The beauty of the peasant girl of crossing

Chapter 253 Fireworks
The sky is like flowers blooming one after another, and the golden light scattered in all directions makes the night sky so dazzling.

Shen Furong smiled and looked at the fireworks blooming in front of her eyes, her eyebrows curved like the moon.

These are the fireworks that she worked so hard to tinker with, and they are so beautiful, vaguely, they are all modern times.

She looked at the first Dapeng spreading her wings in the pavilion, and Zhu Yiyan who was circling with magic power. She had indescribable complexities and emotions in her heart. Regardless of whether Wu Yuanlie loved it or not, she was moved anyway.

Gorgeous fireworks are still blooming in the dark night sky, illuminating the night sky, as gorgeous as summer flowers.

Seeing this scene, the guard behind Wu Yuanlie stepped forward, "Your Majesty!"

"No problem."

Wu Yuanlie stretched out his hand and waved away the guards, looking at the people in the pavilion who were completely unaffected by the dance with interest.

Against the backdrop of the gorgeous fireworks, the dancing beautiful women are picturesque and dazzling, becoming the focus that people cannot ignore, and it is also a beautiful visual feast.

It's just that the accident always came so unexpectedly, when the beautiful woman turned around, she accidentally hooked on the fence by the pavilion, and she was about to fall into the water.

At the critical juncture, Wu Yuanlie jumped lightly, leaped from the bridge to the beautiful woman, stepped on the fence in the pavilion, pulled the beautiful woman into his arms, and led her to the safety zone.

Shen Furong, who was hiding behind the rock, saw this scene and nodded with satisfaction. At the critical moment, the woman's waist was not a waist, but a knife that slayed her soul.

With both hands around the beautiful woman's slender waist, Wu Yuanlie lowered his head unconsciously, but his eyes were dark.

The beautiful woman was dancing in the middle of the night but was bumped into by him. If it was a coincidence, it would be too coincidental. I am afraid it was a coincidence that someone knew his whereabouts in advance and was prepared.

Do this, not afraid of intentions, but afraid of ulterior motives.

It's just that when he saw the face of the person in his arms, his pupils dilated for a moment, as if he saw some incredible creature.

Just because the other party is actually the person he can't even think of.

"Zhu Yiyan?!"

Wu Yuanlie looked at Zhu Yiyan in surprise, completely unexpected.

Ordinary Zhu Yiyan is like a sharp-edged peacock, always giving people a sense of aggressiveness, but today, in her white clothes fluttering, she looks gentle and peaceful, full of expectation and vitality.

What's even more incredible is that she can dance, and she dances so beautifully. I have been married to her for so many years, and I have never seen her dance.

But remembering the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two in Fengyi Palace a few days ago, Wu Yuanlie's face darkened instantly, and he wanted to pull his arm back several times, but he couldn't.

Zhu Yiyan doesn't know how to swim in water. She slipped her feet and almost fell into the water just now. She was really frightened. At this moment, she hugged Wu Yuanlie's arm tightly, not letting go.

Shen Furong squatted in the dark, breaking into a cold sweat as she watched, sister, you have to calm down, what about the hard-to-get trick?You can't fall when it's time to play.

"How do you know this king is here?"

Wu Yuanlie squeezed a sneer from his teeth, and looked at Zhu Yiyan, "It seems that the valet beside this king needs to be replaced."

Hearing these words, Zhu Yiyan came back to her senses, and suddenly felt as if her heart had been shot by an arrow.

She immediately released the arm holding Wu Yuanlie, looking quite calm:
"Your Majesty doesn't have to pose like this. I didn't know you would come. My dance is not for you to see. I dance just to make myself happy."

Without waiting for Wu Yuanlie to speak again, she turned around and left, took a few steps and then stopped and turned around, her tone was somewhat unknowingly sad and self-deprecating, with a tear in her eyes, she said no under the backlight. Out of the soft:
"I know that the king's favorite relationship at the beginning was not me, and he even hated me as a substitute. Maybe, I just don't deserve to be loved."

After Zhu Yiyan said this, she turned and left while Wu Yuanlie was stunned.

By the time Wu Yuanlie reacted, she had already walked away, leaving only a back.

The back is a long, unseen end of loneliness and disappointment.

Wu Yuanlie stared at her back for a long time. Under the moonlight, his handsome face was not stained by the world, his sword eyebrows were slightly twisted, and his beautiful and deep eyes carried a touch of deep thought...

After Zhu Yiyan turned around, Shen Furong slowly raised a crescent moon on her forehead, and quickly left here.

Now Zhu Yiyan's bitter, stubborn and pitiful character is standing up, and suddenly he is not salty or indifferent to Wu Yuanlie, and it seems that he has successfully attracted his attention.

If Zhu Yiyan and Wu Yuanlie fall in love earlier, she can leave here earlier.

"Sister Wang, Miss Shen!"

Shen Furong and Sui Zhu Yiyan had just rounded the corner of a rockery when Rongle rushed out and asked with shining eyes:

"How is it? Has Brother Wang secretly promised?"

Zhu Yiyan turned to look at her, "Why are you here?"

Rongle quickly waved his hand and tugged at the parrot feathers on the shuttlecock, "I really didn't come to peek, I just couldn't sleep because of the food, thinking about coming to the garden to kick the shuttlecock."

"Kick the shuttlecock?"

Zhu Yiyan glanced at the looming moon above her head, then glanced around the dark surroundings, too lazy to pay any attention to her, and turned to leave.

"Hey, wait for me!" Rongle hurriedly chased after him.

On the way back to Fengyi Palace, Rongle's mouth seemed to be twisting the clockwork and he kept asking how he was today?But a godsend?
Zhu Yiyan turned a deaf ear, focusing on walking with a look like a dignified Bodhisattva.

Rongle couldn't provoke the Bodhisattva, so he could only approach Shen Furong:
"What are we going to do next? Today, the Japanese princess saw that Li Ji asked the imperial kitchen to make soup and send it to Brother Wang. Shall we also send soup?"

Shen Furong smiled, "If you want to grab a man's heart, you must grab his stomach first. This is also a good strategy, but the king takes care of all kinds of opportunities and is concerned with state affairs, and it is not enough to simply send soup and water."

Rong Le asked curiously, "What should I give?"

"Send the food on the tip of your tongue if you want."

Shen Furong is a treasure, "like husband and wife lung slices, mother and child meeting, Dongpo meat, beggar chicken, braised lion head, ants on the tree, pink mice, and dessert wife cake, cat ears..."

The more Rongle listened, the bigger his mouth opened, and he was able to put an egg in the end:

"How can these things be eaten? Also, it is inhumane to waste people's lives!"

"what?"

Shen Furong was stunned for a moment, then laughed, until the human skin mask on her face almost fell off.

She raised her hand and patted her face lightly, and explained to Rongle with a smile:
"The princess misunderstood. The names I said were scary at first, but they were actually all kinds of delicious food. I made it later, and the princess would know after tasting it..."

Rongle and Shen Furong were talking and laughing as they followed Zhu Yiyan's footsteps.

After they walked away, a light figure jumped down from the roof not far away, his feet were soft and silent.

The visitor looked at the backs of Shen Furong and the others with complicated expressions, then looked around vigilantly, and then walked towards the palace wall to the west...

(End of this chapter)