The fake daughter of a fallen ghost is reborn

Chapter 305: Fish and Dragon Dance on Lantern Festival

Chapter 305: Fish and Dragon Dance on Lantern Festival

"What?!" Xue Zhiyi was surprised: "What do you mean?"

Huo Wuyou said, "Our Majesty did something extremely disgraceful when he was young. This is a royal secret, and I also learned a little bit about it from my mother."

As he spoke, he gently pulled Xue Zhiyi closer.

"When Your Majesty was still a prince, he fell in love with a woman, but she was unsympathetic and married someone else. That man also served as an official in the court. After Your Majesty ascended the throne, he actually did something -"

Xue Zhiyi held his breath and concentrated, only to hear Huo Wuyou's voice become even lower: "Kill me and take my wife."

Upon hearing such shocking news, Xue Zhiyi's eyes widened instantly.

"My grandmother tried her best to stop it, but Your Majesty was still determined. In the end, the woman gave in to protect her family, but she was already pregnant with her late husband's child."

"The Fourth Prince?" Xue Zhiyi asked in a low voice.

Huo Wuyou nodded: "Afterwards, after the Fourth Prince was born, the life in the palace was like being imprisoned and she became increasingly unconscious. Finally, one day, she chose to swallow gold and commit suicide."

"Your Majesty actually chose to keep the Fourth Prince?" Xue Zhiyi was a little surprised. The emperor was not a magnanimous person and was extremely suspicious. If he knew that the Fourth Prince was not his own blood, would he still let him live?

"Well, it's strange." Huo Wuyou said, "Your Majesty didn't kill the Fourth Prince, but made him a king and sent him to guard the border. Now that I think about it, besides not wanting more people to know that there is something wrong with the Fourth Prince's bloodline, perhaps he also felt a little guilty."

"Guilty?"

Hmm, Huo Wuyou said: "The woman's late husband, like the Ge family, was once an important official who supported Your Majesty in his bid for the throne. It can even be said that the three of them grew up together."

Xue Zhiyi couldn't help but sneered: "In the end, he is just a cold and selfish person. His conscience is like a lamp, but the oil in the lamp is pitifully small. The flame can only flicker weakly in the wind. When it occasionally lights up, he uses that little light to see the ugliness of his own face, but in the end, he scares himself instead."

Huo Wuyou also chuckled: "Your mouth is still so poisonous, why didn't you poison me to death when you kissed me?"

Glancing at him, Xue Zhiyi said, "You are too modest."

Stretching lazily, Huo Wuyou said, "It's a big festival, let's talk about these things another day."

After all, this is still a teahouse, and even if you are whispering, it is best to stop at a certain point. Whispering for too long will inevitably arouse suspicion.

He picked up the wine pot on the table and said, "It seems to be osmanthus wine."

Xue Zhiyi also sniffed it, and sure enough, there was a clear scent of osmanthus with a hint of sweetness, which was indeed very pleasant.

"I heard that it was the restaurant's signboard. In order to attract business, the owner took it out and used it as a prize for the game of pitching pots." She said with a smile.

Huo Wuyou poured a glass for each of them: "This is the wine that we both won with our own hands. It is priceless."

Xue Zhiyi picked up a cup and took a sip. He felt the aroma of wine spreading in his throat, followed by the sweet fragrance of flowers: "It seems to be a sweet wine that is not intoxicating. It's okay to drink some outside."

……

On Huo Wuyou's back, Xue Zhiyi's cheeks were flushed, and she leaned her head on his shoulder. The colorful lanterns in front of her were just blurry spots of light in her eyes.

Her voice was vague: "Huo Wuyou, where are you going... to take me?"

Huo Wuyou weighed the person on his back and laughed: "Where else can he go except home when he is so drunk?"

He also didn't expect that the osmanthus wine tasted mellow but had such a strong aftertaste. Awan's alcohol tolerance was average to begin with, so she passed out after just a few glasses.

Xue Zhiyi's arms were wrapped tightly around Huo Wuyou's neck, and she moved her warm cheek closer to Huo Wuyou's face, slowly exhaling warm mist from her lips.

"You are talking nonsense... How could the great Marquis of Lin'an be so kind as to send me home?"

Huo Wuyou laughed so hard that his shoulders shook: "But you are the wife of the Marquis of Lin'an."

"who am I?"

"My lady."

"I'm your wife?" Her voice was full of surprise. She curled up and tilted her head to look at Huo Wuyou's face.

She suddenly laughed foolishly: "Nonsense, how can such a handsome boy be my husband?"

At such a close distance, with the warm breath brushing his face, Huo Wuyou was dazed for a moment.

He had never seen Xue Zhiyi like this before, especially when he was drunk in Jianzhang Palace last time, he still remained calm.

Huo Wuyou felt his heart sinking and he only regretted that he was not in their bedroom at this moment.

He sighed leisurely: "How is it? Are you happy?"

"Joy."

"Like it?"

"like."

Huo Wuyou looked up and watched the fireworks flickering in the night sky. In the dim lights, his eyes were soft and he couldn't suppress a smile on his lips.

He said softly, "I like it too."

……

In the bedroom of Lin'an Marquis Mansion.

Xue Zhiyi had slept on Huo Wuyou's back for a while, but when he returned home, he was still drunk.

Her face was still red, but her makeup had smudged on Huo Wuyou's shoulders, and her hair was a little messy. As soon as she returned to the room, she sat in front of the mirror to put on her makeup.

Huo Wuyou advised her: "Why are you still getting dressed? It's getting late, why don't we go to bed early?"

Xue Zhiyi was busy drawing his eyebrows. Huo Wuyou's Adam's apple moved up and down unbearably. His fingers involuntarily wanted to rub her face lightly, but Xue Zhiyi felt that he was in the way and pushed him away.

If a drunk person wants to do something, you can only coax her. There is no other way. Huo Wuyou personally combed her hair and drew her eyebrows.

I thought Xue Zhiyi would be satisfied now and would be willing to sleep with him, but she said it would be rude not to reciprocate and insisted on combing his hair as well.

Seeing that Xue Zhiyi was very interested, he had no choice but to give in and let Xue Zhiyi fiddle with it.

While she was intoxicated, the hair tied on Huo Wuyou's head loosened and she tried to tie it up again, but always failed. She thought of something and took out a red hairband from the pouch on her waist.

Huo Wuyou's eyes lit up and he recognized the headband at a glance.

Being drunk, Xue Zhiyi's steps were much softer than usual. Huo Wuyou only pulled her lightly and made her sit on his lap.

Holding her waist, Huo Wuyou asked her with interest: "The hairband I gave you in the past, have you always carried it with you?"

Xue Zhiyi blushed, nodded, and used a hairband to tie up Huo Wuyou's loose hair with great care.

Huo Wuyou was delighted: "Awan was reluctant to tell me this when she was sober."

He kissed Xue Zhiyi's lower lip lightly, like a dragonfly touching the water.

The slight shaking of his body caused the hair that Xue Zhiyi had tried to tie up to fall apart. The headband slid down the ends of his hair and fell on Huo Wuyou's shoulders, but Xue Zhiyi had no time to care at this moment.

Staring at Huo Wuyou's smiling eyes, she felt the smell of alcohol in her body rushing up to her head.

Sitting on Huo Wuyou's lap, she gently pulled the hairband around his neck.

The hairband was wrapped around Xue Zhiyi's slender fingers. The pulling sensation made Huo Wuyou unable to control himself any longer. He let her pull him closer and closer, until there was not even enough space for him to breathe...

The kiss was mixed with the clear aroma of wine, and the two of them were entangled deeper and deeper. Their breath was hot and scorching. Huo Zhiyu climbed up his neck little by little, and she could feel his hands moving gradually on her body.

Although Huo Wuyou urged them to go to bed early, they still did not sleep on the same bed together.

The flickering candlelight reflected in the bronze mirror, becoming increasingly dim. Xue Zhiyi could only vaguely see his own face rising and falling with his body in the mirror, as well as the trembling red jade pendant on the hairband that was wrapped around Huo Wuyou's neck and between her fingers.

On the night of Lantern Festival, the phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot lights up, and the fish and dragons dance all night...