then Li Sao

Every year during the Hungry Ghost Festival, a grand event will be held on the Qinshui River in Mocheng.

People who want to pray, besides putting river lanterns on the bank, can also go to an official boat in the middle of Qinshui River, spend money to buy a beautiful river lantern, and place it in a circle surrounded by incense candles and moxa sticks. Put down your own river lights in the gorgeous river.

Before the river lanterns are put into the water, number plates will be hung in sequence, and guests on both sides of the river can spend ten yuan to tell the boatman the number of the river lanterns they want, and ask him to salvage them for themselves.

Because these river lanterns are all made by famous masters, the appearance alone is very valuable for collection. In addition, there are often ladies who love the lanterns. Whoever catches such river lanterns is a kind of fate, so many people will buy them every year. This spends a lot of money to fish for river lights.

It is said that during the period of Emperor Gaozu, a commoner youth caught the river lantern put down by the princess in the river lantern festival of the Ghost Festival, and finally made a long story.There is also a legend that a frustrated little official wrote his ideals and aspirations in the river lantern. Whoever wanted to let the prime minister catch it, and praised him greatly, and soon recommended him as his right-hand man. .

Later, some couples in love will also play games here, write the words they are embarrassed to say in the river lantern, and then tell each other the number of the river lantern. After salvage, it can be regarded as a sweet token of love between the two. .

This year's River Lantern Festival was extremely lively. Mocheng has been disturbed and tossed for a long time, and now it has finally settled down. The soldiers from the expedition have also returned. Everyone has a lot of thoughts to express, so the boatmen on the river are very busy. After turning around, the boat was filled with the river lanterns requested by customers, and they were brought back to the shore together.

Zhou Tang led his army back on the night of the Hungry Ghost Festival. After entering the city, he immediately left the soldiers and guards and rode his horse to the Qinshui River alone. He breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally caught up."

In the dim night, he was dressed in a military uniform, but he couldn't hide his heroic spirit and majesty. After appearing, he immediately attracted the attention of many women.He was obviously here to pick the river lanterns, and many officials' daughters were thinking that if the river lanterns they put down could be picked up by this young general, it might be another beautiful story of a gifted scholar and a beautiful woman.

Zhou Tang stared blankly at the river with swaying candle shadows. There were hundreds of river lanterns of different shapes slowly floating in it, including small pavilions, hibiscus flowers, birds and animals, which made people dazzled.

With a smile on his lips and charming water in his eyes, he beckoned to a boatman who had just landed.

It was still early when the official ship passed by, Luo Ping remembered the river lantern that was put down in the previous life, he couldn't remember what was written in it, it seemed to be some sour sentences worrying about the country and the people, and some prayers to the emperor.

He couldn't help but stop, thinking, if he put down a river lantern this time, would the serial number remain the same?

Thinking of this, he strolled onto the official boat, picked a river lantern at random, wrote a few words in it, and handed it to the boatman.

The busy boatman didn't even look at it, put a small number plate on it, threw it into the river, and told him a number: "27!"

Luo Ping was stunned for a moment, and laughed dumbfounded: It really is the same number as the previous life, these two fates are really amazing, sometimes he feels that they are completely overlapped, and sometimes they seem to be separated.

Zhou Tang accidentally reported a number to the boatman.

That was what the little master whispered in his ear when he was in a coma, and he himself found it strange that he remembered it so clearly.

He knew that he was quite stupid, even if what the little master said was not nonsense, the lamp must have been let go before, and the number must be different this time.But he just reported such a number, and then waited nervously.

After an unknown amount of time, the boatman handed him a river lantern, saying that the seven lanterns No. 20 had drifted a long way, and he found it only at the end of the river.

It was an ordinary lotus lantern, nothing special about it.

Zhou Tang looked at the number plate, and it was indeed "No. 27".

He thought to himself that it might be some poor poor ghost with no vision, just bought a river lantern like this, and hoped that some noble people would take a fancy to it and fish it up?

He hadn't given much hope. It is estimated that the little master is still busy in Wenyuan Pavilion and has no time to come here to have fun.

Thinking in frustration, he took out the note from the river lantern.

For an instant, he froze.

On that piece of paper is the handwriting of the little master, and it has the usual concise style of the little master:

In this life, Tangdi opened tea.

Three times the glory is not as good as you.

The bandit retaliates, and always thinks it is good.

——Sacrifice to the dead

Zhou Tang saw that his fingertips trembled slightly, and the fragile paper rustled.

He came back to his senses, and hurriedly put the note into his arms. When he looked at the lotus lantern again, he immediately felt that it was elegant, noble and elegant, and absolutely extraordinary. It was much better than those other flashy but meaningless ones. !

Except for the last line of "sacrifice to the past" (Zhou Tang thinks that these three words are probably signed at random, it is not important and does not need to be studied), the first few sentences are clearly a love letter written by the little master!

In this way, he can find it, which shows that the fate between him and the little master is God's will!

Zhou Tang got on his horse and rushed to Luo Mansion.Since the little master came out to release the river lanterns, Wenyuan Pavilion must be on holiday today!He wants to see him soon!

When Zhou Tang entered the Luo Mansion, Luo Ping had already turned off the lights and fell asleep.

He waved away the terrified servants and sat beside Luoping's couch.

The room was too dark, he could only hear the gentle breathing, but couldn't see Luo Ping's face clearly.After thinking about it, he lit the remaining wax in the river lantern, and looked at his little wife with the faint light.

There is a shadow under the eyes of the young master, presumably because he is tired day and night and lacks sleep.

Zhou Tang's thought of spending a good night with his young master disappeared because of this tired face.He reluctantly stroked the corners of Luo Ping's eyes and cheeks, feeling that his heart would melt away with satisfaction.

He ordered the servants to fetch water for him to take a bath. After washing away the dust and sweat, he crept into Luoping's bed.

Luo Ping was finally awakened by this movement. He was startled at first, but after feeling the familiar warmth, he slowly relaxed his body.He hadn't woken up yet, and his words were a bit vague: "Your Majesty has returned home, can you see the river lanterns lit by the people?"

Zhou Tang faced his fair neck and couldn't help kissing him: "Yes, I saw it. I also saw the No. 20 seven lotus lanterns, which contained a love letter to me."

"Your Majesty is so brave, there must be many..." Luo Ping suddenly became fully awake, "The... 27th?"

Zhou Tang showed him the piece of paper and the river lantern as if offering treasures, but Luo Ping remained silent.

He didn't expect Zhou Tang to pick up his own lamp, which was too coincidental.

Seeing his doubts, Zhou Tang smiled and said, "Did you forget? You mentioned the number 27 to me when you were in Yuezhou, but in my opinion, fate is the one to decide."

Luo Ping sighed in his heart: It really is destiny.

Zhou Tang looked at his somewhat dazed side face, and said roguely, "Little master, let me hug you."

Luo Ping froze.

"I know you're tired and won't mess around, so I just want to hug you."

Luo Ping didn't speak, Zhou Tang took him as his acquiescence, and stretched out his arms to pull him into his arms.

After a while, Zhou Tang put his face next to Luo Ping's ear, and while licking his earlobe lightly, he drew circles on his stomach with his fingers: "Little Master, I have always felt that you smell so good since I was a child." ..."

Luo Ping let out a long sigh: "Your Majesty, just do what you want, even if you're like this, I won't be able to sleep."

As soon as Zhou Tang heard this, he immediately turned to him, his eyes shining brightly: "Little master, just once, I promise."

As it turns out, even the king of kings who keep their promises doesn't count at all in bed.

Luo Ping fainted from exhaustion, but he slept soundly, and his brows that were often tightly frowned were relaxed.

Zhou Tang stared at his sleeping face stupidly, thinking complacently, the little master likes him, but he is too shy. In the future, the River Lantern Festival must be held every year, and it will become more and more prosperous. Thoughts will float into his heart.

There was a carnival outside that night, and in the world of only the two of them, it was a peaceful dream after the carnival.