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Chapter Forty-Four

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    Festivals are held in spring, land in summer, moon in autumn, and sky in winter.  There are four festivals a year, and there has never been a time like tonight that you don't need to care about Confucian etiquette, you don't need to care about the eyes of others, you can hold hands, shoulder to shoulder, and walk freely in the long river woven by lights.

    Someone set up an incense table on the bank, placed melons and fruits and moon balls, and burned incense to worship the moon.  Jiang Yan cast her eyes on the lamp shadow and moonlight that were broken by the water on the river, her heart was hot, her palms were also hot, and she was sweating a little, but Fu Li didn't seem to notice it, but he held it even tighter.  Don't dislike the slightly wet palm.

    I don't know how long I stood there, but I only know that the people on the bridge watching the lanterns and admiring the moon changed from group to group. Jiang Yan couldn't help it anymore, she tilted her head and looked at the handsome young man beside her, her vermilion lips curled slightly  , softly said: "How long will you hold on? My hands are so hot."

    Fu Li also looked back at her fixedly, his eyes reflected the lights of Wanjia, which was a little warmer than usual.  After a long time, he loosened one finger, two fingers, and after a pause, he reluctantly changed to hooking Jiang Yan's little finger, and asked, "Is this better?"

    The moist night wind blowing by the river blows away the autumn waves under the bridge.  The two linked their tail fingers together, like a silent oath.

    "It's better." Jiang Yan coughed lightly, rubbing the moon ball box restlessly with one hand, her drooping eyelashes were clearly visible in the light.  After a while, she suggested, "Let's walk down the bridge? There are too many people here."

    Fu Li glanced at the crowd around him, nodded and said, "Okay."

    The two got off the bridge with their fingers intertwined, and walked aimlessly along the main street. Most of the shops on the street were closed, only a few restaurants and dim sum stalls were still lit with lanterns.  The sound of the pipa in the Qinhuai River painting boat has gone away, and the lights are dimmed, and now there is a bit of tranquility in the night.

    A young couple stood in front of a roadside restaurant, both of them looked curiously at Fu Li and Jiang Yan who had hooked their fingers, and the woman couldn't help covering her lips and chuckling, as if she saw something strange  object.

    Jiang Yan subconsciously broke free of her fingers, hugged the pastry box and asked Fu Li: "What is that lady laughing at?"

    Fu Li looked at Jiang Yan, who was dressed as a teenager, and then at the empty palm, and said with a slightly displeased expression, "It's nothing, just leave them alone."

    I didn't feel anything when I was holding hands just now, but now I don't hook hands, but I feel uncomfortable.  Jiang Yan stretched out her hand to stroke the strands of hair hanging from her temples, and suddenly said: "It's a bit boring to walk around to digest food, why don't we play Fei Hua Ling?"

    "Flying Flower Order?"

    "Yes, today's Mid-Autumn Festival, the word 'moon' must be included in the poem."

    Speaking, Jiang Yan walked backwards holding the moon ball box, with the lights of the long street in her eyes, and said the first sentence with a smile: "The moon rises to startle the birds."

    According to the rules of Feihualing, the verses must have the same rhythm, and the second and third characters must contain the word "month", and so on, five rounds are one round.  The first sentence Jiang Yan chanted is five characters, so Fu Li must also follow the five characters, and the second character must be 'moon', any poem is acceptable.

    If the response is too late to answer, you will be punished with alcohol.

    Although he left Guozijian for more than two months, Fu Li was still talented and learned, so he answered the second sentence without thinking: "When will the bright moon come?"

    "Qingjiang Yue is close to people."

    "A curtain of wind and moon leisure."

    In the fifth sentence, it was Jiang Yan's turn again.  At this time, the street lights were dimming, and the surroundings were quiet, only the slight sound of two people's steps knocking on the floor tiles.

    The breeze is coming, the golden autumn osmanthus seeds beside the road are shaking, and the air is full of intoxicating fragrance.  Standing under the osmanthus tree, Jiang Yan said with a smile, "The people around you are like the moon."

    Fu Li stopped slowly.

    Behind Jiang Yan is a restaurant, and the person in front of her is even brighter than the moonlight, this sentence is surprisingly appropriate.  Fu's heart moved, as if those lifeless words came alive because of Jiang Yan.

    Jiang Yan didn't notice Fu Li's sudden dark eyes, she just urged him with a smile: "If you can't answer again, I will punish you."

    Before he finished speaking, Fu Li suddenly took a step forward, forcing her into a dark corner, where she was completely shrouded in the shadow of his own figure.

    Jiang Yan was taken aback by this sudden movement.  She took a step back subconsciously, and pressed her back against the rough osmanthus tree behind her, and the osmanthus blossoms fell like pieces of gold in an instant.

    The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the night is the best protection, separating this humble corner from the bustling capital.  Fu Li's eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the gloom, bottomless and turbulent, it was a strange look that Jiang Yan had never seen before.

    He hesitated and stretched out his hand, and twirled the sweet-scented osmanthus in Jiang Yan's hair, but even though the sweet-scented osmanthus was twisted away, that hand stayed on her temple for a long time.  Finally, he rolled his Adam's apple up and down, and his slender fingers came out from Jiang Yan's mouth.Because of his stature, he hid himself and corseted his chest?  "

    Ruan Yu opened her red eyes and said in a daze, "Jealous?"

    "Of course it's jealousy, because it's what they don't have. If they don't get it, they can only scold you to vent their anger. Only you will be fooled and let them bully you." Jiang Yan put her clothes on and sat on the edge of the bed  He said in relief, "Xue Rui and his like say you are charming because they covet your beauty, but they are afraid of insulting the lintel and the sage's legacy, and use your beauty to deceive people as an excuse for your dirty thoughts. You can't be fooled! A real gentleman  I won't despise you because of your big breasts and slender waist!"

    Having said that, Jiang Yan hugged Ruan Yu, "From now on, Ayu, don't go to Uncle Laoshizi's house, just hang out with me."

    Ruan Yu smiled through tears, wrapped her clothes tightly and said with a light smile, "I don't. Now that you have Mr. Fu, if I'm still hanging around by your side, wouldn't it be a nuisance?"

    "What nonsense! Me and him" After a pause, Jiang Yan pursed her lips and smiled, "It's still early for me and him."

    The shadow of the moon is slanting to the west, and the Mid-Autumn Festival passes quietly amidst the laughter of two girls living in other places.

    After that, Jiang Yan devoted herself to the day-to-day study of the Guozijian. In addition to reading and taking exams every day, she practiced blessing music with her classmates.  This time the sacrifice to heaven was quite grand, and Feng Jijiu attached great importance to it, and the requirements were stricter than usual. If one's pronunciation was wrong, or one's posture was wrong, all of them had to do it all over again.

    A Blessing of the Gods will take half an hour to play, and the students will suffer unspeakably as it repeats over and over again.

    It wasn't until October when the leaves turned yellow that Jiang Yan, who was exhausted from practicing, learned of Fu Li's recent situation from Wei Jinghong's mouth.

    It is heard that he performed very well in the school competition, and was recommended by Cai Qi, the governor of Beizhen, and promoted to Jinyiwei Cong Qipin Xiaoqi.

    Although he is a military officer the size of a sesame seed and not many people under his jurisdiction, it is a formal official position after all, which is much better than the previous school lieutenant who did not even have a rank.

    Taking such an important step, Jiang Yan was naturally happy for him, and immediately asked Wei Jinghong to send a message to Fu Li, agreeing to celebrate his promotion at the restaurant where they met earlier in Shuowang in early November.

    Jiang Yan deliberately went early that day, and ordered good wine and food with all her monthly silver, but who knew that Fu Li had not attended the appointment since she waited until night fell.

    As the night was getting darker, Jiang Yan changed several positions, and when she was bored waiting, the door of the private room was pushed open with a bang.  Jiang Yan stood up almost immediately, but the person who came was not Fu Li, but Wei Jinghong.

    Wei Jinghong didn't bring his paper fan either, and said out of breath, "There's no need to wait, Fu Li just sent a message. He was ordered to go out of the city to arrest the important criminal, and the date of return has not yet been set."

    Hearing this, Jiang Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

    It's not disappointment, but relief. Fortunately, he didn't have any accidents on the way here.

    Those who can do more work, presumably Cai Fushi attaches great importance to Fu Li.

    Wei Jinghong looked at Jiang Yan's expression carefully, and said embarrassingly: "Fu Li also said, please don't be angry. When he returns, he will personally apologize to you."

    Jiang Yan burst out laughing, and asked back: "Why am I angry? It's just that the wine and food are so good, it's cheaper for you." After speaking, Jiang Yan opened the door and ordered the waiter to serve the food, and handed Wei Jinghong a pair of chopsticks, "  Sit down, eat before leaving."

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