a private room for thirty-five people. Although the total number of masters was less than ten, each of them brought one or two maids, wives, servants, and the guards of the palace, so a private room was quite large.
It can be squeezed in, and there are people guarding it outside.
As soon as he arrived on the third floor and saw someone, Situ Qingqing's originally happy mood suddenly sank. It was like cold water poured on hot coals, sizzling a few times, and instantly losing interest.
"Meeting means we are destined. You might as well come and sit in my box. Speaking of which, I haven't thanked the little miracle doctor for his detoxification."
The person who spoke was clearly the current prince Long Zhongjue.
When Long Zhongjue saw the person coming, his eyes suddenly narrowed sharply, but they quickly returned to their original state. He smiled moderately and looked at his cousin Ouyang Sufeng who said to him, "I have something to do today and I have no time."
There was something visible on his cold handsome face.
He doesn't like, really doesn't like changes.
Talking to someone but not looking at the person's eyes, and looking at others very rudely, Situ Qingqing said displeasedly: "You gave us the money, and we have everything we need. We don't owe each other anything."
Long Zhongjue suddenly turned his head to look at her, a cold light flashed through his eyes: "This is really not a good thing to say. It seems that money has changed people's lives. The life-saving grace is so great that I am still thinking about what to use."
There is no way to repay the favor, please don’t be too modest, little miracle doctor, and give me the opportunity to express my gratitude.”
His original intention was to use money to settle the follow-up matters. As the Prince of the East Palace, too many people wanted to cling to him under various pretexts. He had to cut off the path of some people first, lest anyone pretend to be a benefactor.
Desire to take advantage of him.
It's just that this time he was wrong. He regarded Situ Qingqing as an ordinary doctor and told her with the most vulgar money that the two of them were just a doctor-patient relationship. They each got what they needed. After the drug was cleared, they would go their separate ways and never see each other again.
Originally, his plan was that once the cold poison was cured, the doctor could not stay and had to die. However, he discovered Situ Changkong and learned that she was Situ Changkong's daughter. Not only could he not execute the plan to kill her, but he also wanted to
Win over their father and daughter.
If he hadn't been worried that the situation in the capital would change, he wouldn't have left in a hurry as soon as he was healthy. If he could have stayed a few more days, or if he had known about the fate of the little miracle doctor earlier, maybe he would have captured her long ago.
It's better for a girl to trick her.
"No need. I treat people regardless of whether they are rich or poor. If you have money, just pay a little more. If the poor people at home can't open the pot, I'll be happy to bring you a handful of vegetables and two eggs. I don't care about the person when I treat illnesses. I only see whether the illness can be cured.
, if you really want to repay me, just open a free clinic, set up a porridge tent, give charity in my name, and let people set up more longevity tablets of mine."
"Ha..." Ouyang Sufeng couldn't help laughing when he heard that Thorne was straight to the point and showed no trace of false morals about showing kindness without expecting repayment.
"Is it funny?" Long Zhongjue's expression condensed.
Ouyang Sufeng immediately stopped smiling and said: "I think the way she said it was very appropriate. Firstly, the prince expressed his gratitude and did not make the doctor feel embarrassed. Secondly, the people who benefited were the people who would thank the little miracle doctor for his kindness.
"Giving medicine to save people and giving porridge to people to avoid hunger is a great deed with immeasurable merit."
"Xingyan, I remember you said that you had something to do today and couldn't come to the lantern festival with me. Why did you show up here?"
Does his trouble mean...
Long Zhongjue's eyes lingered on Situ Qingqing's face. He was a little surprised that she was becoming more and more beautiful. Her skin was as smooth as silk, soft and white, and could be broken by a blow.
"I had something to do. I just finished it. I thought that my younger brother would like a lantern, so I went to the lantern festival for a walk. Unexpectedly, I met Qing'er who was scattered by the crowd. I took the opportunity to protect her." Ouyang Sufeng's explanation was reasonable.
But Long Zhongjue obviously didn't believe it. He even felt that his belongings had been usurped, and anger flashed in his eyes.
"Qinger?"
"It's your business if you want to stand outside the door and chat. I'm going to go into the box to have a rest. I've been walking for almost an hour and my feet are almost sore." Situ Qingqing didn't look at anyone and walked into the box booked by the Prime Minister's Mansion.
, there are people inside.
"Cousin, you are finally here." Yan Zhifei said with a smile.
Situ Qingqing also smiled back. There were cousins Zirong and Zhifei present, Zhilan was also there, but Zhihui, Zixu and Ziru were missing.
"Miss, where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time and I can't find you. I'm almost scared to death." Doumiao, with red eyes and swollen eyes, rushed over and she was really frightened.
"It's okay, it's okay. Let's take a sip of tea to calm down. I'm here! Don't shed tears. I am an auspicious person and blessed by gods and Buddhas. If something happens to others, it may not happen to me!" What Situ Qingqing said is true.
Nothing has ever happened to her since she was little, and she is blessed with good fortune.
"Miss..." Doumiao laughed through her tears and wiped her tears shyly with the back of her hand.
"Well said, you are auspicious and heavenly. Maybe you are really a god in the sky. I am so envious after seeing you, and I also want to come and enjoy your glory." Long Zhongjue pointed out something.
How to take advantage of it? Of course, it is to become a family and bring happiness to everyone.
"His Royal Highness?" Yan Zirong stood up in surprise when he saw the handsome man appearing at the door, followed by another handsome man.
"Prince Jingping?!"
Why did the two of them come together?
"His Royal Highness? Prince Jingping?" Looking at his brother's respectful bow, Yan Zhifei was secretly frightened and quickly pulled Yan Zhilan, who was eating snacks, to the side.
"Sit down, sit down, don't think that I am an outsider. I and the little miracle doctor are old acquaintances. You don't need to meet outsiders. Just do whatever you need to do." Long Zhongjue lifted his robe and sat down, as if he was the master.
The others were accompanying guests and were very leisurely.