'Wall Beating?'
Ji Yunshu's almond-shaped eyes glared at Wei Yi angrily.
On second thought, 'This brat made two lanterns at the very least.
Forget it, I won't bother with him! '
She turned to Luan 'er. "Luan' er, go find some paste, paper, and some drawing tools."
"Yes, this servant will go."
Luan 'er hurriedly went out and gathered all the things she needed.
Wei Yi propped up his cheeks and asked Ji Yunshu, "Shu 'er, why are you looking for these things?"
As she smoothed out the paper, she took a few delicate brushes, dipped them in water, and began to draw on the paper carefully.
Wei Yi stared at her in amazement and didn't make a sound.
The tip of the brush lightly scratched on the clean white paper. Every stroke and dot was very delicate.
In less than a moment, a plum blossom appeared on the paper. The stem was slender and the stamen extended. It was delicate and refined.
She dipped the brush into the red ink and slowly carved it into shape.
A vivid and lifelike plum blossom appeared on the white paper.
There seemed to be a cool breeze in the air. The petals of the plum blossom slowly fell, filling the air with a sweet fragrance.
The fragrance permeated the air.
It was like a wonderful hand, living up to its name.
Ji Yunshu put down her brush and gently fanned herself with her sleeves. The ink dried up.
"Shu 'er, your drawing is really beautiful."
Wei Yi cried out in alarm and moved closer. His face was so clean that it was almost touching the paper.
Ji Yunshu handed the painting to him. "You and Luan 'er cut this painting into eight pieces. Stick them on the eight sides of the lantern."
"Why do I have to cut it?"
"It's beautiful this way."
'Is it beautiful?'
He didn't understand. Why did she have to cut a painting into eight pieces?
Still, he obediently followed Luan 'er to cut the painting.
Ji Yunshu then drew another plum blossom painting. She cut it into eight pieces and stuck them on the eight sides of the lantern.
The two lanterns were even more exquisite this time.
The eight sides were surrounded by flowers. It was still in the shape of a plum blossom.
At this time, the sky gradually darkened.
Under Wei Yi's anxious shouts, Ji Yunshu brought him and Luan 'er out of the Wei Mansion.
She carried two lanterns, the orange-red candles swaying faintly, illuminating the plum blossoms on the paper.
On the main road, the dark night was like ink, and the red lights were like stars!
Lanterns of different colors and shapes were hung on slender ropes, extending down in rows, hanging above the entire avenue.
It was just like a bustling Christmas!
As far as the eyes could see, only heads could be seen!
There was no end in sight!
The crowd strolled around leisurely, each holding a lamp in their hands. Every household, the men were dressed extravagantly, while the women were dressed flirtatiously.
Instead of calling it the Lantern Festival, it was more like an annual blind date!
Ji Yunshu's group of three walked in the direction of the Dwelling Frost Pavilion.
"Shu 'er, look."
Wei Yi was very excited along the way. He stopped in front of a stall and took off a Peking opera mask. He put it on and shook his head, trying to act like an actor.
"Do you like it?"
Ji Yunshu was amused by him and asked him another question.
"I like it." He nodded.
So, she took out some silver, bought the mask, and gave it to him.
However, this troublemaker didn't stop for even a moment. He ran around everywhere, and Ji Yunshu almost lost him several times.
Running back and forth, he naturally bought a lot of things. Toys, food, clothes, a whole bunch of them.
After a few stops, they finally arrived at the Dwelling Frost Pavilion.
In a private room on the second floor, Jing Rong's sharp eyes had already found Ji Yunshu in the crowd.
In the crowd, she was like the lantern in her hand, very eye-catching.
That kind of woman didn't wear luxurious brocade clothes, didn't wear expensive pearls and silver bracelets, and didn't have exquisite makeup on her face.
Yet, she stole away the passion hidden under the iceberg.
Everything around him became invisible. In his eyes, there was only Ji Yunshu.
After a while, the corners of his mouth curved into an ambiguous smile.
He whispered, "A peasant girl dreams of a firm boulder."
At this moment, Ji Yunshu had already entered the Dwelling Frost Pavilion. Following the waiter's guidance, she went to a private room on the second floor.
As soon as she entered, she was met with Jing Rong's fiery gaze, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.
Wei Yi acted as if he was very familiar with her. He threw a pile of toys in his hands at Lang Po.
"Hold it properly. Don't break it, or you'll have to pay for it."
"This …" Lang Po hugged the pile of strange things in his arms. Black lines appeared on his forehead. He turned to look at his prince with a pleading expression. "Your Highness, this …"
Jing Rong laughed. "Since Young Master Wei wants you to hold it, then hold it properly."
'He's helping an outsider!'
Lang Po could only obey and hold it properly.
Jing Rong looked at Ji Yunshu and pointed at the seat beside him. "Miss Ji, please sit."
"I also want to sit." Following Wei Yi's voice, he sat down on the seat Jing Rong pointed at. Looking at the table full of delicacies, he asked Jing Rong, "Big Brother, can I eat now?"
Jing Rong's expression was unsightly. He pursed his lips. "Eat."
'Eat as much as you can!
The seat that was supposed to be left for Ji Yunshu was firmly occupied by this guy.
'This third wheel is quite bright!'
Ji Yunshu lowered her head and smiled. She silently sat opposite Jing Rong.
Wei Yi, on the other hand, had already started eating.
"It's delicious. It's even better than the ones at home." Wei Yi said while eating.
"If you like it, I'll invite you to eat alone next time. How about it?" Jing Rong picked up his chopsticks and picked up a chicken drumstick. He put it in Wei Yi's bowl. "Eat slowly. There are plenty of drumsticks. You can have as many as you want. However, don't fight with me for the heart."
'This is an innuendo!'
Wei Yi didn't understand, but Ji Yunshu did.
She immediately changed the topic. She picked up a chopstick and pointed at the table full of dishes. "Your Highness is really generous. I'm afraid that you won't be able to finish it and waste it."
She turned to Luan 'er. "Luan' er, you should also sit. I believe that your Highness won't mind."
"This …" Luan 'er was timid. If she knew that the person they were going to meet was Prince Rong, she wouldn't have followed him out.
Jing Rong's expression was gentle. He nodded at Luan 'er. "So you are Luan' er."
Luan 'er was surprised.' Since when does his Highness recognize me? '
She nodded. "Yes, this servant is called Luan 'er."
"Then sit down with us. There's no need to stand on ceremony." He then turned to Lang Po. "You put the things in your hands to the side and sit down."
Thus, the table was filled with five people.
'Why is this so different from the original arrangement?
What a blunder! '
During the meal, Jing Rong was jealous while Ji Yunshu was embarrassed.
Wei Yi was really full.
Luan 'er and Lang Po were scared witless.
The waiter brought out some pastries. There were plum blossom cakes, rose cakes, sweet pastries, rice cakes, auspicious fruits …
Jing Rong picked up a piece of rice cake and put it in Ji Yunshu's bowl.
"Try it. The Dwelling Frost Pavilion's rice cake is very delicious." His tone was filled with affection.
"Thank you, Your Highness."
Ji Yunshu picked up the rice cake and put it in Wei Yi's bowl. She said softly, "You should eat more."
"Okay."
Wei Yi wasn't picky. He picked it up and put it in his mouth.
It was very delicious.
Jing Rong was not satisfied. He picked up a auspicious fruit and was about to give it to Ji Yunshu when Wei Yi intercepted him.
"Thank you, Big Brother."
He picked it up and ate it in one bite.
'Hey, that's not for you. You're the third wheel!'
Ji Yunshu secretly laughed. At this moment, she really doubted whether Wei Yi did it on purpose.
Jing Rong's face was already extremely pale. He was depressed and unhappy until they left the Dwelling Frost Pavilion.
At this time, Jinjiang Avenue was crowded with people and loud cheers could be heard everywhere.
Jing Rong's face was twisted as he looked at Ji Yunshu and Wei Yi, each carrying a lantern. He was in a very bad mood.
"Shu 'er, where do you think we should hang our lanterns? Mother said that the higher you hang, the better. "
Wei Yi pulled Ji Yunshu. He was very happy.
Ji Yunshu smiled. "Anywhere."
"Then, I'll have to take a good look." Wei Yi raised his head and began to look for a suitable place to hang the lantern.
At this time, seven or eight children rushed out of the crowd. They were carrying all kinds of lanterns. They seemed to split the crowd in half and slowly closed up again.
Because of the children's craziness, Wei Yi, who was originally excitedly walking in front, was momentarily scattered.
"Young Master Wei …"
Seeing this, Luan 'er immediately squeezed into the crowd and followed.
Jing Rong narrowed his long and narrow eyes and called out to Lang Po, "Follow them. Don't lose Wei Yi."
"Yes."
Lang Po's tall and sturdy body was forcibly squeezed into the crowd.
Ji Yunshu was about to push her way through the crowd to find Wei Yi, but her arm was instantly pulled by Jing Rong.
"Don't worry. With Luan 'er and Lang Po following him, he won't get lost."
'Losing him is good!'
"But I still have to …"
Ji Yunshu's face was full of worry, but before she could finish her sentence, her shoulder was suddenly hit by someone.
Her petite body was fiercely knocked into Jing Rong's embrace.
She wanted to push him away, but Jing Rong's arms tightly wrapped around her, firmly protecting her.
"There are too many people here. Let's go over there first."
"Wei Yi, he …"
"I told you not to worry about him. Lang Po will send him back."
Jing Rong's voice was slightly heavy and brooked no rebuttal.
Because there were too many people around, Ji Yunshu couldn't move even half a step away from his chest.
Jing Rong's hand on her shoulder tightened, forcing her to use all her strength.
She followed his footsteps, moving away from the crowd little by little. Inadvertently, when she looked up, she saw Jing Rong's sharp face. His eyes, which seemed to be carved with a knife, clearly contained a cold and severe feeling.
Jing Rong protected her as they walked out of the crowd, allowing her to finally breathe a sigh of relief.
In the next moment, Jing Rong exerted force and pushed him two steps away from her.
She lowered her head. "Thank you, Your Highness."
"Do you really want to treat me like a stranger?" Jing Rong's voice contained a trace of displeasure.
"You are a prince, and I am just …"
Before she could finish speaking, Jing Rong grabbed her arms and pressed her against the cold wall.
Perhaps because she used too much force, the plum blossom lantern in her hand loosened and fell to the ground.
At this moment, her back was pressed against the mottled wall, and Jing Rong's arms were locked. There was only a finger's length between the two of them.
'This …'
'Wall slam?'
Ji Yunshu frowned. Just as she recovered from the pain in her back, she met Jing Rong's clear and cold eyes.
His eyes were burning with a trace of anger.
It was as if he wanted to burn her alive.
"Your Highness, you …"
"Ji Yunshu, do you really not know how this prince treats you?"
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