After I die, the villain turns black again

Chapter 17 The Emperor Who Takes His Wife

"Why don't you let go?"

"Pull you like this, lest the car bumps and bumps you into the car window."

What he said left Yan Ge speechless.

Yan Ge stopped the carriage on a night street.

Today is the day of the Emperor's Coming of Age Ceremony. If it is normal, there will be no people in this place, but tonight the streets are still decorated with lights and festoons, the crowd is surging, and dragon dancers are performing acrobatics wave after wave.

Emperor Yuan didn't expect that the capital would be so lively at this late hour, he looked around in surprise and curiosity.

The two of them walked in the crowd, so Emperor Yuan could hold Yange's hand more openly and tightly.

"This is the street that never sleeps in the capital." Yan Ge and Emperor Yuan explained: "I asked when I came to the capital, and the little brother in the tavern strongly recommended me to come here, saying that the day of His Majesty's coming-of-age ceremony is celebrated everywhere. There will also be various shows on Night Street, and it will be lively for three consecutive days and three nights. I originally thought about coming here for three days and three nights, but I didn’t expect to be absent on the first day.”

Emperor Yuan listened to the regret and dissatisfaction in her words, and comforted him with a smile: "Let's come back together tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

Yan Ge didn't answer, she took Emperor Yuan to wander around the shops on both sides of the street, buying many novelties.

A small vendor bought a red thread copper pendant that was said to be consecrated. It was very cheap, but everyone wanted to be auspicious, and Yange also bought two. She wore one, and stood on tiptoe to wear another for Emperor Yuan.

"Keep safe. Many people around me wear this one, saying that it can keep them safe."

Emperor Yuan didn't comment on this, but seeing Yange's serious face, he didn't object.

Probably because of the emperor's birthday, many of the items sold on the street were birthday props, including hats, belts, cloaks, and masks.

A set of gadgets are very novel, and Yan Ge is dazzled by them.

Before I knew it, the whole street was gone.

Bought two river lanterns from a stall at the end of the street, Yan Ge first handed the pen to Emperor Yuan: "Today is your birthday, your wish should come true better than anyone else, so make a good wish."

Emperor Yuan raised his eyebrows when he heard the words. He didn't believe in such so-called wishing at all. With this skill, he might as well fulfill his wish by himself.

But seeing Yange's expectant and excited expression, he reached out, took the pen from her fair and slender hand, and wrote "wish" on the paper seriously.

"What do you wish for?" The two of them were very close, and he turned his head slightly, and felt that his breath seemed to be on her face, and the hair on her forehead was slightly fluttering because of the breeze or his breath. Floating up, he reached out and pinched her strand of hair between his fingertips.

Meeting her puzzled eyes, he slowly tucked her hair behind her ears.

The fingertips seemed to still have the touch of hair brushing his fingers, and the fingertips under his sleeves rubbed against each other. Perhaps it was the stamina of the wine. At this moment, he suddenly wanted to hold her in his arms. .

Yan Ge was ignorant of this. She took the pen, wrote her wish on the paper and put it in the river lantern, and walked towards the river with great interest.

After walking a few steps, he realized that Emperor Yuan was still in place, and turned his head to wave to him: "Follow closely, be careful not to be swept away."

Only then did Emperor Yuan realize his gaffe, and hurriedly followed Yange, holding the river lantern in one hand, and grabbed Yange's hand with the other: "What wish did you make?"

She didn't answer, she knelt by the river very solemnly and watched the river lantern go away, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and murmured silently, probably praying to God.

She is upright, with a pious face, and the river lamps are like starlight, and the warm yellow light is soaked in her body. She kneels there, and the light around her makes her look like a fairy, making her solemn for no reason.

Emperor Yuan looked at her like this, and was stupefied for a moment, the noise around him seemed to stop at this moment, and she was the only one in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)