On the wedding night, I was read by the cold prince

Chapter 154
That's not the point, the point is that this woman actually put those bells away.

She still wants to keep it as a souvenir.

I'm not dead yet!
Lin Mo'an was very depressed, unable to guard against it, a red thread that came out of nowhere fell on his head.

"Don't throw it."

Qiao Lege's voice stopped him from throwing the red rope.

"Huh?" Lin Mo'an hummed heavily.

Qiao Lege seemed to have discovered some new land, excitedly took out a bell and shook it in front of him.

"I found that this bell has holes, and the hole diameter is about the same as the red string, so they can be strung together and sold as small ornaments.

This is a cost-free business, and we are sure to make a profit! "

The man was taken aback, and the breath around him eased a lot: "So, you keep these bells just to sell them."

"Yes, yes, if you didn't discover this great plan to make money, you would have thrown them away a long time ago."

"That's it." Lin Mo'an nodded, his eyes were brighter than before: "I still have a lot of red strings here, give me the bells, and I'll string them for you."

"Isn't it too condescending for the prince to look like this?"

"It's okay." Lin Mo'an shook his head lightly, and took Qiao Lege's hand to the nearest lake, where there happened to be a stone for the two of them to sit on.

"give it to me."

Without doubting him, Qiao Lege held all the bells on his body and presented them to him, which happened to include the bells given by the old woman just now.

Seeing that Lin Mo'an didn't intend to let him take over at all, Qiao Lege was also happy to relax, picked up the Roujiamo that he had just bought, and began to chew carefully.

She was eating well, and she didn't notice the strangeness of the people around her.

Until a small splash appeared in front of him,

The man actually threw the bell and the red string into the water.

"!!!"

Lin Mo'an looked at her, slightly bent the corners of his mouth, with an innocent expression on his face

"Oh, I accidentally slipped my hand."

[Who will make a parabola in hand-skating. 】

Lin Mo'an bent down slightly, his eyes were just at the same level as hers, and said in a word: "I don't know why today, it seems that I can't help slipping my hands when I see something like a bell."

Having said all of this, Qiao Lege didn't dare to continue doing that costless business.

She smiled and handed a piece of Roujiamo that she just bought to the man's mouth: "Sir, would you like to try it, this is delicious."

Lin Mo'an didn't like to eat this kind of food, but Qiao Lege skipped the topic just now on purpose, so he followed her wishes and politely took a bite.

Qiao Lege watched him swallow the food expectantly: "How is it, is it delicious?"

"It's okay."

"Hey, I think this is delicious."

In the past, when my father was away fighting, he would always bring home a few pieces of Roujiamo from the south.

I was about four years old when I ate it for the first time, which is a delicious age.Whenever I see something new, I want to take it for myself, and then accidentally give away my mother's share.

Do you know what my father said at that time?

Lin Mo'an was taken aback for a moment, he thought that according to Qiao Zhenglie's temperament, it shouldn't be something normal.

Qiao Lege continued speaking on his own,
"He told me it was made of human flesh!

And now that I eat their meat, those ghosts will come to eat my meat at night. "

Qiao Lege said it seriously, and even added some actions.

And Lin Mo'an couldn't help imagining that scene - Wanbao's father amused his gluttonous daughter, a smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"and then?"

"Then I hurried to my parents' room with the little pillow in my arms, crying and refusing to leave. His depressed expression at night, as if he had eaten Coptis chinensis, was really funny."

The rich aroma of the food was always teasing Qiao Lege's taste buds, and she couldn't help but chomp on it after talking about this memory.

When he was enjoying his meal, he was caught off guard by the shoulder, Lin Mo'an's fingertips were stained with the coolness of the night, and Qiao Lege raised his eyes in a daze.

"Your father will come over tomorrow."

"Tomorrow! Is it so sudden?"

Listening to this surprised female voice, Lin Mo'an nodded lightly: "According to the schedule, it may be at noon tomorrow, and there is still some time before now..."

"The lanterns are set."

There was a deafening sound that covered up what he said next.

Qiao Lege leaned on the man, "It was too loud, I didn't hear it clearly."

Lin Mo'an helped her cut her hair: "It's nothing, let's set up the lantern."

Every big day, people going south will put lanterns on this day. Regardless of poverty, high or low, they all want to entrust their wishes to the lanterns and pass them on, praying that the river god can realize their wishes.

After the sound just now, countless lanterns of different shapes and specifications swished down the river,
In an instant, the entire river bank was completely illuminated, and the dim light hit Lin Mo'an's face,
Young Master Qianmo, as warm and moist as jade.

But Qiao Lege felt a sadness from him.

"Let's put up two lanterns too."

The little girl smiled at him, then stretched out her soft and slender hand, and took the hand hanging on his waist.

A familiar temperature came from the palm of his hand, and Lin Mo'an's beautiful eyes, like glass, froze for a moment.
"What do you wish for?"

"That's it!" Qiao Lege thought for a while, her red lips parted and closed quickly.

"Secret it, it won't work if you say it out."

The peddler at the side heard their conversation, and immediately chose the two most expensive lanterns and sent them up.

Qiao Lege didn't care too much, and skillfully took out the money bag from Lin Mo'an to pay the bill, chose the bigger one and returned it together with the money bag.

Still with a straight face, he pretended to be serious and reminded: "Don't peek."

Qiao Lege turned his back to Lin Mo'an, the idea had already formed in his mind, but the brush in his hand couldn't fall down.

Her biggest wish is that Lin Mo'an can die cleanly and leave a lot of money for her own enjoyment, but when she actually made a wish to the lantern, she hesitated.

The thought that flashed across in a trance was to hope that Lin Mo'an could have a happy ending.

When she came back to her senses, she had already written a pen and wrote a line:

Happy and healthy, live a long life.

She picked it up and looked at it, and suddenly felt a little strange, and even felt that it should be so.

"The heavens are spirited and the earth is spirited, Lord Taishang blesses my dreams to come true."

Qiao Lege held the sky lantern, chanting "spells"

Lin Mo'an looked up, his eyes fixed on her smiling side face,
In all fairness,

Standing under the lantern, Qiao Lege was dressed in a snow-white dress, with long black hair pouring down, with a slight smile on his face, and there was an agility that made people fall in love with it at first sight.

Bright eyes and bright teeth, looking forward to life.

At this moment, everything around them faded away, and there were only the two of them and the floating note in the world.

(End of this chapter)