The rain was falling, and there was nothing else in the garden except the sound of rain.
The Mingzhi Palace was lit up with lights and shadows interweaving.
The green gauze tent slowly lowers, and the shadows sway.
The kiss fell on the corner of the eye and the lips.
It's like drinking a pot of wine, the aroma is everywhere, and I'm so drunk that I don't know what day it is.
The slender white neck was raised high, and the thin lips fell on Song Lingzhi's lips all the way down.
The shoulders and neck trembled.
Song Lingzhi's body trembled, and he suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes, as clear as autumn water, were sparkling and misty, with ripples gradually appearing.
Through the layers of curtains, you can vaguely see the cloisonné enamel lantern with lotus pattern hanging above.
The light and shadows were dim, and they hung over the shoulders of the two people.
The brocade robe was folded in one place, and Song Lingzhi's slender fingers dangled lightly on the edge of the couch. Suddenly, her slender white hands gently grasped Shen Yan's sleeve.
"Wait, wait."
Song Lingzhi turned her head away, not daring to look directly into Shen Yan's pair of deep black eyes. Her red lips trembled, and a slight blush appeared on her palm-sized face.
Song Lingzhi bit her lower lip tightly, and after a while, she uttered a few words softly between her lips and teeth.
"Don't take medicine anymore."
Shen Yan frowned and lowered his eyes, his voice was hoarse and low: "...Song Lingzhi."
The tips of Song Lingzhi's ears were adorned with red plum blossoms, and her whole body seemed to be soaked in Jiannanchun wine. She was so drunk that she couldn't even speak clearly.
"Don't you have a brocade box?"
With a loud bang—
Suddenly, a loud thunder rolled outside the window, and the rain poured down. The shadows of the trees in the garden swayed, and the sound of the wind swept through the window with ornamental patterns on the windows.
The whole garden is quiet and lonely.
After a while, a faint whimpering sound was heard from the hall, which was scattered and disorderly.
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With every autumn rain comes a chill. Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is winter again.
In the cold winter, the long street was crowded with people, and children were sitting in groups of three or four.
The child heard the bell of the Qibao Xiangche in the distance, and he stood on tiptoe, looking up curiously.
The silver bell hanging in front of the Qibao Incense Car swayed, ding-donging crisply, and then stopped in front of the Shanyuan Hall.
This silver bell was put on by Jiujiu when she climbed up for fun. However, she was still small and had a small head. No matter how hard she tried, she could not reach the top of the carriage.
She was stubborn and refused to let others help her.
In the end, Lu Chengjing stepped forward and held Jiujiu personally. The young man was tall and slender, and he could easily reach the side of the carriage.
Tonight is New Year's Eve, and the children in Shanyuan Hall do not have classes. Instead, they sit together and make dumplings.
Flour was flying all over the table, and laughter could be heard coming from inside the house through the half-open window.
An old woman was walking under the eaves of the corridor. She saw Song Lingzhi with sharp eyes and hurriedly bowed to greet him.
He then wanted to call the children in the house to come over and kowtow to Song Lingzhi, but Song Lingzhi shook his head and smiled.
"It's a rare holiday from school, so let them have fun and don't be restrained."
The old woman kept saying "yes" and smiled.
"The money that the Majesty gave me as a New Year gift the other day, I gave it to the child this morning, along with the newly made brocade clothes. The Majesty is kind-hearted, and there are no children in the capital who are homeless, cold or hungry."
The old woman laughed and said, "Several older children have also been spotted by several shopkeepers. If they want to go after the New Year, they can go there as apprentices."