After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

The Shangyuan Lantern Festival in the capital is famous throughout the Qin State. Every year, many people come from thousands of miles away to enjoy the lanterns.

The lantern festival lasts for three days. Whether you are a shop or a hawker, you can always make a lot of money during this period.

At that time, the Qin State was in a state of clear sea and rivers. However, the two most valued princes, Zhou Zijin and Zhou Tingchen, were always detained. They were bored to death staying in the palace every day.

Lin Zhiyu took Zhou Zijin to walk and look around, commenting from time to time. Lin Zhiyu didn't even look at the new things in Zhou Zijin's eyes.

"What's this? Where I used to be, the streets were lined with lanterns. You couldn't even see the end of them when you looked over."

Zhou Zijin just wanted to take a good look at the newly baked steamed buns next to him when he was pulled away by Lin Zhiyu, feeling aggrieved in his heart: "They are all crowded, what's so good about them?"

Lin Zhiyu laughed at him: "A small steamer can make you dizzy? Then if you see fireworks, won't you be even more unable to walk?"

"What are fireworks?" Zhou Zijin was a little curious.

He had only seen firecrackers. The palace maids and eunuchs would fetch them during the Spring Festival, put the bamboo joints in the brazier and ignite them, and they would crackle in a short time.

After all, it's just a sound, not very interesting.

Lin Zhiyu tilted his head and thought for a while, and found the simplest explanation: "It is to use small bamboo tubes to hold some saltpeter, sulfur and the like. After lighting, the fireworks scatter in the air, looking like flowers, so they are called 'fireworks'." '."

"And in the storybook, this is a powerful tool for confession." Lin Zhiyu smiled slyly, "The boss there set off a long row of fireworks across the river, which is very romantic."

Zhou Zijin nodded as if he understood. Lin Zhiyu always came up with some new words that he had never heard before, and he had long been accustomed to it.

Various animal-shaped masks were sold at the stalls nearby. Lin Zhiyu picked through them and found two that were eye-catching, and put them on Zhou Zijin's face without any explanation.

"Well, this rabbit is good. It has red eyes, just like you." Lin Zhiyu took another tiger head mask and slapped it on his face.

"Let's go, little crybaby, my sister will show you the world."

The girl's catkins were smooth and tender, so she took Zhou Zijin's hand and plunged into the crowd.

A poem that the Taifu taught him immediately popped into his head: "Slim soft jade peels spring onions and grows in fragrant green sleeves."

Zhou Zijin looked down at the place where the two of them were holding hands, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but he was completely unaware of it.

Lin Zhiyu was still chirping in front of her and chatting about her imagination: "When I grow up, I will set up a stall next to it and sell some things you have never seen before. If I put two small tables next to it, the business will definitely be booming. .”

"You're talking nonsense. How can you make something I haven't seen before?" Zhou Zijin said.

"Why not?" Lin Zhiyu stepped in, "Maybe we will have to make an appointment then."

"Then you won't get married?"

"Why should I get married? It's not good to get married. This is not allowed and that is not allowed. I can only stay at home all day long. Maybe my husband will bring a pregnant lady from outside and give me away for any reason. Kicked."

Lin Zhiyu curled his lips.

"If the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is not good, then I will be even more unlucky."

Zhou Zijin thought about it seriously: "My mother likes you, and I also like you quite a bit. How about you marry me."

"When the time comes, my father will definitely urge us to get married. I am a good man with ambitions in all directions. When the time comes, I will go out to fight every day, and no one will care about you even if you open a stall in the palace."

"If anyone dares to speak against you, my mother and I will be the first to disagree."

Lin Zhiyu was startled for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Little brat." She smiled, "You're not even taller than me."

Lin Zhiyu straightened Zhou Zijin's rabbit mask.

"And you are a boy and you are afraid of the dark. I have to make you a lantern. I worry about you every day whether you can find your way home."

Little did Zhou Zijin know that the six-year-old girl in front of him was already an old soul in her twenties.

So he just frowned and retorted: "I'm four years older than you, so I'm not a little kid." "You're distracted."

A sweet shout brought Zhou Zijin out of his long thoughts. He looked down at the sullen little face, which was no different from the girl who was made angry by her own crying.

"I'm not distracted." There was a trace of nostalgia in Zhou Zijin's eyes, "I was just thinking, if you were to marry someone else in your wedding dress, would I kill you with my sword and rob him?"

Lin Zhiyu looked away with some guilt.

In my last life, I was indeed married to someone else.

At that time, what would Zhou Zijin be thinking when he looked at Lin Minghua under the hijab?

"Chirp."

There was a bird call outside.

"It's Jian Ying." Zhou Zijin touched the top of Lin Zhiyu's hair with some reluctance, "Someone is coming to your yard, I'll leave first."

He stood up and prepared to return the way he came.

Lin Zhiyu watched him climbing through the window and couldn't help but remember that he suddenly appeared in front of her in the palace.

"It really seems like the two of us are having an affair."

Lin Zhiyu opened his hand: "According to the normal procedure, there must be a kiss goodbye."

This sentence was like turning on some voice-activated switch, and Zhou Zijin's entire face turned red.

Lin Zhiyu thought to himself, after all, they were still ancient people and very conservative.

She didn't wait for Zhou Zijin to react, and took three steps at a time before wrapping her arms around his tight waist.

"Did you know? When a person likes another person, he will smell his unique smell, and only he can smell it."

Lin Zhiyu buried herself in Zhou Zijin's arms and took a deep breath.

Zhou Zijin's face had already turned red. In the past ten years, his height had grown to more than eight feet, and now Lin Zhiyu could only barely reach his chest.

His hand hesitated for a moment, and finally wrapped around the little person in his arms: "I'm going to Yongzhou in two days, so be careful and wait for me to marry you."

Finally got it.

Zhou Zijin quietly let out a satisfied sigh in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the person in his arms suddenly frowned.

"Why do you feel so nervous about the decoration on your belt?" Lin Zhiyu let go of his hand and poked Zhou Zijin's solid chest.

"Change it next time." Zhou Zijin's voice was slightly hoarse, and his whole face was about to burn.

Only he himself knows what is going on.

Climbing down the wall, Zhou Zijin unexpectedly met Lin Wei's impatient eyes.

"I see that you are very familiar with things. Tell me, how many times have you sneaked into my sister's boudoir?"

Lin Wei and he were playmates since childhood, and they met several times in the military camp, so they were not afraid of him.

The evening breeze blew against his face with a coolness, which made Zhou Zijin sober up a little.

"Not counting here, I used to turn over the west wing."

Zhou Zijin put his hands behind his back, looking like a gentleman again.