The reborn soft empress only wants to hug her thighs

Chapter 221 Do you want to see the moon
When Luo Chuchu finished setting off the lanterns, the first fireworks had just ended.

The flower boat wobbled to the shore, and Luo Chuchu felt a little wobbly when she stepped on the ground.

Yan Wenmao took her hand and said, "Go and sit in that tea house."

When we walked to the teahouse, we found that the teahouse was built very high as the woman said, but there were traces of wind and rain outside, and it was estimated that it had been standing here for quite a long time.

Although it was Chinese New Year, there were not many guests. Seeing Yan Wenmao and Luo Chuchu enter the door, the shopkeeper hurriedly greeted him, and said enthusiastically, "The two guests are welcome, what kind of tea do you want?"

"Just get on your signboard."

Luo Chuchu hastily glanced at the wooden board hanging high as a menu, but it was difficult to make out the faded handwriting, so he simply let the shopkeeper decide.

"Yes." The shopkeeper bowed his waist, and then introduced, "Do you two want to watch the fireworks? At this time, the top floor is clean and no one disturbs you, so it's just for watching the fireworks."

The two came here just for this, so naturally they would not refuse.

After walking up to the fifth floor and sitting down by the window, Luo Chuchu rested her cheeks and looked at the fireworks blooming in the night, thinking of something, she bent her eyes.

"Do you still remember that time you took me out to play, we also watched fireworks and put lights. It's just that the lights were placed in the sky that time, and this time they were put in the water."

There was also a slight smile in Yan Wenmao's eyes, and said: "The wish you made that time was to be happy every day. Are you still happy these days?"

Luo Chuchu was fascinated by the thought, and the scenes flashed across his mind. After a long time, he nodded slightly.

"happy."

The two didn't speak again until the shopkeeper brought a pot of fragrant tea to the table, and then left quietly.

Yan Wenmao picked up the teapot, poured the light yellow tea into the cup, and immediately exuded a strong aroma of jasmine.

"smell good."

Luo Chuchu smelled the aroma, and was a little puzzled, and said: "The signboard of a teahouse should usually be many famous teas, but this teahouse seems to be different."

Yan Wenmao tried the tea, but there was no poison in it, so he poured a cup for Luo Chuchu.

The weather in January is very cold, and the hot air of the fragrant tea radiates from the mouth of the cup and floats into the lungs, which is very comfortable.

Luo Chuchu picked up the teacup and took a sip.

With the bitter tea, it slides down the tongue into the stomach, warming it all the way.After swallowing this tea, the mouthful is full of fragrance, and the tip of the tongue tastes slightly sweet.

Luo Chuchu doesn't like bitter food, but this cup of jasmine tea surprised her.

"Drink it well..."

Yan Wenmao drank the fragrant tea in the cup, and the two stopped talking, watching the fireworks outside the window quietly.

"Bang-bang!"

Blossoming fireworks kept rising into the sky.

Pedestrians came and went bustlingly. Amidst the smell of sulfur after the firecrackers were lit, the aroma and heat of food, three or two raised their heads, laughed and said something, and looked at the beautiful fireworks.

It's lively outside, but quiet in the teahouse.

At a certain moment, Yan Wenmao had an illusion that the voices of all things in the world seemed to disappear, and all he had was a cup of hot tea and this person in front of him.

"Ok?"

Luo Chuchu noticed Yan Wenmao looking at her from the corner of her eye, and tilted her head and said, "Am I prettier than the fireworks outside?"

Yan Wenmao didn't speak, he raised his hand hesitantly, and slowly and tremblingly covered the back of Luo Chuchu's hand that was casually placed on the table.

Luo Chuchu was taken aback for a moment, his heart skipped a beat, and the delicate soreness spread from his heart to his limbs.

Yan Wenmao didn't even dare to look at Luo Chuchu's expression.

After a long time, it didn't seem long, Luo Chuchu's hand moved and held his hand instead.

Still no words.

Luo Chuchu thought in a daze, if only Yan Wenmao was an ordinary man.Or, it's fine as it is now, the status is not so high, and it's good not to have so many people's attention.

In that case, they could secretly, . . .

Luo Chuchu had the answer to that question.

It's not that they don't want to marry him, but that they can't.

When they become relatives, others have reason to attack them, and they have reason to use Luo Xianghua to shake the foundation of Luo country.

Yan Wenmao's reputation is notorious, and his reputation among the people is extremely bad. As long as someone with a heart pushes him, a wave will be set off.

She bit her lower lip.

Forgive her, surviving, stabilizing Luo, and governing Luo are more important than pursuing a dangerous and sweet relationship.

Perhaps, what they can enjoy is the ambiguity that is kept secret until now.

There is a slight pain in the heart, the pain is mixed with a sweet taste, like the cup of jasmine tea that I just drank.

Luo Chuchu let out a breath, which turned into white mist in the cold air and disappeared quickly.

She pretended to be relaxed and thought: She doesn't like Yan Wenmao that much, she just cares a little bit, his position is after her own life, so there is no need to be so uncomfortable.

Yan Wenmao didn't know what Luo Chuchu was thinking, but saw that her eyes were covered with a layer of moist mist at a certain moment, and soon dissipated, like bubbles on tea.

Luo Chuchu came back to her senses and found that Yan Wenmao was watching her silently.

She pursed her lips lightly, a smile bloomed on her lips, and her tone was very gentle.

"what happened?"

Yan Wenmao had never heard Luo Chuchu speak to him in this tone.

The last firework outside the window has passed through the night and fell like a meteor, leaving only a crescent moon hanging high in the dark sky.

"Chu Chu, do you want to see the moon?"

Luo Chuchu was taken aback when he heard him calling herself that. Her real name was exactly one word longer than Luo Chu's, but no matter whether it was her real name or Luo Chu's name, no one would call her in front of her.

This is the first time that Yan Wenmao did not call His Majesty, but her name.

"Yes I do."

Luo Chuchu said.

The two drank most of the fragrant tea in the pot, and when they went downstairs, they saw the shopkeeper leaning against the door, looking at the bustling crowd outside.

"The shopkeeper." Luo Chuchu put a piece of silver in his hand, and said with a smile, "Happy New Year, no need to look for broken silver, your jasmine tea is delicious."

Holding the silver, the shopkeeper smiled so that the corners of his eyes wrinkled, and said, "It's the villain's blessing that you like it. The raw material for this jasmine tea is planted in the garden by the villain himself. If it's not good, I dare not use it to make tea."

Yan Wenmao pulled Luo Chuchu out of the teahouse, humming softly, "You smile so sincerely at the shopkeeper of the teahouse."

Luo Chuchu was about to defend herself, when Yan Wenmao suddenly leaned over and picked her up.

Her body lightened suddenly, and she subconsciously called out.

"Don't be afraid."

Luo Chuchu held onto Yan Wenmao's clothes tightly, and looked down a little terrified. He didn't see Yan Wenmao's movements at all, and the two of them were already flying in the sky.

"Are you Superman flying so high?"

Yan Wenmao lifted Luo Chuchu up so that she could lean on his shoulders.

Luo Chuchu immediately clung to his neck firmly, for fear that she would fall.

If she wasn't afraid of attracting unnecessary attention from others, she really wanted to yell.

(End of this chapter)