Princess, the lord has come to beg for marriage again!

Chapter 251 Don't cry, I will feel bad.

Chapter 251 Don't cry, I will feel bad.

Jun Qingchen opened the window, leaned forward, grabbed her arms, and carried her out.

"Hold me tight, Qingqing."

As soon as he carried her out, he changed his posture again, tightly caged her, and flew over the walls.

Shen Qingyi had never done such a bold thing before, her heart was beating like a drum for a long time, and now she was walking through the night, as if she had become a bird in the night sky.

She was so frightened that she tightly circled his neck for fear of falling.

Jun Qingchen felt the warm and fragrant nephrite in front of him, and he just wanted to hold her like this forever until the end of time.

After running for a while, the alley stopped at the foot of the outer wall, and there was a horse there.

Jun Qingchen jumped on the horse, hugged her in front of him, and smiled softly.

"You can open your eyes."

Shen Qingyi felt that the flight was over, but her heartbeat was still beating like a drum. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a pair of big black eyes.

It was a black and shiny horse, and it was known to be a BMW just by taking a look at it.

"Is this your mount?"

Jun Qingchen took her into his arms again.

"Well, this is Feidian. It runs like flowing clouds and flowing water, like a white sail flowing smoothly. It is very cute and obedient. We are about to set off, hold me tight, and don't fall off."

Shen Qingyi hugged his waist obediently, and nodded obediently. The tip of her nose has a faint fragrance of Su He, which is reassuring.

The two rode horses in the night, but after a while, they heard the noise in the distance.

Jun Qingchen put Feidian together, carried her off the horse, held her hand tightly, and walked towards the noisy crowd.

The two first bought two masks at a small stall, and after wearing them, they walked through the crowd with confidence.

Crickets sing in the grass, startled down the phoenix tree, the world is right, and the sky is full of sorrow.

Xingqiao Magpie, I have seen you only after years, I want to be separated, don't hate and be poor.

It was time to put the lights on.

Men and women on the street are holding hands, and the girl is holding a lamp in her hand, with a smile on her cheek.

Shen Qingyi looked at the small stall surrounded by groups in front, feeling a little puzzled.

"What are they doing around there?"

Jun Qingchen leaned against her ear, his voice was very good, lingling like flying pearls splashing jade.

"Doesn't Qingqing know about Qiqiao Festival? How come you don't even know about this?"

Shen Qingyi was annoyed by his teasing, but luckily the mask covered it, only a pair of black eyes were outside.

"Hmph, forget about it, I can squeeze in and see for myself."

Jun Qingchen quickly grabbed her hand, gently pulled her back, and pressed her into his arms.

"There are too many people and they will be injured. They are waiting for the inscription."

Shen Qingyi's cheeks were flushed, her heart was beating like thunder, but she refused to admit it, so she glanced away.

"An inscription? Why do you want an inscription? Isn't it to buy a lamp?"

Looking at her awkward little appearance, Jun Qingchen's eyes flashed away.

"Well, I'm buying a lamp, but you can make your own request, write an inscription on the outer wall of the lamp, it can be a beautiful blessing to your lover, or it can be an unspeakable love."

Shen Qingyi heard the words, her eyes were bright, fine and clear, as if the stars in the sky had been smashed into pieces.

"Wow, it's so romantic, is this spreading love through a lamp?"

Jun Qingchen smiled slightly, and pulled her away.

"Well, so to speak, Qingqing seems to like it very much."

Shen Qingyi's face turned red when she heard the latter sentence, she felt that the hands held together by the two were extremely hot, so she quickly broke away and ran forward by herself.

"Not at all."

Jun Qingchen looked at her back and raised his heels to follow her.

Shen Qingyi was originally shy and didn't want to stick with him, but after running a certain distance, she turned her head again, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Her heartbeat became chaotic in an instant, and she shuttled through the bustling crowd, trying to find his figure.

"Brother Chen, Brother Chen!"

No one was found, but the people around suddenly cried out.

"Oh my god, look! There are so many hole lanterns!"

"I can't believe it, it's the first time I've seen so many Kongming lanterns flying in the sky!"

"Every Kongming lantern has the same name written on it. I'm so envious of this girl named Qingqing!"

Shen Qingyi was lost and anxious, and she vaguely heard "Qingqing" in her ears, and many people were calling her name.

She raised her head in surprise, there was a shallow moon in the sky, and countless Kongming lanterns flew up one after another, almost covering the moon's brilliance.

Bit by bit, like fireflies blooming at the tip of my heart.

Each Kongming lantern is inscribed with the word "Qingqing" on one side and a poem on the other.

Even though it was a long distance away, Shen Qingyi could still see the familiar handwriting clearly, and only he could write the "Qingqing" with iron and silver hooks.

She stood there dumbfounded, with her head raised, tears rolling in her eyes.

This idiot, how long has he been writing it? Is it possible that he has to recite all the poems?
The Kongming lantern rose higher and higher, reflecting in her eyes like fragments of light.

"Do you like it? Qingqing."

Shen Qingyizheng was so moved, this was the first time she received such a gift since she was a child, and she felt as if she was being favored on top of her heart.

A low voice suddenly familiar in the ear.

While speaking, the breath floated around her neck, warm and itchy, itching all the way to her heart.

Shen Qingyi turned around suddenly, wrapped her hands around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and lightly touched his lips, as if a dragonfly had just touched water.

"Thank you, Big Brother Chen. With tonight, even if this life is no longer a Qiqiao Festival, I will be satisfied."

Jun Qingchen has never seen such an active Qingqing, he has been around her for two years, like a hardworking bee, slowly infiltrating her life.

In most cases, he was flirting, Shen Qingyi blushed at most, but rarely responded so intimately.

Jun Qingchen felt warm at the tip of his heart, as if being roasted by those Kongming lanterns, it was about to melt.

If he had known that there would be such a result, he should have done it like this last year. He was three points regretful and seven points sweet.

The fingertips landed on the corners of her eyes, and gently wiped away the bright teardrops, sliding over the skin like a feather, so light and soft, but inexplicably touching.

"Qingqing, don't cry, I will feel sorry for you, if you like it, I will accompany you to celebrate the Qiqiao Festival every year from now on."

Shen Qingyi's heart trembled suddenly, she couldn't help but hugged his waist tightly, her face was pressed against his chest, her heart felt warm.

"Ah."

Jun Qingchen hugged her tightly, and kissed her softly on the top of her soft hair, trying to embed her in the bone marrow.

"Qingqing."

Qingqing...

Jun Qingchen suddenly opened his eyes, stared blankly at the roof, breathing slightly short of breath.

It was a dream.

I once said that I would spend the Qiqiao Festival with you, but I didn't do it after all.

There was bitterness in his heart, and he stretched out his hand to gently wipe the corner of his eyes, and his fingertips were wet and shiny.

"Qingqing, after three years, you are finally willing to enter my dream..."

Green smoke curls up from the gilded copper censer with embossed lotus patterns, and the air is intoxicated by the faint incense, mixed with a faint choking sound.

(End of this chapter)