The Imperial Guard’s Revenge

Almost at the same time, Wang Yanqing also picked out the lamp. She turned around and showed Lu Heng the glazed lamp: "Second brother, do you think this lamp looks good?"

The glazed lantern is made into an octagonal palace lantern. The lamp inside slowly rotates, and the light passes through the colorful glaze, as if it is underwater, as clear and hazy. She was holding this beautiful lamp, and Lu Heng nodded with a smile, not seeing the danger just now: "Deng Lin Qingqing, it's very beautiful."

Wang Yanqing glanced at him angrily, with a smile on his lips, his eyes wandered, and he said, "That's it."

Lingxi went forward to pay the bill, and then automatically returned to the back, and it was invisible in the blink of an eye. Lu Heng and Wang Yanqing were still as comfortable as they were just two people shopping. Wang Yanqing swept towards the crowd, but could not find any trace of Lingxi. She felt a little embarrassed and asked, "It's rare to celebrate today. Wouldn't they be too tired to follow along like this?"

"No." Lu Heng grabbed Wang Yanqing's wrist and took her forward as usual, "For them, it's nothing."

Yeah? Wang Yanqing didn't have time to ask, and was pulled away by Lu Heng. The lights on this street seemed to be extraordinarily bright, and the surrounding lights were dazzling. Wang Yanqing, dressed in a white velvet jacket, walked in it, as bright as a fairy concubine, and people who came and went couldn't help but pay attention. There are many people who are eager to move, but when they see the man next to the beauty, they give up wisely.

Lu Heng was wearing his regular clothes today, and he was also observing filial piety. But people who walk in Jinyiwei all year round, even if they don't have the flying fish suit and the embroidered chūn knife, their invisible murderous aura is enough to scare off Xiaoxiao.

Lu Heng was tall and fair-skinned, and he was dressed in plain clothes again today. The colorful lights reflected on Lu Heng's body, giving the feeling of the sunset melting gold and the morning glow reflecting the snow. But his beauty is full of intimidation, like a snow leopard and a white tiger standing on the top of his strength, showing off his patterns, but no one dares to question his ferocity.

The two walked side by side in the splendid lamps, not knowing if the Shili Long Street was a painting, or if they were a painting. Lu Heng noticed that there was a fortune-telling booth across the street, and he thought to himself that such a good opportunity to get eye drops should not be missed. So Lu Heng said to Wang Yanqing: "Qingqing, do you still remember that stall? Last year, you asked for a sign here. The other party said that you would recruit villains, so it's not appropriate to discuss relatives. Sure enough, you met Fu Tingzhou. You can't take it seriously this year. , I'll take you to ask for another signature."

In fact, Wang Yanqing had no impression at all, but what Lu Heng said had a cause and effect, and it was a decent thing, and such a thing came out of her mind vaguely, as if she had really experienced it. Wang Yanqing nodded, and Lu Heng took Wang Yanqing to the booth, thinking that with his ability to attack, he would not come back with any words.

When the stall owner saw that there were distinguished guests, he quickly nodded and bowed. Wang Yanqing glanced at the stall owner secretly, wanting to see the stall owner's expression, as if he knew them. But Wang Yanqing suddenly thought that a year has passed, and it is normal for the stall owner to forget so many customers after seeing so many customers. She no longer delved into it, and lowered her head to concentrate on the lottery.

With a click, a bamboo stick fell out. Lu Heng didn't look at it in a hurry. He picked it up calmly and asked with a smile, "Qingqing, what are you asking for? Could it be marriage?"

"How could it be!" Wang Yanqing glared at Lu Heng secretly, and said, "I asked for the second brother."

Lu Heng thought about each other when he wanted to sign. While thinking about it, Lu Heng turned over the bamboo stick and saw the words on the back.

Jinghuashuiyue is unintentional, don't trust the person in front of you.

The corner of Lu Heng's lips stopped, the smile in his eyes faded in an instant, he raised his head, and swept towards the stall owner coldly.

Does this guy know him? Deliberately cheating on this? But he and Wang Yanqing came here at will, how did they know that Lu Heng would pass by here?

Lu Heng has experienced a lot of intrigue, and when he sees a coincidence, his first reaction is to conspire. The stall owner was originally thinking that another deal was done, but when he raised his head and met Lu Heng's eyes, he was shocked and couldn't even speak.

Seeing that Lu Heng's expression was wrong, Wang Yanqing hurriedly asked, "Second brother, what's wrong?"

In the blink of an eye, Lu Heng has carefully swept the stall owner's fingers, tiger's mouth, clothes, and soles of his shoes. All kinds of traces show that this person does not know martial arts, and there are no weapons under the car. Lu Heng took the lottery bucket and saw that the wood was ordinary, and there was no mechanism.

Is that pure coincidence? But why did such directional words fall out? Isn't this just talking about him?

Wang Yanqing saw that Lu Heng suspected the stall owner at first, but should have ruled it out later, but Lu Heng's face did not show ease, but became more dignified. How is this going? Wang Yanqing was surprised and reached out to pick up the bamboo stick in Lu Heng's hand.

Lu Heng's hand was slightly dodged back, Wang Yanqing raised his eyes and fixedly looked at Lu Heng. Lu Heng wanted to prevent her from looking more suspicious, so he smiled reassuringly at her and said, "It's not allowed to sign, you don't believe it."

Wang Yanqing looked at him silently: "But, you just said that I asked for a signature here last year. It's very accurate, and I can't take it seriously this year."

Lu Heng was in a fire, he never expected that the fire would come to him. The meaning of this sign is too straightforward, and Lu Heng can't even talk about it.

He could only watch Wang Yanqing take the bamboo stick, lowered his eyes, and carefully read the words above. Lu Heng kept staring at Wang Yanqing's eyes, her eyelashes moved, and she quickly finished reading.