The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

Chapter 985: The Long Road to Courting His Wife (1)

The Lantern Festival would bring about many marriages every year.

Every year, the Lantern Festival was an opportunity for young men and women to openly interact with each other.

The women would wear veils, and the men would wear masks, holding a red flower in their hands.

If he met a girl he liked, he would give her that flower.

Since he didn’t know who the other party was, he didn’t care if he gave it or accepted it. Just treat it as a joke and not to the extent of ruining the reputation of both parties.

At this moment, Lulu was wearing a veil, and his entire body seemed to glow as he stood in the crowd.

Anyone familiar with her would be able to guess who she was.

Zheng w.a.n. gshu’s exposed ears were red.”This is for you.” He threw the ball into Lulu’s arms and paused after saying that.

He took out a copybook from his pocket and said,”Your handwriting and your poems are still what I yearn for.” I’ve practiced for ten years, and my handwriting is finally 50 – 60% similar to yours.” After saying that, he stuffed the notebook and the copybook into Lulu’s hands and ran away with a red face.

Lulu held the flower in one hand and the book in the other. She was dumbfounded.

“He can recognize me?”

The Zhuang sisters looked at each other. They were so outstanding that even if they only revealed their eyes and figures, they would still be unable to shift their eyes away.

Lulu casually flipped open the copybook. This handwriting…

It looked familiar.

A piece of paper fell out of it.

On it was written the name of Jiang Huailu from the Barren Capital Academy.

Lulu raised his eyebrows. When she was in school, she had never done her own homework. It was all written by Jiang Jiang.

” Why is he learning my handwriting? This is the homework that Jiangjiang gave me. ” Lulu was speechless.

When she looked up, another flower was stuffed into her mouth.

One flower after another.

The little girl stood there without moving. In an instant, her arms were filled with flowers.

She was surrounded by flowers.

At this moment, Lu Huaijiang, who was sitting in the palace and arguing with the officials, was about to explode when he received the news.

“Alright, today is the Lantern Festival. The beloved ministers went back early to celebrate the festival. We’ll discuss it tomorrow.” Lu Huaijiang clapped his hands and stood up.

He directly left the ministers behind and quickly walked away.

“Damned thing, how dare you steal my cabbage.” Lu Huaijiang gritted his teeth. If he didn’t keep an eye on them, those brats would dare to covet his Lulu.

She was wearing a mask during the Lantern Festival, yet she dared to reveal her feelings to Lulu.

Lu Huaijiang had already brought the fresh flowers that she had prepared and sat in the sedan chair to look for Lulu.

When he found Lulu, he was standing by the moat. Countless small lanterns floated in the moat, and everyone on the bridge admired the floating water lanterns.

Lulu looked up.

He saw a handsome young man standing in the crowd.

The young man was wearing a fox-like white mask, and his eyes were looking at her deeply.

She was holding a bouquet of flowers in her arms.

Winter flowers were extremely precious, and the price of one grown flower was almost one gold.

The young man was carrying a large bouquet in his arms.

The two of them looked at each other. With just one glance, Lulu recognized her Jiangjiang.

Jiang Jiang had the aura of a superior. Everyone avoided her and opened a path to Lulu’s side.

He walked step by step to the girl in green wearing a veil and placed a bouquet of flowers in her arms.

Lantern Festival.

If a man gave flowers to a woman, it meant that he liked her.

Lulu smiled.

“I know. You’re testing me, right? I still remember what you said before. If someone tries to curry favor with me for no reason, sending me flowers and gifts to please me, that person must have other desires and motives. I remember everything.” After saying that, in front of Lu Huaijiang.

With a wave of his hand, the incomparably precious flowers were thrown into the moat.

Lu Huaijiang…

A sentence kept circling in his mind.

On the long road of chasing his wife, every step he took was a pit he dug himself.

No one else could be blamed.