Song Ci is like a child now. Seeing that Song Zhiyuan and Song Zhicheng were taking her out in the evening, they were so excited that they grinned and kept asking where to go and what to do?

Song Zhiyuan coaxed her like coaxing a child. Looking at her smiling and confused face, her heart was so sore and awkward. If she wanted to leave, she would not be in pain if she smiled like this.

The most feared thing is the pain in the body that makes you unable to sleep at night.

The wheels of the carriage were pressed against the blue bricks, and the wheels sounded. Song Ci looked at the street scene with the lights on greedily, and from time to time he exclaimed a sigh of praise.

When the car entered the Huai River, it seemed even more lively. There were restaurants and restaurants on both sides of the river. The sound of silk and bamboo came faintly, and there were also some laughter. After listening carefully, you could hear a few sour poems.

On both sides of the Huai River, many playboys in the capital are eager to be eager to. There are food, drinks and plays here, and they are full of money, like a cave of gold.

The sound of people is buzzing, and the lights are bright as daytime.

When the carriage stopped, Song Ci was helped down by Song Zhiyuan himself. The servants and guards in the mansion had already dispersed, forming a protective circle to prevent someone from coming and rushing to several people.

Song Zhiyuan tied a belt on Song Ci's cloak, held her, and walked slowly along the river.

Jiang Fulai led the way ahead.

Various lanterns on both sides are intertwined, and the lights are rippling in the river, colorful.

"It's so beautiful." Song Ci looked at her with great pleasure, her nose moved again, and she said excitedly: "I seem to smell the smell of wine."

Song Zhicheng quipped from the side and said, "Does mom want to drink?"

"The mama and the others don't let them drink." Song Ci complained with a broken face: "They are good and bad."

Madam Gong and Nanshan followed a few people. When they heard this, they were both funny and wanted to cry.

"Look for a restaurant in a while and let you have a small cup." Song Zhiyuan said with a smile.

Song Ci immediately slapped his palm.

This childish behavior made everyone feel a little confused. The old lady was not very sober now and her behavior began to deteriorate.

"Prince, I'm here." Jiang Fulai took a step forward and pointed to a very good lampstand in front of him.

Song Zhiyuan and Song Zhicheng carefully helped Song Ci down the steps and came to the lampstand. They said that they were the lampstand, but in fact they were also paved with a layer of stone slabs and wooden boards to facilitate everyone to stand.

At that time, when they looked upstream, some people stood casually on the banks of the Huai River, dressed very ordinary, but they held river lanterns in their hands and whispered to themselves, putting the lanterns in the water, letting them swim down.

Going further apart, it was even more lively, as if someone was scrambling to buy lanterns and ask for inscriptions.

"Mom, look at this lamp." Song Zhiyuan personally hooked a lamp and presented it to Song Ci's hand, saying, "This is the prayer lamp that the people have set for you, hoping that you will live a long life. This is also because of the kindness you have made in the past that has helped many people. Your birthday is coming soon, and they pray for you independently and bless you with good health."

Song Ci was a little surprised, looking at the small lamp in her hand, the candlelight swayed in the breeze, and the small clusters of firelights reflected into her eyes, like a flower.

Song Ci's thoughts seemed to suddenly become clear and said, "Pray for me?"

She looked over and saw that many people were on the riverside and the river lights were flowing down the river, shaking gently on the water, and couldn't help but smile.
Chapter completed!