Chapter 94: Always as happy as today
"Ji Yanqing..." Ye Jinshu looked at Ji Yanqing's stubborn eyes and for the first time showed her princess's aura in front of Ji Yanqing. "Although I allow you to call me by my name today, you are taking advantage of me now."

"Yan Qing knows."

"I know you are still like this. Is it because I am too indulgent to you and make you forget your own status?"

Ye Jinshu's words sounded quite aggressive, but Ji Yanqing knew that she was not actually angry.

He didn't stay with Ye Jinshu for a long time, but Ji Yanqing was sure that there was no one who knew Ye Jinshu better than him.

He was the only one who had discovered the princess's secret, and this was the only thing Ji Yanqing was absolutely sure of.

"Miss, you only know how to blame me, but have you ever thought that you are also at fault?"

Ye Jinshu:?

In the past, when she lectured people, no matter whether there was a reason or not, whether the reason was sufficient or not, or whether it was a fabricated reason, Ji Yanqing would just accept it and apologize according to her words.

This was the first time that Ji Yanqing said it was her fault even though she had sufficient reasons.

This made Ye Jinshu start to think for a rare time: I examine myself three times a day.

I am not wrong.

After Ye Jinshu finished thinking, she continued to stare at Ji Yanqing with pride and said, "I have done nothing wrong."

Ye Jinshu became more powerful. As long as Ji Yanqing really pointed out any fault, she would leave immediately without a doubt. She came out to play, not to be bullied, even if it was Ji Yanqing who made her angry.

But as Ye Jinshu's momentum grew, Ji Yanqing suddenly took half a step back and withdrew his hand that was handing the mask to Ye Jinshu.

He looked at Ye Jinshu and put away the carefully designed little expressions that were deliberately used to please Ye Jinshu, leaving only seriousness.

"It was the young lady who said that marrying a commoner was not bad, which made Yan Qing have improper thoughts. From now on, I will not dare to do that."

Ye Jinshu had a hunch that Ji Yanqing was not really giving up but was retreating to advance. But for some reason, even though she knew that Ji Yanqing might be pretending, she still reached out and took the mask from Ji Yanqing's hand.

All I can say is that she is a person who looks at appearance, and she has no resistance to sad handsome men.

"Ji Yanqing, you really have a good face." Ye Jinshu chirped while waving at Ji Yanqing, "Come here and bend down a little."

At this time, although there was a lit candle every few meters on the street, the light was far from enough to compete with the increasingly dark night.

Everyone was hidden in an increasingly deep haze, constantly nurturing desires that they dared not foster during the day.

Of course, for Ji Yanqing, there is no difference between day and night. His desire for Ye Jinshu is the same at any time, including now.

Ji Yanqing bent down and moved closer to Ye Jinshu, just like the man just now, waiting for Ye Jinshu to put on the mask for him.

Ye Jinshu was very warm, a different kind of warmth from his, yet very similar to him. When he got close, he could even smell his scent on Ye Jinshu.

Ye Jinshu used the spices he gave her.

"Yan Qing, you are not even half as elegant as the young lady."

"Shut up, flattery becomes annoying when it's too much."

"That's what Yan Qing really said." Ji Yanqing used words to bewitch her, but the time they spent together was exceptionally short.

At this moment, Ji Yanqing was just annoyed at how easy the mask was to put on.

"This mask is especially suitable for you, young master. Moreover, it was put on by the young lady herself, so it has a lot of meaning. It can be used as a token of love!"

The old man's voice sounded at the right time, pulling the two people out of the already somewhat ambiguous atmosphere.

"Thank you for your good words." Ye Jinshu was about to deny it, but Ji Yanqing responded first.

The old man was also very satisfied to hear this, and he gave Ji Yanqing a few more words: "I hope the two of you can understand each other's feelings as soon as possible, and not be separated by quarrels or scolding. You can rely on each other in poverty and wealth, and stay together in hardship and life and death."

The old man was particularly gentle when he said this, as if some past events had come to mind. As he spoke, Ye Jinshu actually saw the beautiful scene of a couple walking hand in hand for a lifetime.

Unfortunately, she has no chance to experience such a warm day.

It was impossible for her and Ji Yanqing to spend their lives together.

Whether it was her to Ji Yanqing or Ji Yanqing to her, they were just passers-by in each other's lives.

"Old man, so this is why you have to come here to sell masks." A clear voice came from not far away. Although it looked old, it was full of energy. Hearing this voice, the old man's gentle expression paused slightly, and his face, which had always been kind and loving, was replaced by a little shyness.

Ye Jinshu found it interesting and looked in the direction of the sound.

When the figure came closer, she realized that it was an old man with a sage-like appearance.

The reason why he is described as having the appearance of an immortal is because this old man has a unique aura of a master.

Just standing there, you seem different from others.

Of course, if it were just this, it would not be enough to arouse Ye Jinshu's interest. What he cared about was the expression of the old man in front of him after he appeared.

Could it be that.

"You two..."

The old man smiled openly and waved his hand, "The two of us have lived together for more than 30 years."

"As men, aren't we both troubled by what others say?"

"It doesn't matter if you are a man or a woman. Life is short, so you should live your life as you like."

"Okay, don't worry about young people's affairs. You said you would accompany me to release lanterns today, but you come here to set up a stall. What do you have to set up?"

"Ah, I just want to leave something for you in the future..."

"Can't you say something nice today? Do you have to make me angry?"

"Sorry, Jiang'er..."

In just a few words, the old man who looked like an elder just now has turned into a young boy, hurriedly packing up his stall and preparing to coax people.

Ji Yanqing took out a jade token from his bosom that was obviously not an ordinary item and handed it to the old man, saying, "Thank you very much. Please accept this."

The old man looked at the jade pendant and thought it was a good thing and very valuable!

"Thank you very much."

After accepting the jade token without hesitation, the old man did not slow down at all in packing up his stall. He soon disappeared with his stall.

Adjusting the mask, Ye Jinshu thought, it's time to light the lanterns.

"I've bought the mask, but where are the lanterns?"

"Over there." After saying that, Ji Yanqing called out again, "Jinshu."

Ye Jinshu hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Yeah."

"You agreed to leave with me today. Do you regret it now?"

Ye Jinshu thought about it and realized that she was actually quite happy after playing with Ji Yanqing for the entire afternoon. It was a different kind of happiness from when she went shopping with her sisters in the past.

"No regrets."

"Then do you feel happy?"

"joy."

"Jinshu, do you want to always be as happy as you are today?"

　I recommend a book by my friend, "Painting for Five Thousand Years", which tells the cultural stories of intangible cultural heritage operas. If you are interested, you can go and have a look! Here is a brief introduction:
　　There is a world of its own in a small art shop next to the theater, with ancient scrolls given a new look, having gone through five thousand years of history.

　　Ning Yuze: A rebellion embraced by the social responsibility, pressure and personal preferences of a family of opera performers.

　　Yan Yueyi: The leisurely daily life of traditional Chinese painting students, waiting for several rounds of growth in the contradiction between lying down and the affection between brush and ink.

　　"It turns out that Master didn't hold back a trick, or I just didn't work hard enough." "Where do you want me to find this missing stroke? Rivers and rivers, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but I still lack this soul."

　　"Of course I have to take my responsibilities, but do I have to rely on my family's reputation to stand on the stage forever?"

(End of this chapter)