Kuai Chuan will die if he doesn't fall in love with the BOSS

Chapter 479 The Empress Inspired to Be a Faint King (34)

Downstairs, Zhi Ning stood behind the crowd, shaking the folding fan in her hand once and for all, her manner was elegant and personable, she looked at the mighty leaving team, with a wicked smile on her lips.

It's a good thing to open a warehouse to release grain!
She saw Yan Linglong, of course, she was not interested in why she came to join in the fun?
She put away the folding fan, suddenly raised her eyes, and looked towards a window on the second floor of Zuixian Tower.

There is no one in front of the window!
She looked away lightly, um, I'm hungry, it's time to fill up my stomach, this Zuixianlou looks good.

Turning her footsteps, she walked into the Zuixian Tower.

From the window on the second floor, two figures reappeared, watching Zhi Ning walk into Zuixianlou.

"It's dangerous, Your Highness Ninth, do you think she found us?" Qian Feng sweated, if His Highness Ninth Prince hadn't reminded him in time, he would have been discovered.

"do not know."

After eating, they did not leave in a hurry, nor did they go downstairs to find Zhi Ning, fearing that she would find out.

The two were still sitting in front of the window until Zhi Ning had finished eating and drinking, walked out from the Zuixian Tower and reappeared in their line of sight, then they quietly followed behind.

At this time, it was already dark, and the shops on the street were closed, but there were more pedestrians on the road.

She asked a passerby curiously, and found out that there was a temple fair tonight.

Her eyes lit up when she heard about the temple fair.

There are a lot of delicious and fun things at the temple fair, and she made the right move to go out of the palace this time.

She followed the pedestrians along the way, and the more people passed, the more crowded the crowd was, the figures were stirring, the laughter was loud and lively.

Lanterns were hung all along the way, and she was surprised to find that there were even fans who guessed the lanterns.

Guessing that she is good at lighting fans, she hurriedly pushed away from the crowd and squeezed in.

"Come on, come on, there will be a prize for guessing right." A middle-aged man yelled, who seemed to be the host of the lamp guessing fan.

Zhi Ning took a look at the prizes, there were pens, ink, paper, the Four Treasures of the Study, and other small things.

These prizes are of no use to her, she is just to join in the fun.

Outside the crowd, Hua Su and Qian Feng stood side by side, looking at Zhi Ning who was joining in the fun in the crowd, they were very surprised.

They never imagined that the empress would come to the temple fair to join in the fun when she was out of the palace.

Since when did she become interested in folk activities?

The middle-aged man took out the first lamp fan and hung it on the wall, "Come on, the first riddle, whoever guesses the first riddle, will get the prize."

"Both big and small, guess one character." Someone read out the character on Deng Fan.

Qian Feng looked at the words on the paper, and then at Zhi Ning, who had her back to them, and sneered disdainfully, "Heh, how could she guess it for such an illiterate and foolish monarch, isn't this just playing along?"

Who doesn't know that Yan Zhining, the female emperor of Fengxian Kingdom, has no talent, no morals, and no ink, and she ascended to the throne entirely by relying on her position as the eldest daughter.

Hua Su pursed her lips and said nothing.

Qian Feng thought for a while, but he didn't guess the answer. He believed His Highness Jiu must have guessed it, so he asked confidently, "Your Highness Ninth, have you guessed the answer?"

"En." Hua Su just responded lightly, lacking interest in this matter.

"Is it pointed?" Someone in the crowd guessed.

"I don't know, I can't figure it out, what about you?"

"I also think of sharp."

"It's sharp, it must be right." Someone hurriedly said the answer.

"Wrong!" Suddenly a gentle and pleasant voice sounded, like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley, very pleasant to hear.

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound, and what caught their eyes was a white and tender young man with an evil and good-looking smile at the corner of his mouth.

The man choked unconvinced, "Is it wrong if you say it wrong? Then tell me, what is it if it is not a sharp point?"

(End of this chapter)