"Qing'er, if you are the Ice Lamp, what does Qing'er want to carve it?"

"Qing'er, what do you think of us in the carving of ice lamps?"

"Qing'er, don't leave, Qing'er... Qing'er..."

On the shore of Luohu Lake, Lin Xun stretched out Erkang's hand, but Jiang Qingshang finally headed to the direction of Jiang Nongqin and Sikong Wangxing.

Lin Xun, who was left alone, was very lonely holding the ice lamp in his hand.

As expected, even my explanation of "The Qingyu Case" is flawless.

But Qing'er was still angry.

However, this is much better than what Lin Xun expected.

At least Qing'er didn't want to bury herself under the stone for the time being, nor was she so angry that she wanted to go back to her parents' home.

In other words, I still have room for maneuver, so I just need to perform well next.

"Qing'er, I suddenly had inspiration. How about we carve two Pleasant Goats?"

Lin Xun caught up with him again, looking a bit like a dog licking.

But seeking but not getting what you want and blindly giving is called licking dogs.

Is this called licking your own wife?

No! This is called loving wife!

In front of Wangxing and others, as his wife, Jiang Qingshang naturally would not lose face of his husband. She just stepped on Lin Xun's instep and twisted his little hand hard on Lin Xun's waist.

Lin Xun also showed thick skin at this time, and took the opportunity to hug his wife's tender and smooth waist.

After struggling slightly in Lin Xun's arms, Jiang Qingshang pouted her mouth and looked at Lin Xun, and let him hug her.

Anyway, I will go back and close the door before cleaning him up.

After the previous episode, Wangxing, who gradually calmed down, finally felt something was wrong with Lin Xun's previous explanation of the "Qingyu Case".

Brother Lin was born into the Demon Sect and was still a monk. How could he think about becoming an official in the court? This is not right.

If it is worshipped in Qian Kingdom, that is another matter.

But the Qian Kingdom worships also do not accept men...

Sikong Wangxing secretly glanced at Lin Xun who was making ice lanterns with Qing'er's sister.

Wangxing really wants to ask.

Go and ask the meaning of the last sentence of that poem.

However, Wangxing didn't dare to ask.

Wangxing is very afraid, and he is very afraid that if he asks himself, Brother Lin will tell him the answer he doesn't want.

Maybe, that's all right.

You don’t need results, even if you deceive yourself, that’s fine.

At least, I can keep Brother Lin in my heart.

As time passed, I don’t know who the first ice lamp was put on.

Immediately afterwards, ice lamps gradually floated into the sky.

The black night is decorated with blue ice lamps. As more and more ice lamps are over, it looks like the stars falling in the night sky.

Looking at the ice lamp that I released.

A lady from a noble family clasped her hands together and was praying for something.

They should want a sweet relationship, a husband who can take care of themselves for the rest of their lives.

A scholar bowed and gave him a lantern, probably because he wished that he would go to high school next year.

If a couple lets go together and makes a wish together, it should be a wish to be together for a hundred years and grow old together.

There was also a child who was a big boy who was holding his fists, frowned, and kept muttering.

Judging from the lip words, I should hope to do less homework, get off school earlier and have longer holidays.

At the same time, except for Luohu Lake, there are ice lamps released on all streets of Luocheng, all of which are large and small.

The entire Luo City is shrouded in the dark blue ice and beautiful lights.

And in Dongma Street, in a small yard, a girl is still sitting in the stone bench in the courtyard.

He raised his head and the girl's pair of cat-tail peach blossom eyes blinked at the ten thousand ice lamps that had risen into the sky.

And in the girl's arms, the carved winter lamp has not been lit.

Because the girl was waiting for him to light it.

......

Under the beautiful wishes, festive festivals, and beautiful environments, Lin Xun quickly took advantage of the good atmosphere and continued to linger around Qing'er.

At this time, Qing'er was holding a carving knife in her hands and carving an ice lamp seriously. Qing'er's carving skills were very good.

Lin Xun could see at a glance that a scholar and a woman were holding a little boy, a little girl, and a little tail behind the little girl's butt.

The girl with a small tail is naturally Yaya, and the other little boy and little girl must have been born to her and Qing'er in the future.

Looking at this painting, Lin Xun felt warm in his heart. He gently hugged Qing'er from behind and kissed her earlobe: "Qing'er originally wanted to have a boy and a girl?"

The girl with a slightly red cheek gently pushed the big pig's jaw: "Can't it work?"

"Of course not." Lin Xun was very serious, "How is it enough to have only one boy and one girl? I want to have a football team!"

Although Jiang Qingshang didn't know what football was talking about in her husband, there must be quite a lot of it.

"I think beautifully."

After biting Lin Xun's neck, Jiang Qingshang took the ice lamp to find officials in Luocheng to light it. After all, the ice lamp requires spiritual power to ignite it.

Looking at Qing'er's shy back running away, Lin Xun felt that Qing'er should have been much more angry with her.

Lin Xun, in a happy mood, went to see Yaya. Yaya was about to be completed at this time, but Lin Xun couldn't see what Yaya was painting.

"What is Yaya drawing?"

Lin Xun rubbed Yaya's head and looked at the stickman on the ice lamp.

"This is Brother Lin, this is Sister Qing'er, this is Yaya, this is Sister, and Sister Nongqin... Sister Wangxing..."

Looking at the stickman with no difference and listening to Yaya's explanation, Lin Xun realized that Yaya had painted everyone.

Lin Xun rubbed Yaya's head in a doting way, not asking why so many people were together.

What strange mind can Yaya have?

I definitely want everyone to play together forever.

Just as Lin Xun left, Yaya held the small carving knife and carved a few more "1s". In fact, this is a candle.

Just when Yaya wanted to name the painting, Yaya frowned slightly, her big eyes blinked.

How do you write the word "官" in "官网"?

Lin Xun continued to parade, and Zhu Ling carved an abstract girl on the ice lantern. The girl put her hips on her hips, as if she was smiling to the sky.

Then the abstract girl stepped on an abstract person, and the person pointed it out with an arrow, and the three words "big bad guy" were written behind the arrow.

Zhu Ling became more and more vigorous as she carved, and she didn't notice that Lin Xun came behind him at all.

Lin Xun's brow twitched slightly and gave her a chestnut.

The zither carved a woman playing the zither. In front of the woman, a man was sitting cross-legged on the ground, listening to a song.

Wangxing carved a landscape painting, which was very exquisite, just like a master's work.

After Lin Xun left, the star looked at the slightly red cheeks, and gently tapped two little figures swimming hand in hand by the mountains and rivers.

After the carving was completed, the ice lamps were lit one after another.

Lin Xun and Jiang Qingshang first released the ice lamp together.

According to the legend of the Luocheng Ice and Snow Festival, as long as the ice lamp released with the sweetheart can rise for a hundred meters, it will grow old together.

Actually, Lin Xun feels that this legend is quite nonsense.

If you are a monk, I won’t say it, but most of them are ordinary people.

Now, just a Luohu Lake, hundreds of ice lamps have emerged into the sky, and they still have to fly a hundred meters high?

Can an ordinary person watch his ice lamp fly to a height of 100 meters without blurring?

However, Lin Xun looked at his wife beside him staring at the ice lamp flying higher and higher, fearing that it would fall off.

Lin Xun felt that this legend seemed quite beautiful.

Lin Xun held his wife's tender little hand: "Don't worry, even if the ice lamp has not flown to a hundred meters, we will grow old together."

Jiang Qingshang just pouted and gently stepped on his husband.

But before I knew it, Jiang Qingshang's little head was already leaning against Lin Xun's shoulder, looking at the ice lamp that belonged to him and his husband.
To be continued...