Jade pot light turns, one night fish dragon dance (below)

  As Fu Heng shouted, Yunzhu also looked up at the person standing on the steps, and felt that the man was wearing a black sable hat, a dark blue long gown with a cyan jade belt, and black leather boots, which set off his tall and slender figure, his skin as white as jade, and his appearance more handsome than the Yongzheng Emperor she had seen before. His eyebrows were straight, his eyes deep and narrow, his nose high, and his lips red and teeth white... Although he lacked the mature and majestic air of a great emperor, he still looked like a elegant and refined young nobleman, except that at this moment his expression was slightly dull.

  She didn't know that her clear and transparent gaze had flashed a hint of disappointment in the man's heart, but what followed was an intense desire to possess her.

  "She had seen the Fourth Prince. She slightly bowed her head, avoiding that scorching gaze. Having met the other half destined for her in history, she surprisingly didn't feel a shred of excitement in her heart; she was long past the age where she'd be excited by appearances."

  Hongli had not yet spoken when another surprised voice sounded from beside him: "Fuca's daughter?!"

  Hong Jin brought two guards with a surprised face, unexpectedly really met the ideal beauty, it was too fate! He stared at Yunzhu standing next to the ice fish lamp, under the eaves of the magnificent building with bright lights, hanging all kinds of seafood lamps, including shrimp, fish, crab... and carousel lanterns, which became her background. She is that sea pearl, that dragon girl in the crystal palace, so beautiful.

  How come another one?! Fu Heng, who was once again ignored, put down the little Mingying in his arms and showed off his white teeth to Hong Chen: "Hong Chen? What a coincidence, you're also out to admire the lanterns?"

  After all, Yunzhu smiled and nodded at him, wondering in her heart what to call him.

  "Ah, yes, I didn't expect to run into Chunhe." While he managed to get a faint smile from her, Hong Zhen couldn't control the heat rising to his cheeks. He looked at Fu Heng with embarrassment, scolding himself for only noticing Fucha's daughter despite standing together.

  Hong Li knew as soon as he saw him that his younger cousin had taken a liking to Yunzhu, and an unpleasant feeling arose in his heart. His feet moved involuntarily down the steps, "Hong Zhen Chunhe, I didn't expect we'd meet here, why don't we go up together and have a bowl of yuanxiao?"

  Fu Heng and Yunzhu exchanged a glance, just about to refuse, when Xiaoming had already pulled his hand and exclaimed excitedly: "Want to eat, want to eat yuanxiao."

  You little glutton! Fu Heng gave him a stern look, thinking only of taking his sister back to the manor. It was too dangerous outside and Fourth Brother's wolfish eyes were fixed on his own sister with interest. And now even Hong Yin was butting in - he was younger than his sister by one year, wasn't he? Next year his sister would be participating in the imperial selection of consorts, if anything untoward happened while under his care... wouldn't his mother and eight elder brothers beat him to death?!

  Hong Yun was a sharp and clever person, but he couldn't see Fu Heng's unease. He suppressed the bitter and sweet feelings in his heart and replied: "Then let's try it out. I heard that the owner of Wanghai Tower specially invited someone from the Ma family to make yuanxiao." Ah, Mother also said she didn't have much hope... But he couldn't help but glance at Hong Li, who was smiling warmly like jade, even though he didn't want to give in to him. He couldn't control his own eager hopes, and being able to see her for another moment, hear another word from her, was also good.

  During the Kangxi period of the Qing dynasty, the "Eight Treasures Yuanxiao" specially made by the imperial kitchen was a famous delicacy. Ma Siyuan was an expert in making yuanxiao in Beijing at that time. His glutinous rice balls were renowned far and wide. Fu Zeng's poem "Upper Yuan Bamboo Branch Word" says: "Cassia flower fragrant filling walnut, Jiangmi like pearl well water washed. Heard that Ma family's dripping powder is good, try to sell yuanxiao in the wind of the Lantern Festival". The poem praises the famous Ma family yuanxiao.

  Fu Heng looked at Yunzhu, who smiled and touched the bright little head wearing a warm hat. "We've walked for a long time, let's have a bowl." The famous Ma family's Yuanxiao, she also wanted to try some.

  "Come this way." Hongli had already signaled Wu Shu to go upstairs, "Fortunately, I booked a spot early on, right by the window, where we can see the bustling streets and the magnificent view of the lights."

  This group of people, handsome men and beautiful women, with outstanding temperament, although their clothes are not particularly bright, but one can tell that the material is rare, plus the guards around them... So, although many young masters and servants have their eyes on them, they don't dare to approach, in this line of work, you need to have a good eye for people.

  The shopkeeper personally came to greet them, showing great enthusiasm. Before long, Yunzhu figured it out that this Wanghai Building was probably owned by some relative of the royal family or else it was one of the properties under the name of this Fourth Prince, otherwise the shopkeeper wouldn't be so respectful and attentive.

  Soon, the steaming Yuanxiao was brought up. Hongli was very considerate of others, waved his hand and gestured for Wu Shu to take the guards downstairs to eat separately.

  Ma's family yuanxiao is made with good Jiangmi noodles and fillings, the types of fillings are extremely diverse, still have rose, osmanthus, sesame, bean paste, walnut kernel, fruit kernel, jujube paste, etc. can be chosen, just fine-tuned a bit more, also have fried in oil water and then wrapped in glutinous rice flour... so-called eight treasures, just add eight treasure beans, silver ears, yam balls, bird's nest, etc. to the yuanxiao soup, can be meat or vegetarian, quite refreshing.

  Xiao Mingliang ate a small bowl and wanted to eat more, but Yunzhu stopped him: "Yuanxiao is made of glutinous rice, it's not good to eat too much, it's not easy to digest."

  "That aunt is making tangyuan for me to eat tomorrow." This famous tangyuan doesn't taste much better than the one my aunt made, and Mingliang's little friends have also had tangyuan these past few days, so they naturally have a basis for comparison.

  Is she too well-educated? But the original Chunhe wasn't so difficult to deal with, was he? He's only three years old, Yunzhu decided that when she has time, she must get rid of this habit of his, being clever is good but how can it be shown off all the time and cause trouble for people.

  Hongli and Hongzhen had already learned from their previous conversation that he was Fu Guangqing's son and Li Rongbao's eldest grandson. Upon hearing this, they smiled and asked: "Oh, is the yuanxiao made by Auntie even more delicious than the ones made here?"

  Xiao Ming thought for a moment: "I've had food made by the imperial family before, but I've never had food made by my aunt... But my aunt's cooking must be delicious!"

  Cloud pearl black line!

  Fu Heng is also blacklisted!

  Hongli and Hongzhen were extremely jealous, they also wanted to eat her yuanxiao...

  After finishing the Lantern Festival, they chatted for a while, mostly about poems and customs related to the Lantern Festival. As everyone was about to leave, Hongli suggested: "Do you want to go to Xiuyun Temple (Xiuyun Temple is named by Kangxi's imperial decree, but it is still commonly known as Tanzi Temple) to take a look? I heard there are fire dancing, fireballs, fire rain, and 'fire dragon' and 'fire lion' performances."

  Bright and clear, some sleepy eyes lit up.

  Is it fulfilling to deceive a child? Fu Heng secretly despised Hong Li, saying: "It's late, time to go back, the family is worried, and Ming Liang should also sleep."

  It was indeed late, and Hong Li couldn't find a reason to refute, so he could only watch as Yunzhu bowed slightly towards them and left.

  She didn't speak much that evening, but every word was meaningful, her words were like pearls, leaving a lasting impression. Her movements were elegant and refined, without any pretence... truly beautiful inside and out.

  The heartthrob beauty left, and Hong Zhen didn't have the heart to continue with Hong Li, so he also bid farewell and left.

  Hongli hummed softly, thinking sweetly in his heart that the Emperor had a very good impression of Li Rongbao (otherwise he wouldn't have given such thick gifts on New Year's), and also reused Ma Qi, the new generation of the Fuca tribe also has great potential... it's likely that she will become the Di Fujun.

  He knew in his heart that for his own sake, the emperor would not give Hong Yu a legitimate wife from a prominent Manchu clan.

  But if Yunzhu is not for himself, then it can only be for the imperial clan. Hongzhun? His age has determined that he has no chance with Yunzhu, and the emperor will not give the eldest daughter of the powerful Fuca family in the military to his thirteenth uncle as a daughter-in-law... After thinking about it, Hongli found that there were many brothers who would be appointed as the eldest Fu Jin next year, and suddenly became depressed. With Yunzhu's identity, she can only become the eldest Fu Jin...

  This way, there are too many options for Yunzhu to choose from, and he himself is in a difficult position to speak out, lest he arouse the emperor's suspicion.

  "Master?" Wu Shu came calling out softly.

  "Alright, let's go."

  The east wind blows at night, and a thousand trees bloom, the stars fall like rain. The precious horse and carved carriage are filled with fragrance on the road. The sound of the flute is moving, the jade pot is rotating, and the fish and dragon dance for one night. The moth-like snow and willow are golden threads, the laughter and words are full of hidden fragrance. Searching for him in the crowd for a thousand times, suddenly turning back, that person is right at the place where the lamp light is dim.

  That's really well said.