Eastern Palace

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Such a prosperous, such a lively, if in the past, I do not know what it would like to be happy. But today I just lowered my head and let Gu Jian grab my hand and walk silently under those lights. The streets were hustle and bustle. Many people were watching the dragon dance. The crowd was so dense that Gu Jian couldn't help but stop. Every now and then, silver fireworks erupt from the dragon's mouth, and everyone is surprised. Suddenly the faucet approached us all at once and slammed a large fireworks. Everyone shouted back, and the fire was burning in front of me. I was so scared that my eyes were closed. I almost squeezed back and fell down. Fortunately, Gu Jian behind me reached out and supported me in time. When I opened my eyes, I found him holding me half in my arms and covering my face with my sleeve.

I didn't say anything, just broke away with his hands. Fortunately, he didn't force me any more, just grabbed my arm and went on.

Just past Nanshi Street, I heard a whistle and a "bang" in the air. Everyone raised their heads. I saw that half of the sky was covered with gold and silver lines, and a huge flower was interlaced and sprayed. Lu Mingyue was eclipsed. It turned out that fighting flowers started on the Seven Star Tower.

The Qixing Pagoda is like a pile of gold and silver splashing, with fireworks of various colors coming and going. There are various patterns such as flat mines, peony springs, Taipingle, Centennial, and others. Gu Jian was also looking up at Douhua. The cold wind blowing in the spring night was blowing his turban. Behind us was the sea-like lantern market. Whenever the fireworks lit up, his face brightened, and whenever the fireworks were dark As he went down, his face faintly fell into the shadows. In a light and dark interlace, I looked at him.

In fact, I was thinking that if I fled at this time, Gu Jian would be able to catch up with me without seeing it. There are so many people on the street. As long as I fled to the crowd, he would never find me.

But he grabbed my arm so tightly and so heavily, I think I couldn't make it.

On the endless pavements on both sides of the street, selling snow willow flowers to win the spring stream moths, Jin Huang shaking trembling, glance at the past, people's eyes are spent, so cute. I sagged my eyelids and didn't even look at those things. But a hawker with short eyes stopped us and happily peddled to Gu Jian: "Son, buy the right flower for your lady! Your lady looks so beautiful, then wear our flower victory, it's almost It’s the icing on the cake, it’s even more beautiful! A pair of ten bucks is cheap and beautiful! Son, pick a pair of flowers and win!”

Gu Jianshou waved, I thought he was going to swing away the hawker, who knows he actually picked two flower wins very seriously, and then gave the hawker ten pennies.

He said, "Head down."

I said, "I don't like these things." He turned a deaf ear, reaching for the flower hairpin to my hair room. Hairpin finished one, and then another hairpin.

Because of the closeness, his breath sprayed on my face, warm, soft, and itchy. He had a faint smell on his body, not the ambergris that I used to smell every day, but a kind of indescribable fragrance, like our cold melon, fresh and cool. After wearing it, Gu Jian took my hand and carefully looked at me on the left and right, it seemed that the hairpin was a little bit crooked. I have never looked at him so carefully, so I feel that my ears have a straight fever, and I feel very uncomfortable. I just urged him: "Go."

In fact, I don’t know where he is going to take me, and he doesn’t seem to know that we stop and go on the bustling streets because there are so many people. The flow of people rushed forward like a tide, and they could not walk fast or squeeze.

Turning all the way to the last street, straight Suzaku Street appeared in front of me. When you look around, the sky street where the ordinary police are stooping outside Chengtianmen is also crowded with people, and in the distance is a bright building with bright lights.

I kind of guessed that he was going to take me somewhere, and suddenly I felt scared.

"Why? Don't you dare to go?" Gu Jian still smiled faintly and looked back at me. I always felt that he had a sneering expression in his smile. When I first saw him, his smile was not like that at all. of. At that time, he was wearing a moon-white robe, standing under the eaves on the street, watching me and Adu flying down the street.

Why is it like this now?

I deceived myself: "What the **** do you want?"

"It's more mourning than death." His tone was flat, as if he was talking about a trivial matter, "I'm heartbroken, so I want to make you die."

I didn't listen carefully to what he said, just looking absently at the towering tower in the distance. That is the Chengtian Gate. There are countless red gauze lamps on the upper floor, interspersed with bead lamps of all sizes, the whole platform is almost a cascading bright light embellished by lights, and there are countless bright lights clustered downstairs, reflecting the palace gate. It is like Qionglou Yuyu in the sky. The closer you go, the clearer you can see. The curtain of vermilion hung upstairs, and was blown up by the wind, and the ceremonies and figures behind the curtain could be seen vaguely. Gong'e's towering hair bun and slender figure walked upstairs, and the lights reflected their beautiful silhouettes on the curtain. I suddenly remembered the shadow play I had seen on the street. So high, so far, such a majestic Chengtian Gate, everything upstairs is like a shadow puppet shadowed on white paper, and every move makes me feel so out of reach.

The faint music floated downstairs, and even this sound sounded far away, and the people downstairs suddenly clamored, because the curtain upstairs suddenly opened a bit, and Gong'e threw things down, and people clamored. Struggling, I know it is Taiping money, specially forged by the internal bureau and used to reward the people who watch the lanterns. The money fell and fell on the bluestone floor of Tianjie, and it rang loudly, like a gorgeous torrential rain. The heavens are rich and wealthy, the prosperity is peaceful, all in this torrential rain Dingding Dangdang... Almost everyone squatted down to pick up the money, only I stood there, staring blankly at the Chengtian Gate.

Because I finally saw Li Chengyin, although so far apart, but I saw him at a glance. He leaned halfway on the railing in front of the building. Behind him was a gorgeous green cover. The wind blew the tassels on the cover of Jiuquhua, and also blew his robe sleeves. Many people knelt down. I also saw your majesty, because the crowd around the mountain was thundering and calling, "Long live!"

Tianjia is rich and wealthy. I never felt that it was so far away from me, so irrelevant to me.

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