The Destiny of Love in Ancient Times
Mask Festival Day

HYOU WOKE up when she felt that Qing Mao's aura was chaotic, shrouded in deep sadness and pain. As happened four years ago. Although he only showed an expression of a plain flat smile, but his mind and heart knew that sooner or later Qing Mao might be able to figure it out.

The man was still in his sleeping pajamas and was yawning. "You look like you had a bad dream, so I came to see it. Wake up, it's morning."

"Morning?" Qing Mao lowered her head and tried to recall the nightmare. But only vaguely. When Hyou got up and opened the curtains and windows, she narrowed her eyes.

Morning sunlight entered his room. It's true, it's morning. Time passes very quickly. Or maybe he is too focused on his dreams?

The man left the room and closed the door slowly. Qing Mao was still dazed on the bed. He touched his head slightly dizzy. Who is the girl who looks like her in the dream?

Although Qing Mao wanted to know more, hunger overcame her mind. He got up and immediately cleaned himself up before finally going to the dining room. Hyou had prepared breakfast for him.

"Today there is a mask festival held by the empire to celebrate the hunting event last spring. The streets of the capital and its surroundings must be crowded. Is the Master going?" hyou asked while providing dishes and rice for him.

"It doesn't matter either." Qing Mao did not want anything. He had important things to do besides the mask festival.

But ... What is a mask festival? Her thought.

"But Mr ... Fan Chen and Dong Mei had already gone for the interest of the mask festival. There is nothing to do today either. Sir, you're unemployed. If you're unemployed, life will be boring." Hyou chuckled and sauntered into the kitchen.

"..." - ".Qing Mao had three black lines on her head. If idling is boredom, then what is the point of you being a casual servant? Her thought.

Qing Mao simply had breakfast quietly, then returned to the room. He noticed many bright colors installed on each building and on the street. It seems that today will really be crowded. He immediately sought information about the mask festival that exists in this era.

The mask festival is very simple. People wear masks in the form of faces of certain animals or other forms. Then pass the streets, buy something or follow the game. Many also get blind dates, unexpected encounters or just simply seek entertainment.

In fact, this era is almost nearing the era of modernization. At least, the DPRK has been made as well as some simple buildings that become lodging or restaurants, there are also.

"Mao Mao!" someone shouted from the front page.

Qing Mao turned her head down and saw a rabbit-masked girl waving her hands. Princess Lailan? Her thought. The girl would definitely ask him to come to the festival.

"Let's go to the mask festival. It must be exciting there." Princess Lailan shouted again out of worry that Qing Mao did not hear him.

"It's still too early."

"I haven't had breakfast." Princess Lailan was honest.

"Eat in my house" he said.

"No, thanks for the offer. But An Daiyu offered me to eat at the auction. He has a good beef rib soup. I want to taste it. I heard the beef rib soup there can warm the body. Mao Mao, let's go with me."

Cow rib soup?

These days really know what cow sul ribs are?

As he descended and approached Princess Lailan, a cat-head-shaped mask was given to him. There are two typical cat ears, the expression painted is also cute. Actually, Princess Lailan got this mask from Gu Yihao. The man asked her to take Qing Mao to the mask festival.

Events that are always held every finished calculation of the season always attract visitors. Many children are also teenagers who come to seek pleasure. It's just that in this festival, parents rarely enjoy it.

Qing Mao rode in Princess Lailan's carriage. Then died on the lawn to a crowded street. The horse-drawn carriage drove towards a large building that was quite majestic. Upon arriving, Qing Mao knew that the two were in the courtyard of the Peach Flower Auction.

Many children and young people are passing by. They wear masks and hold snacks that look like sweets. There are also sellers of pastries and other trinkets. The traders work with passion and honesty.

Princess Lailan finally invited Qing Mao in. The servant already knew that An Daiyu was waiting for the two to come so as to direct them to the third floor. It was there that An Daiyu always rested or could be appointed as his personal space. On the second floor is also used for customers. But usually made in the form of a box (space bulkhead).

The waiter who drove him knocked on the door first. "Mr An, Princess Lailan and Miss Qing have arrived."

"Let them in." A voice from within sounded. It was just that it made Qing Mao somewhat nauseous.

Too sissy! Thought the girl.

The waiter opened the door and let the two girls come. Then close the door again carefully before finally returning to take care of his work.

Princess Lailan and Qing Mao saw An Daiyu who was now dressed in white was sitting on the chair opposite to Gu Yihao. When he saw her again, Qing Mao was a bit awkward. He did not know why, the more days he lived in this age, he had a very familiar feeling.

"Eleventh Brother is also here." Princess Lailan greeted him immediately.

"Yes." Yeah." Gu Yihao was not too enthusiastic. He glanced at Qing Mao at a glance who was now holding a cat-head-shaped topeg. "How are you, Miss Qing."

Although Qing Mao was reluctant to return the greeting, she still nodded her head. "Good."

An Daiyu who saw there was awkwardness in the air immediately asked the two to sit down. Lu asked the waiter to get the beef rib soup that Princess Lailan wanted. Although this is an auction house, but some of its regular customers can taste dishes made by the best chefs.

Immediately, the scent of soup wafted out in the air, making Qing Mao frown. It smells of refreshing soup and does not make breakfast in the morning bad. It seems like this An Daiyu is good at processing things well.

"Miss Qing, try the dishes at my auction. This will definitely make your heart become happy," An Daiyu said immediately with a teasing smile. Then he prepared a bowl of beef rib soup for Qing Mao. He didn't care even if getting a plot from Gu Yihao.

"Just by looking at you, my heart is already bad!" Qing Mao sneered.

"..." - ".What wrong? I am handsome and kind, all women love me, thought An Daiyu instantly feeling an intangible arrow piercing his heart.

Princess Lailan knew if Qing Mao disliked An Daiyu from the outside and inside so could only smile helplessly. He tried beef rib soup and immediately said "Wow" with admiration. The taste is very fresh and does not have much oil at all.

There is a slightly sour and spicy taste that fits. Not to mention the warm taste in the throat because it contains pepper.

"Mao Mao, try ... It's very tasty. You'll love it." Princess Lailan ate with gourmand.

"Is there a mushroom in it?" qing Mao asked somewhat embarrassedly.