Chapter 89:

Cheng Qianye felt that, apart from doing a little bit of cheating while occupying the identity of Traverse, he was actually not such a good person.
Neither literary nor martial arts, neither is as smart as Zhang Fu nor as profound as Zhou Zixi.
If you think about it carefully, your only advantage is that you are more open-minded and accept a bit better than ordinary people.
When I first came here, I didn't adapt to this era, but I got used to it when I stayed. Nowadays I still have many close friends.
At first I didn't want to be the position of the monarch, but when I was sitting, I gradually felt that it was not bad, and even found a new goal in life.
At first, thinking that she could not recover her daughter's body, she was depressed for a day or two. Later, it didn't matter if I thought about it, she joked that she couldn't wear a skirt? In modern times, T-shirts and jeans are not the same way.
Rather than mourn the spring and fall, it is better to spend more time with Hashio while the "Princess Qianye" is still alive.
In the future, if Hashimoto can't bear this way of getting along and has other ideas, he can see it anyway. When the time comes, let him go and let him go.
Cheng Qianye turned his eyes and looked at the man walking next to her.
Most of the time this man was outside, there was no obvious expression on his face.
But Mo Qiaosheng didn't know that the brilliant pink color on his body was pleasing Cheng Qianye's heart all the time.
Cheng Qianye stretched out his fingers and hooked Mo Qiaosheng's broad palm.
The rough palm of his hand was sweating slightly nervously. After a while, he carefully folded his fingers and responded to his princess.
Today is the Qiqiao Festival, and the folks of Bianzhou have the custom of crossing the river to celebrate the flowers.
Every family cut light colored ribbons and dyed them with the sun rising from the stone. Tens of thousands of colored flocks were scattered on the Bianshui River that passed through the city.
A tributary of the Bianshui River passes through Bianzhou City.
At the moment, there is a temple fair on the street by the river, crowded with people, and it is very lively.
Countless men and women scattered auspicious flowers by the river, flying flowers in the sky or swaying in the wind, or pavilions on the water, drifting away with the blue waves.
"Last year we were in Weiguo, and they escaped with Tianxiang through their custom of setting river lanterns." Cheng Qianye and Mo Qiaosheng stood side by side in the shadow of the willow trees on the river bank, looking at the lively crowd, thinking More than a year ago, in the dark night along the Jishui River, that thrilling escape.
Mo Qiao took her hand tight as soon as he was born.
Only a year ago, he was still a slave in a stable, living a precarious life.
Looking at the sparkling river in front of him, he also remembered the escape of Weiguo.
On that night when the killing sound shook the sky, he fell into the dark and cold water.
At the moment of dying, the lord fought hard to save him. The lord not only saved his life, but also gave him a whole new life.
Now, he is standing here, holding the hand of the lord, those times a year ago are like a lifetime.
"Qiaosheng, where did you think about it." Cheng Qianye's voice with a smile called back Mo Qiaosheng who was in memory.
A bright white palm was raised in front of his eyes and gently hooked.
Mo Qiaosheng followed her gesture and lowered his head slightly.
Cheng Qianye raised his hand and touched his head lightly, "We used to be like this before, and now you are growing taller, I'm almost out of reach."
Mo Qiaosheng pursed his mouth. On those nights when the body and mind were hurt, this action had brought him the greatest comfort.
Today, she still warms her heart like this.
"Don't think about the unhappy things, Hashimoto. Everything that used to be is over. If you want, we can all be together in the days to come, and I will make you happy."
Under the green shade tree, the woman in crimson robes in Jinyan Quyu raised her head and gently kissed her beloved.
With a touch of water, she turned around with a smile and walked towards the river. The man under the tree suddenly reached out and grabbed her.
"What's wrong, Qiao Sheng?" Cheng Qianye turned her head, she looked at her sweetheart with encouragement.
"I..." Mo Qiaosheng was a little nervous, he swallowed, and finally raised his eyes, his scorching eyes fixed on the person in front of him, "No matter what identity or appearance the lord is, Qiaosheng wants to be with the lord. Being together. Regardless of whether it is open or not, in the name of husband and wife, as long as I can accompany the lord, it is happiness. In my life, I only wish to have the lord."
Cheng Qianye’s eyes lit up.
Bridge student understood her heart.
She didn’t say anything, and Bridge Student didn’t cheat.
But he saw the unknown hesitation in Cheng Qianye's heart.
Gives the answer she wants most.
Cheng Qianye used force to pull Mo Qiaosheng over and kissed his lips fiercely.
This man, why is he so cute, really wants to bully him hard, make him happy, and make him cry.
...
Zhang Fu sat in the carriage and drove in through the city gate.
He raised the curtains and looked at the bustling crowd on the street.
"Why is the street so lively today?"
Xiao Xiuyi looked out the window at the same time: "Today is the Qiao Qiao Festival. Here in Bianjing, there is a habit of celebrating flowers and temple fairs. Many unmarried men and women and young couples will take this opportunity to cross the river by the river. Hua, go to the temple fair with your sweetheart."
"Look, sir, then, is that..." Xiao Xiu whispered and pointed to an inconspicuous small noodle stall on the street.
In the corner along the street, there is a small shed with three wooden tables and a few benches under the shed.
A woman with a blue headscarf was busy with the steaming pot.
The business of the noodle stall was good, and all three tables were filled.
There is a young couple sitting at a table, head to head, eating noodles in a bowl.
Although they all changed casual clothes, Zhang Fu still recognized at a glance, it was the lord and Mo Qiaosheng.
"Lord... the princess is wearing a skirt. It's been a long time since I saw her look like this." Xiao Xiu squeezed by the window and said eagerly.
Zhang Fu silently watched the scene before him.
The lord, he, no, it was her, sitting on the simple noodle stall, talking and laughing easily and freely. It's like that bowl of thick noodles is a delicacy.
The Lord's fair day is above the court, facing them and other courtiers, he has a calm attitude that is not suitable for his age.
Zhang Fu almost forgot, she was actually a very young woman.
It turns out that she also has the innocent and detached side of ordinary young women.
"Can't you really keep it?" Xiao Xiu looked out the window and gently said something that only Zhang Fu could understand. "I think she might be pressing herself on weekdays. This look is what she looks like. When you are happy?"
Zhang Fu said coldly, "The lord of a country holds the world, why can't you get it? Who can't get it? She will understand in the future."
Xiao Xiu moved her lips and swallowed the words in her mouth.
"I know what you are thinking, but have you ever thought that leaving such a handle is to leave a huge hidden danger, and even shake the foundation of our entire Jin country."
Xiao Xiu lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Mister's words are justified. Xiaoxiu just thinks that the lord doesn't understand these principles, but she still saved my life and rescued her husband personally. Perhaps it is because there is such a lord that makes me unbearable."
Zhang Fu put down the curtains and was silent for a moment: "I can't bear it, what can I do."
He felt upset in his heart.
Zhang Fu felt that he had changed. Once, he served under the seat of the old Jin Weihou and controlled the country's intelligence system. He would never influence his decision for these personal emotions.
Calmness and self-reliance is the attitude that a strategist should have.
But now, he just wants to do better for the lord.
But why would he be disturbed by these ridiculous and irrational emotions.
Cheng Qianye didn't know that Zhang Fu was passing by. She refreshedly sucked the noodles in the bowl and sweated.
"Good craftsmanship, lady boss." A bowl of noodle soup bottomed out, and she sighed in satisfaction and praised.
Then he asked the people around him: "Is it delicious? Hashimoto."
Mo Qiaosheng nodded with a bulging face. He ate quickly and had a large appetite. He had already eaten the third bowl.
The stall owner in a blue turban carried a small doll on her back. While she was busy, she turned her head back with a smile, "If the guests like it, they will come to take care of them often."
A six or seven-year-old girl squatted beside her feet, who was skillfully splashing in a big tub to help wash the dishes.
"I think you look familiar?" Cheng Qianye was a little confused, and asked, "Have you studied at Tianxiang Women's Academy?"
She remembered that she had seen this stall owner at the gate of Yao Tianxiang's Women's Academy.
At that time, the lady was pressed by an elder in the family and used the soles of her shoes to smoke, preventing her from entering the school. But in the end she firmly walked into the gate of the academy. Her appearance at that time left an impression on Cheng Qianye.
The stall owner wiped his hands on his apron, and turned around with a smile: "The slave family learned this craft with the master in the Women’s Academy. With the help of Mrs. Tianxiang, this is the only way to set up this small stall here and make self-reliance. , To support a family. Does the little lady know his wife?"
Cheng Qianye coughed, and said in embarrassment, "It's a bit familiar. It turned out that Tianxiang's academy still teaches noodle making."
The stall owner took a plate of pickles and put it on their table.
"Since I am a friend of my wife, even if this meal was requested by the slave, I hope the two of you will not postpone it with a little care." She stood at the table and coaxed the child on her back. "In the women's school, What I teach is all kinds of living skills suitable for women. Let us women learn, and have a good skill, if it is not for Mrs. Tianxiang Ende, how can I..."
She blushed, but did not continue to complain. Instead, she smiled and said: "Thanks to the blessing of the lady, we women who have no roots and no peace have the opportunity to stand in this world. I don't know how to thank you. Mrs. Tianxiang. If the little lady sees her, please convey my gratitude to me."
Cheng Qianye and Mo Qiaosheng stood up and said goodbye.
"It's too full to eat. She makes delicious noodles, and I like it too." Cheng Qianye touched his stomach, "Hashisheng, what did you leave quietly on the table?"
Mo Qiaosheng didn't speak, and smiled lightly.
"I saw it, did you leave the entire purse?"
"I," Mo Qiaosheng's face was reddish, "I have left all my salary this month."
"It's alright, I know what you mean, just come to the palace every day to eat with me this month, haha."