Probably because of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there are many more people who come to put out river lanterns than to put out Kongming lanterns.
Luo Qingchen held the candied haws in her left hand and the marshmallow in her right hand, and her mouth never stopped.
It was probably because I was really hungry two days ago, so I still felt hungry after eating a lot of food for dinner.
Feng Qianche followed behind him, forming a safe area around her. As long as a man deliberately wants to pass her by, he will look at her and the other person will immediately turn around.
He didn't know where his intimidation was. Maybe it was because the prince was born with it. In short, no one who had been glared at by him dared to approach them.
Until he saw Rong Muling's figure.
They were on the stone bridge, and he was on the other side of the embankment where the lamp was. I saw a little panic in his eyes, as if he was looking for something and kept wandering.
Feng Qianche half-squinted his eyes, a dark and cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Qingqing—" He called Luo Qingchen softly, then raised his right hand, grabbed her delicate wrist and brought her into his arms. His left hand touched her face, turning her back to the opposite direction of the river embankment.
The next second, he kissed her lips deeply on the stone bridge where people came and went without hesitation.
The sweet smell of hawthorn mixed with marshmallows mingled in her lips and teeth, and Luo Qingchen's brain almost completely stopped functioning at this moment.
He didn't even respond at all, just letting Feng Qianche's kiss turn around.
"Oh--" After this burst of booing and sighing, there was an instant of warm palms.
While Feng Qianche kissed her, she did not forget to open her eyes slightly and glance in the direction opposite the river embankment.
The man wearing a black robe seemed to be looking in his direction, his eyebrows tightened for a long time, then he slowly relaxed and left in the other direction.
At this moment, Rong Muling already had an answer in his heart.
That person couldn't be Luo Qingchen. Even if he thought it was her for a moment, when he saw the man and woman hugging each other and kissing on the stone bridge, he definitely thought it wasn't her.
Because in his eyes, it was impossible for Luo Qingchen to do such a thing. She was a lady of the family, and she had been virtuous and conservative during the three years she had been married to him. It was impossible for her to kiss a man in front of everyone.
Besides, he knew clearly in his heart...
She loved him.
It's just that her love has been coldly blocked by him. Until Lan Lingqian's miscarriage, he personally crushed her love and all her dreams.
After all, he was sorry for her.
On this Mid-Autumn Festival night, a bright moon hung in the sky. For Rong Muling, he couldn't sleep this night.
Feeling drunk, my mind recalled the scene when they first met. It seemed to be an autumn day, with yellow flowers and maple leaves piled all over the ground. Her eyes only fell on the peach blossom tree. The moment she raised her eyes, her eyes were extremely clear.
But to him at that time, Luo Qingchen was just a good-looking woman.
He already has Lan Lingqian in his heart, but he can't hold anyone else in his heart.
But his arrogance still existed. At that time, the sons of the other two ministers in the court danced with long swords and wanted to show off in front of her.
Proud of him, he landed the Qinggong, pulled out the sword from his waist, and danced another "Drunk in the Red Dust" dance.
The peach blossom tree shook slightly, and several peach blossom petals flew in the air with his sword.
He knew that the girl was looking at him, and he also knew that she saw God... (To be continued)