When Jing Zhe finished putting on the black robe and looked at Liu Jinghong, he realized: It's matching outfits again!

Liu Jinghong was also very satisfied with his outfit.

"Let's go, Fifth Sister!"

Jing Zhe said that, in his mind, the sooner he went out, the sooner he could come back, and then he could... hehehe...

"Put this on."

At this moment, Liu Jinghong took out a cloak with a cape and handed it to Jing Zhe, who was instantly shocked.

Why does going out to stroll through a night market feel like an assassination mission?

However, seeing that Liu Jinghong had also put on a cloak, Jing Zhe didn't say anything and put one on as well.

After the two left the mansion, Jing Zhe finally understood Liu Jinghong's good intentions and also appreciated the benefits of the cloak.

Because the curfew has been lifted, Liangzhou City is now brightly lit and bustling with people.

However, the conditions of this era were still limited. Although it was said to be brightly lit, it was just a few lanterns. The road could be seen clearly, but other things were not very clear.

Even if the two changed clothes, their faces could still be seen clearly if they were too close.

At this moment, the advantages of the cloak became fully apparent; they moved through the pedestrians without being recognized.

Liu Jinghong naturally linked her arm with Jing Zhe's; how could she dare to do that without the cloak?

It's only polite to reciprocate; since she's carrying me, then...

So, Jing Zhe moved Liu Jinghong's hand away, letting her wrap her arms around his waist, and his arms also boldly wrapped around her waist—and then kept moving upwards.

Finally, they moved to a perfect spot and stopped. As they walked, Jing Zhe's hands began to feel more comfortable.

Beneath her cloak, Liu Jinghong bit her lip, her face growing increasingly red. Fortunately, not only could passersby not see it, but even Jing Zhe couldn't see her expression. She gave a soft "humph," not rejecting Jing Zhe's "mischievous hand," but instead leaning closer to him...

Soft jade, warm fragrance, and a beautiful woman by my side.

The wind blowing from the sky seemed warm, and the sounds around them were melodious. The two walked through the crowd, seemingly oblivious to the noisy world. They were immersed in their own world, moving slowly forward.

Everything was so harmonious and beautiful.

...

The city of Liangzhou at night is quite different from the city during the day.

During the day, the streets are also very crowded, but most of them are children and adults. There are also young men and women, but most of them are girls together or scholars in groups.

On the streets at night, many young couples walked together, and like Jing Zhe and Liu Jinghong, they all wore similar cloaks.

Those around them were used to it.

Perhaps sensing what Jing Zhe was looking at, Liu Jinghong whispered an explanation for him: "In the earliest days, on the night of Qixi Festival every year, young men and women who were in love would go out, but they were ultimately too shy to do so, and they wanted to walk together on the street. Later, these cloaks became popular..."

Jing Zhe smiled after hearing this: "So, according to Fifth Sister, we're lovers?"

"..."

Liu Jinghong remained silent, but Jing Zhe could already guess how captivating the shy yet slightly angry face beneath the cloak was.

Without saying much, he applied a little pressure, and the soft fabric between his fingers deformed slightly. A soft moan could be heard coming from under the cloak, but it quickly faded away. It was unclear whether it was from enjoyment or from deliberate suppression…

The two walked forward. Perhaps because of their unique posture at this moment, Liu Jinghong had no time to pay attention to anything else. Unlike in the morning, she did not buy anything from every shop she encountered. Instead, she walked forward quietly.

To Jing Zhe's surprise, as he followed Liu Jinghong's directions, there were fewer and fewer tourists on the road, but more and more young men and women wearing cloaks and walking in pairs.

Because they were wearing cloaks and could not be seen by others, their movements were much bolder, even more so than Jing Zhe's. In the dark corners where others could not see them, their arms passed through the narrow gaps at the bottom of their backs, and their fingers rubbed against the ground, just like the well-drilling workers. They repeated the movements, hoping to draw water with this simple and repetitive action.

Of course, their work should be relatively simple, because this kind of action is quite efficient at drilling wells and producing water.

Each couple hid in the shadows of the dimly lit street, perhaps thinking their actions were flawless and that as long as they were subtle, no one would notice.

Little did they know how naive and provocative their behavior appeared to experienced people.

Having learned from his experience, Jing Zhe knew he could replicate this method, and given Liu Jinghong's current mindset, she certainly wouldn't blame or stop him.

But he also felt that since he already owed something, he shouldn't be so casual about it.

So, everything remained in its most primitive state, with him holding Liu Jinghong's body as they walked forward.

As Jing Zhe walked further, he discovered something different.

As they traveled, fewer and fewer people were alone, while more and more young couples like Jing Zhe and Liu Jinghong were walking together. They were no longer heading towards the temple fair in the morning, but towards a place unfamiliar to Jing Zhe.

Jing Zhe followed forward, intending to ask a question, when he saw a temple ahead with candles lit everywhere. The temple gate was very large, and he could see a pine tree in the courtyard that was as thick as a man's embrace, with many red silk brocade bags hanging from it.

Many men and women were standing under the tree, throwing cloth bags up. Because the tree was quite tall and the bags were lightweight, it wasn't easy to hang them on the branches.

So whenever someone throws a brocade bag up a tree branch, it always elicits cheers from the others, while most of those who fail to throw it up let out a sigh.

"Fifth Sister, what are you doing?"

Jing Zhe asked curiously.

"This pine tree is called the Wishing Tree. It was originally planted by the monks of this temple. They say that if you throw a lucky bag onto the branch and it hangs there, the wish inside will eventually come true!"

As she spoke, Liu Jinghong pointed ahead, where a bamboo tube was placed on the stone steps in front of the temple, containing many bamboo slips.

Next to the bamboo tubes were arranged brocade lucky bags, just like those hanging on the tree branches.

The man and woman who had just entered did not, as Jing Zhe had imagined, shake a bamboo slip and read what was written on it.

Everyone walked over in unison, took out a bamboo slip, and placed an inkstone and a brush next to the bamboo tube. They dipped their brushes in ink and wrote something on it. After offering a prayer to the statue in front of the bamboo tube, they put the bamboo slip into their lucky bags.

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