Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Song Le's emotions come and go quickly.

It didn't take long to immerse myself in the world of the storybook and couldn't extricate myself.

Seeing a hilarious place, she almost burst out laughing, but there was a huge emptiness after laughing.

"..." Song Le put the book upside down on the table, counted the hours, and realized—it was really hard.

It's still so long, when will Luo Yi come back.

Song Le puffed up her cheeks, calculated the time, paced up and down again and again, and finally decided...she is going to play!

Since Luo Yi doesn't have time, it's okay for her to go shopping alone.

It's better than this, looking at the sky a little bit.

After leaving the palace according to the method last time, Song Le put away all the rich things on his body this time, dressed in dusty clothes, at first glance he looked like a bean sprouts boy.

The scene on the street is really different from the past, it is more bustling, the fiery red lanterns illuminate the whole long street, and there are a variety of stalls on both sides, with food, drink, and entertainment.

Song Le is almost blindsided.

They ate and drank all the way, and even bought a ghost mask, thinking of going back to scare Luo Yi.

After being frightened, it must be very funny. Song Le took a bite of the candied haws and smiled.

She went to the most crowded place and the place she wanted to go the most: Wishing River.

It is said that those who put up lanterns tonight and make a pious wish will have smooth sailing and their wishes will come true.

Although Song Le is not confident that things will come true, he still wants to send his wishes.

Putting everything aside, Song Lezai carefully wrote seven words on the note, then folded it up full of anticipation, and put it in the lantern.

Watching the lanterns drifting away with the ripples of the river, Song Le squatted there, for a while, a ray of loss gradually crept into his heart.

It would be great if Luo Yi was here.

Waiting alone, he will be happy when he comes, but if he does not come, he will be shrouded in a huge and terrible loneliness. Is it really good to pin all your emotions on one person like this?

Song Le pursed her lips, and could no longer put on that indifferent smile on her face.

Continuing to walk along the river, Song Le was in a trance, as if he heard someone calling 'Ayi' and 'Ayi'.

Smiling softly, Song Le thought: Ah Yi, she has them too.

But after a while, she heard the response from the person called.

Even if it was an indifferent 'um', it was enough to shock her instantly.

She must have heard wrong, right?

Song Le stopped walking, something in her heart was expanding a little bit, the lively female voice behind her was like hands, she couldn't help but want to turn around to confirm.

"Ayi! Ayi, do we want to come and set off lanterns?"

"I don't want to play it." Hearing that nice and familiar voice again, Song Le's heart trembled violently.

Take a look, isn't he in the imperial study, just take a look.

But this glance was equivalent to her betraying her trust. Song Le finally gritted her teeth and didn't look back. She believed in him, no matter what...

But as soon as he took a few steps, his shoulder was bumped suddenly. Song Le was unprepared and was almost knocked into the river beside him.

The lively female voice sounded panicked in an instant, and asked cautiously: "You, are you okay? Didn't it hurt you?"

"I told you to watch the road." The man said with an impatient voice.

Song Le quickly lowered his head and said vaguely: "It's all right." He wanted to push out of the crowd.

But the female voice was still worried and asked: "It's okay, why don't you raise your head? Are you really not injured?"

"I, I'm fine, really, I want to go..."

Song Le lowered her head and wanted to leave, but she couldn't squeeze out. When she heard the footsteps of the person behind her getting closer, she became more and more anxious, wishing she could push him away and run away.

However, before she had time to leave, that voice sounded from beside her, and Song Le froze.

With a cold and indifferent voice, there was almost imperceptible disgust: "Seriously?"