In the cold courtyard, Yan Ruolin is still standing in the courtyard.

"princess, don't wait..." Peach picked up a cloak to Yan Ruolin, the wind in early autumn has been a little cold.

"peach, what day is it today? Why is it so busy outside?" Just now she seemed to hear the sound of gongs and drums, and the laughter of the crowd.

"I don't know, but it's the eighth day of the lunar new year." Peach and Yan Ruolin are locked in the cold yard. She doesn't know what's going on outside.

"the eighth day of the lunar new year......" Yan Ruo felt pity and murmured, suddenly turned around...