Greetings, Ninth Uncle

Cheng Yujin was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief in the apse, but even if there was no one around, Cheng Yujin never showed a loose posture, and maintaining her manners had become routine for her.

Forsythia brought out sobering soup to Cheng Yujin and said, "Prince Concubine, do you need a servant to beat your waist?"

Cheng Yujin shook her head: "No need. When I came out just now, I saw that some eunuchs had already moved out fireworks, and they must be setting off fireworks soon. I'll just take a rest here. If my clothes get wrinkled, it's not good. "

Forsythia should be. Cheng Yujin drank the sobering soup and two cups of tea to refresh herself, feeling that her chaotic brain was gradually sobering up, so she got up and walked out. At this moment, the palace is already very lively, the eunuchs are busy moving pào battles and setting off fireworks, the juggling group shows their magic in the open space, and the fence is full of palace maids watching the excitement, pointing excitedly at the square. Looking straight ahead, bright candles were already lit there, reflecting the bright tents around it as if it were daylight, and the sides were crowded with people.

Presumably, the imperial driver had already moved out of the main hall and moved it outside. It's not even New Year's, so I can't set off the pào bamboo yet, but the little eunuch, who is already smart, sets off fireworks sticks and dashes up and down to make the master happy.

The ladies were also gathered in a pile at the moment, their clothes were fragrant and their temples were full of pearls.

Cheng Yujin approached, and the palace concubines all backed away to say hello to Cheng Yujin. Cheng Yujin nodded lightly at them, and spoke to everyone with a smile. It was already late at night, the wind was gān and cold, the night was surprisingly dark, and the air was filled with the unique smell of nitrate fire, which reminded people of the Chinese New Year.

Cheng Yujin was a little ecstatic in this atmosphere. She remembered that at this time last year, she was still in Yichūn Hou's mansion, and she was full of excitement and lack of interest. Who would have known that a year later, not only did she get married, but she was still celebrating the New Year in the Forbidden City.

Cheng Yujin looked up and looked in the other direction, just to see Li Chengjing standing beside the emperor, staring at her.

At this moment, a huge sound of firecrackers suddenly sounded outside, and the fireworks in all corners were lit together. Cheng Yujin was startled, and naturally raised her head to look at the sky. At the same time, the sky outside the palace also lit up, and bursts of colorful light flashed.

Time does not discriminate, and at this moment, a new era has come to the land of Kyushu at the same time.

Cheng Yujin moved in her heart, and immediately turned to look at Li Chengjing, and found that there was no one in that position. At this time, everyone was looking up at the sky, and the crackling sound of the whip was deafening. If it wasn't for shouting, they would not have noticed other people's movements at all. Cheng Yujin quietly retreated to the back, turned around and walked out quickly.

She was just halfway there when she met Li Chengjing on the way. Unconsciously, she smiled and ran two steps towards Li Chengjing. Li Chengjing also opened his hand and caught her firmly.

Cheng Yujin was wearing a red auspicious robe and a snow-white cloak today, standing there like a red plum in the snow, extremely beautiful. Cheng Yujin jumped into Li Chengjing's arms, and the cloak almost glowed in the night: "Happy New Year, Your Highness."

Li Chengjing also smiled and embraced her with the cloak in his arms: "You too. Happy New Year."

"Am I the first person to congratulate you?"

"Yes." Li Chengjing's voice sounded in her ear, with a low smile, "I only hope that you will be the first every year."

At this time, Cheng Yujin didn't analyze the possibility with him rationally, and didn't avoid it, but hugged him back as well: "Yes."

After the new year, fireworks are set off in joy everywhere in the palace, and everyone sees it, whether they recognize it or not, whether they are dirty or not, they all bow their hands in congratulations. The emperor was very relieved to see this. He looked at the steps of the Qianqing Palace for half an hour, then he was exhausted and went back to the palace to rest.

After the emperor left, the other princes, princes, and courtiers dared to leave, and the concubines also returned to the palace in twos and threes. Li Chengjing sent the emperor away, and had no intention of wasting time outside. After a few waves of people who came to celebrate the New Year with him at will, he walked quickly to the gate of the palace.

When he saw the snow-white figure in the night, Li Chengjing found himself relieved: "Why didn't you leave?"

Cheng Yujin turned around when she heard the sound, she was still carrying a palace lantern in her hand, and the red clothes on her body were more and more warmly illuminated: "I'm waiting for Your Highness."

Li Chengjing naturally held her hand, took the lamp in her hand, and circled her hand as soon as his palm turned. Cheng Yujin smiled and asked, "Your Highness, what are you doing?"

Li Chengjing lowered his eyes to look at her, and the light illuminated his eyes with a smile and sparkle: "Okay, now you and the lamp are mine."

It is reasonable for the two to return to the palace to have their own chariots, but today Li Chengjing is unwilling to let go of Cheng Yujin's hand. He remembered that on the day of the big wedding banquet, Cheng Yujin went back without waiting for him after the banquet. Today, he is willing to stay outside and wait for him, which is really a big improvement for Li Chengjing.

Li Chengjing didn't want the third person to come up to make trouble, so he sent the palace servants away. He took Cheng Yujin's hand and walked slowly in the Forbidden City on the first day of the new year. At this time, the fireworks had almost been set off, and there were only bursts of noises in front of the Qianqing Palace Square.

The air is filled with the coldness of the late night and the smell of fresh nicotine, and there is a strange feeling of home. Although the night wind is as cold as a knife, it is not annoying.