There is one of the most lively things in the first month, which is more anticipated than the New Year's Festival, which is the Shangyuan Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

In the area of Mahang Street, Panlou Street, Songmen Gate and the south of the State Bridge in Tokyo, many shops have long begun to tie up color sheds and hang lantern flags, and those shops selling pearls, head jewelry, and flower collars have long opened their doors to welcome customers.

At other times, Tokyo is bustling, but it is far less than Tokyo in New Year's Day.

But this kind of jubilation is still not as intoxicating as the night of the Shangyuan Festival.

Every year, Shangyuan, Xiangwu Caishan, beautiful men and beautiful clothes, every lamp, everywhere brocade tents, bright flower markets, dazzling golden lotus, such as flowing water cars and horses like swimming dragons, each of them shows people's unbridled carnival from midnight to dawn.

From the fifteenth to the twentieth day of the first lunar month, the fireworks in Tokyo are often scorching in the cold of early spring.

Every little lady in the city is looking forward to Shangyuan, for them, this day is different from all other days of the year, this night, all presumptuous can not be called presumptuous.

The young gentlemen have long been eager to try, maybe this night, they are lucky enough to meet a beautiful little lady for a while, and it is also possible to realize the goddess who has been haunted by their dreams since then in this life.

Every year on the night of these days, as long as you walk around the street, there are young men and women holding hands and shoulder to shoulder, not to mention hundreds of pairs.

In the past few days, all the etiquette and shackles can be put aside, and no one will come to reprimand you for not knowing the rules and not abiding by women's morals.

Therefore, Fu Raohua, the second lady of Fu in previous years, her favorite is the Shangyuan Festival, she will prepare the clothes to be worn during this day from the wax moon, and the jewelry to be worn must be glamorous and eye-catching.

So when Fu Nianjun quietly seemed to have forgotten about this this year, Fangzhu and Yilan had to remind her in her ears again and again.

Fu Nianjun's brows were deeply locked, she had just sent away the big cow and the big tiger, she had a lot of things on her mind these days, and she was really not very interested in the night of the Shangyuan Festival.

But to go is still to go.

Because this is her best chance to meet that Wei family.

The strange woman who made many men willing to bend their waists for her, and even lost their career prospects.

Fu Nianjun was thinking about how to grope around the Wei family without a trace today, but Fangzhu came to make trouble again.

It's not the first time that she has held a huge jade plum made of silk and wants to wear it on Fu Nianjun's head, Fu Nianjun really feels unbearable, although she knows that this is also the custom of Shangyuan, even the official family and the mother will reward the palace flower to the close ministers and chamberlains to wear, and the people's men, women and children have also worn all kinds of beautiful and new patterns on their heads.

But no matter what, she couldn't like this ostentatious headdress.

She pulled Fangzhu's hand down and said helplessly: "Toss what?" There are no flower pots on my head, one flower in the east and one in the west, and even the garden is not as lively as my head. ”

Fangzhu said that she was very surprised, looked at the big red and bright flowers in her hand, and said, "It's very beautiful." ”

Fu Nianjun didn't bother to bother with her about this taste, so he picked a moth bee made of silk and put it on his head, the trembling tentacles were lifelike, playful and cute, and he didn't decorate his head, which was all suitable for the occasion.

"Lady," Fang Zhu's face wrinkled into a bun, "You're almost fifteen......"

It's not the ten-year-old lady, who still wears a moth bee.

Fu Nianjun coughed, "It's because I'm getting older and older that I want to lean on the tender little girl." ”

Although Fu Nianjun's appearance is even more charming and lovely than many sixteen or seventeen-year-old ladies.

The two girls chattered around Fu Nianjun, this is not good for a while, and that is inappropriate for a while, as if she is sorry for her Fu Nianjun's name if she is not a blockbuster on the Shangyuan Festival.

So they were pestered until the night.

"Alright, you guys." Fu Nianjun finally raised his eyebrows, "Don't play too much, I still have something to do tonight, do you understand?" ”

The two girls nodded again and again, their eyes were shining, they were not old after all, and they were looking forward to the annual Shangyuan Festival.

In the Shangyuan Festival, the royal family also pays attention to enjoying with the people, under the city wall of Xuande Gate, various tents have already been set up, the left que is the prince's clan, the right que is the important ministers of the court, the emperor sits in the city tower with his wife and children, and you can see the lamp mountain on the Xuandemen Square from a distance, and the city is a sea of lights.

There is nothing more satisfying for him than this scene of singing and dancing and enjoying with the people.

Therefore, when Fu Nianjun went out, Fu Kun had already gone to accompany him, and none of the other ladies of the Fu family was willing to walk with her, Lu was an exception, someone once said that the Shangyuan Festival "is that everyone has to go to see the lights", but Lu laughed at himself:

"I'm willing to be the one who isn't human."

Fu Nianjun was also happy to relax, so as not to do anything to tie his hands.

Tonight's city is like the stars in the sky turning to the earth, turning into a thousand lights. Riding lights, ball lights, sun and moon lights, mirror lights, horse riding lights......

There are all kinds of variety, and the streets are full of bright lights, and people can't open their eyes.

Fangzhu and Yilan could only sigh in Fu Nianjun's ear, and they couldn't care about anything else at all.

Tonight there are no horses to ride in the city, and most people have to choose to walk.

Xuandemen Square and Daxiangguo Temple are the center of the Lantern Festival, and the gate of the guards, which used to be somewhat solemn in Xuandemen Square, is also particularly approachable under the light today.

Fu Nianjun looked at the scene in this square and couldn't help but feel shocked again.

The big mountain shed on the square is lit up with lights, in addition to the lights of various fairy figures, there are also two giant dragons, there are tens of thousands of candles hidden in the dragon body, illuminating the happy look on the faces of countless bustling people nearby, and the center of this big lamp mountain is paved with a five-color glazed pavilion, there is a mechanism in it, there are active paper characters in and out, and the wall is painted with legends and stories of various colors, and the dragon and phoenix next to it are water, meandering like life.

In addition, there are officials playing new music on the lamp mountain, and the wood in front of the mountain is the wall, the public can climb the wall and go around, step on it, this situation and this scene, really feel like the sky in the cold palace......

In addition to the breathtaking mountain of lights, countless colorful lights on the side of the square reflect each other, and a long pole is set up next to it, and the poles are all papier-mâché characters of a hundred operas, so that the citizens in the square feel that they are surrounded by gods and goddesses in the heavenly palace. Around them, hundreds of opera performances in the music shed did not stop, and the sound of laughter and cheers permeated the sky.