Being confined to the palace for half a month allowed him to fully recover his health.
Half-reclining on the chaise longue, Luo Miao, without her mask, overshadowed the vibrant flowers in the courtyard.
Even though they've seen each other almost every day these past few days, Murong Jiu still feels that he shouldn't be living in this chaotic and filthy world.
But it doesn't matter, he will give him a peaceful and prosperous world.
Luo Miao glanced at the male lead standing at the door, who was smiling somewhat foolishly, and silently turned her head away.
They really are from different worlds.
You can tell from their IQ.
Murong Jiu completely ignored Luo Miao's disregard and walked over with a smile.
"My dear minister, there's a Mid-Autumn Festival lantern festival tonight. You've just arrived in Fengtian, so you've probably never seen one before. It's very lively. Shall I take you out to have a look?"
From that day on, regardless of whether Luo Ling agreed or not, the male lead kept calling her "my beloved minister" happily.
Stroking the jade flute, Luo Miao nodded calmly.
There's also a melodramatic twist to this.
It's really an essential plot element in time-travel novels.
But what about the female lead?
During this time, she seemed to have disappeared.
Upon seeing Luo Ling's agreement, Murong Jiu immediately returned the way he came to prepare for leaving the palace.
He insists on doing everything personally, as long as it involves him.
Luo Ling didn't react much, closed her eyes, and continued to rest.
...
"Miss, look at this lantern festival, it's so lively!"
A round-faced girl with two buns in her hair pulled a veiled woman beside her and talked happily.
The girl next to her, Luo Xiang, frowned slightly and scolded the round-faced girl in a low voice.
"Don't be so alarmed. Have you forgotten why we came out here?"
Luo Xiang also felt really unlucky.
In time-travel novels, the female protagonist is the one who travels through time.
She transmigrated and became a princess of a fallen kingdom, fleeing all the way.
I'd like to emulate those time-traveling women and create something modern to make a name for myself.
However, it's all complete bullshit.
You can compose poems and have tea competitions with someone, and they'll want to play chess and paint with you.
When you talk to someone about politics, they want to enjoy wine and flowers with you.
There are countless examples like this.
Anyway, during this period of time, she was so frustrated that she lost all her temper.
They've resigned themselves to the modern system.
It's just accepting fate, not giving up.
At least she transmigrated into someone else's body, so that's a favor.
We should definitely try harder.
Who knows, maybe one day she'll really become the female lead, just like in a novel, and then restore her kingdom.
So, she came today.
According to the pattern, on such grand festivals, the emperor, princes, and nobles would always travel incognito.
If luck is on your side, who can be sure you won't run into a big shot?
that is...
"Xiao He, where is this?"
It was pitch black ahead, with only a few scattered points of light.
There weren't many people around, which looked a bit scary.
Xiaohe hugged her arm, her voice excited.
"Miss, this is the Wishing River, let's release some lanterns too."
Just as I was about to remind her again of the purpose of her visit, I heard her say something else.
"I wish to meet the Emperor."
Luo Xiang: "..." This maid of hers is more like a modern person who has traveled through time than she is, so naive.
A smile also flashed across Luo Ling's face, who was not far away.
She's a very cute little girl.
When Murong Jiu turned around after releasing the lanterns, she saw that in the dim light, he was no longer as cold and stern as usual, but rather somewhat gentle.
His faint smile added a touch of warmth to his whole being.
It has a dazzling, otherworldly quality.
My feet involuntarily stepped out.
The slope, which wasn't particularly steep, became extremely slippery due to constant foot traffic and the influence of the flowing water.
Forgetting where he was, Murong Jiu immediately started dancing with joy.