I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 471 Tanghulu_1

Chapter 471: Chapter 471 Tanghulu_1

"Wu Qiuyue?"

Frowning, your mother couldn’t help but mutter contemplatively, "If I’m not mistaken, she should be a reserved person of the Wu Family Clan, having protected the Wu Family Clan for years, serving as their ancestor. At the same time, she is the Empress’s personal maid and the most trusted person by the Empress; moreover, she is also the leader of the Shadow Guard, commanding a terrifyingly powerful team."

Nodding, you said to her, "Yes, that’s the woman!"

"If it is her, this matter becomes quite complicated, not to mention that approaching her is an extremely dangerous thing to do. Even if you do approach her, she might not reveal the truth."

Seeing your mother furrow her brow, and feeling somewhat hopeful now that you had found a breakthrough, you immediately said with a quiet laugh, "It’s okay, having some clues is better than being completely in the dark."

As you spoke, you took another look at Zhao’er in your arms, your face naturally revealing a tender smile, "I will never let Zhao’er leave me again, this time I will surely grasp my own happiness in my hands!"

"That’s my son, Xiao Ying!" Your mother patted your shoulder hard, "Zhao’er’s condition is still not bad, and her nature seems to be more comprehensive as she encounters more things. You should take her out more often, don’t just keep her confined at home, making her like a caged canary."

You nodded, gingerly picked up Zhao’er, and headed for your room.

As you were about to enter your room, your mother’s words nearly made you trip, "I’ve put three boxes of Okamoto on the bedside table on your right side, remember to use them."

You turned around, giving her a speechless look, "Mom, Zhao’er and I are innocent, our relationship is pure."

"Yes, yes, I know, Er Ya told me, the three of you are only dating now, not marrying, but young men and women always have their impulses, it’s better to be safe than sorry."

Knowing your mother’s sharp tongue, you didn’t say any more, after all, only the three of you knew the real situation.

"Little Girl, are you sleepy?"

Little Qinniang brought a bowl of noodles to your mother. She wrapped her still slender body in her arms, hugging her closely, and stroked her hair tenderly.

"Mama, I’m not sleepy."

"Silly girl, your eyelids are drooping, and you still say you’re not sleepy." Your mother gently patted her back, smiling, "Come on, mama will sing you a song to put Nan Nan to sleep."

Before long, a warm, soft song wafted through the living room. The song was like a gentle ribbon, wrapping around your heart, making you feel warmly embraced on this cold night—

"Those chuckles, they remind me, of my little flowers;

In every corner of my life, quietly blooming for me, I used to think they would stay beside me forever, until the gentle breeze scattered them, drifting to the ends of the earth;

Have they all aged?

Where are they now?

Luckily for me, I have you all for company..."

During the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth of the first lunar month, the cultural festival is held annually.

The tradition of strolling through the lantern markets in Yuhang during the Lantern Festival has a long history. In recent years, as the living standards of the Huaxia people have improved, people have come to place greater emphasis on ancient Huaxia culture.

Culture represents the spirit of a nation, a sentiment that has accumulated over millennia, and it is also a source of anticipation and desire for a better life in the hearts of the people.

It was past six o’clock, and the sky had turned completely dark. The weather today was poor, with fluff-like drizzles floating in the sky, coinciding with a cold wave that made the outside even colder and gloomier.

However, no amount of cold could suppress the festive mood of the people, and the lantern market was already bustling with crowds, in a state of utter commotion.

Because it was raining and you didn’t want too much attention on Zhao’er’s face, you put a hat on Zhao’er before going out. The brim was tipped down slightly to cover a third of her face, which under the lights only revealed her vermilion lips and a chin with perfect curvature.

Little Qinniang went with your mother to Chenghuang Temple. There were also activities there tonight, and at the same time, she wanted to introduce Little Qinniang to friends, letting everyone know she now had a well-behaved, sensible, and clever daughter.

Although the time spent together wasn’t long, your mother truly treated Little Qinniang as her own biological daughter. Through some connections, Little Qinniang’s household registration had been settled at your home, making her a genuine member of your family.

The streets on both sides of the Grand Canal were already adorned with big red lanterns, and the sky above the streets was decorated with many colorful festive lights; the multicolored lights reflected in the surging crowd instantly made the world’s colors vivid and magnificent.

Holding Zhao’er’s tender yet still ice-cold little hand, the two of you followed the crowd, casually observing the festive scene.

"Daddy, I want tanghulu!"

Hearing this, you looked ahead and saw, not far from a lamppost, stood a middle-aged Han man selling tanghulu, and those buying tanghulu included not just children but also some young men and women.

Under the light of the lamps, the tanghulu glistened softly, revealing the ice crystal-like sugar coating, and appeared exceptionally radiant in red.

Zhao’er also naturally got attracted and turned to say to you, "Yun, Tanghulu."

You were amused by Zhao’er’s words, and just then, a drop of water from the eaves fell, caught by your eye; you reached out and wiped away the droplet with the back of your hand and smiled at Zhao’er, saying, "That’s called tanghulu, sugar."

"Sugar."

"Hulu (gourd)."

"Hulu (gourd)."

"Tanghulu."

"Tanghulu."

"Ah, that’s right." You took Zhao’er’s hand and walked towards the tanghulu seller, "Boss, give us two skewers of tanghulu."

"Alright."

You received the tanghulu handed over by the man and also passed him a hundred yuan note, then handed the tanghulu to Zhao’er, smiling as you said, "There are hawthorns inside, they are very sour, and they have seeds, don’t eat it all at once, okay?"

Zhao’er nodded and, imitating the children nearby, stuck out her nimble apricot tongue and gently licked the crystal-clear sugary coating, shimmering with rain.

"Hey, handsome guy, do you have change? I can’t provide the exact change all at once."

"Change, huh? Wait a second, let me check."

You took the hundred yuan note handed back by the man, rummaged through your wallet for a moment, and then gave him a twenty yuan note.

Once the man gave back the change, you turned to Zhao’er and said, "Zhao’er, let’s go look for Er Ya and the others, they should be... Zhao’er?"

At this moment, Zhao’er was nowhere to be found in your field of vision!

Zhao’er had disappeared!

In that instant, you panicked, just like a child who had lost their parents, helpless and frantically searching for that familiar figure in the crowd.

But there were simply too many people out and about for the lantern festival, and there was no trace to follow.

You were genuinely in a state of panic at this point.

If you still had a shred of sense left, you wouldn’t have been so distraught looking for her and would have used the Sen Luo Eye instead.

"Woof!"