The lotus flowers, piled on the head of the wooden boat, reflect the blue leaves, and the woman in the apricot white dress is like a simple and elegant apricot blossom on the branch in the spring of March. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The boat rippled on the blue waves, hitting the lotus leaves and rubbing the lotus leaves, and slowly sailed out of the dense and crowded luxuriant summer day.

The woman sitting with her head hung down around the lotus flowers piled up on the boat was like a lotus seed embedded in everyone's eyes, quiet and slim.

She raised her hand shyly and threw the fresh lotus flowers that had been folded one by one, and the new flowers that were about to bloom were wrapped in fragrance and flew towards the stunned immortals.

The fairy friend who was given flowers couldn't dodge for a while, and was smashed by the flying fragrant flowers.

The shy pink white rubbed his cheek bones and fell from his chest, and when he reacted, he picked up the flower that fell in his arms, but found that the soft touch on his face had not disappeared, and he looked down and sniffed it was already full of dark fragrance.

On the blue lake, the woman sitting at the head of the boat continued to throw the lamp in her hand.

Finally, the boat floated all the way to the main seat, next to the man in the dark clothes with the silver mask.

The largest, most plump, and most beautiful lotus flower flew out diagonally.

The man in the dark robe with the silver mask continued to drink quietly, as if he hadn't even given the flower a look.

All the immortals came back to their senses and focused their eyes on the pink lotus flower that flew towards the man in the main seat.

I don't know, what would the always cold god look like if he was hit by this lotus?

Who knows, all this development is not as expected by the immortals. The pink and white light flew straight to the desk of the man in the silver mask and disappeared.

At the same time, the illusion receded.

The immortals are still feasting and drinking in the camellia bushes of the bright green yarn Manman.

"Good!"

I don't know if it was the fairy friend who reacted first, and was the first to cheer, and the immortals who attracted it echoed a compliment, and suddenly, the atmosphere of the banquet reached a climax.

I was so troubled by this noise that I watched this song and dance, and took advantage of the fact that the immortals were entangled in this fresh and refined song and dance, and I secretly withdrew.

stumbled all the way, and finally found a cool mountain rock, and pasted his hot body on it.

After a while, he fell asleep.

The man in the dark clothes and the silver face, looking at the woman sleeping soundly on the rocks outside the flowers, finally helplessly picked up the petals that had fallen off his clothes, bent down and gently picked them up.

At this moment, the fireworks bloomed, and the ink-like night sky exploded one after another brilliant silver flowers, and in an instant, the ink-colored sky silver light flew, as if countless meteors had fallen.

In an instant, the night sky was back to its original darkness.

Luo Rouge walked out of the invisible streamer tree, looking thoughtfully at the falling remnants of the mountain rocks.

If she is not mistaken, the face that is short-lived under the fireworks, is the long-disappeared Wind King Ji...... However, the clothes that went to the banquet were obviously worn by the mother-in-law at the banquet......

The fireworks were clearly extinguished, and half of the beautiful face of the falling rouge reflected half of the light of the fireworks, but half was buried in the shadows, and the expression was inexplicable.

On the second day of the Buddha's birthday, the crown prince Xihuang and the concubine Nuluo came.

Ten flaming golden crows led the golden chariot and pulled the red clouds and brocade on the sky.

The red flame car was followed by a group of immortal generals, and they went straight to the capital.

The capital is the core of the underworld, and the ten halls of the general leader are the power center of the underworld. On weekdays, if there are any major orders, they are divided from here.

On the second day of the Buddha's birthday, the place where the fireworks night banquet was held was in the most famous royal palace in the capital - the Burning Heaven Palace.

The Burning Heaven Palace is close to the sea of death, and the night scene is like a dream. The purple sea holds the fiery red Manzhu Sawa that stretches to the sky, and at the end of the sea of flowers is the Burning Heaven Palace.

Looking down from the top of the highest hall in the palace, a piece of fire burned straight to the highest palace tower, like a flame all the way to the sky.

This is where the name of the Burning Sky comes from.

The second day of the Buddha's birthday is often the grandest day of the fireworks dinner.

On this day, the banquet was held from the mountain of the Burning Heaven Palace to the shore of the sea.

When the feast was in full swing, the fireworks exploded from outside the Burning Heaven Palace. For a time, all the immortals who participated in the banquet could catch a glimpse of the grand scene.

It is rumored that if an immortal can walk from the seaside of the Burning Heaven Palace to the highest hall of the Burning Heaven Palace, he will be able to see a peerless beauty that is difficult to see in his lifetime.

The person who walked to the highest hall said that there was no roof on the ninth floor of the main hall in the Burning Heaven Palace, and the vast night sky hung straight overhead.

When the fireworks are set off, thousands of silver fireworks fly over their heads like meteors. It was as if as long as you stretched out your hand, you could touch the fleeting silver light.

Being in the middle of it, the beauty of the fireworks that exploded and disappeared was simply thrilling.

Surrounded by the silver light, as if jumping out of a heavy shell, you are no longer you, like a speck of dust in the vast starry sky watching the stars die.

The scenery is so magnificent that it reminds people of destruction, death, and the funeral of the starry sky.

But this kind of spectacle is not common. It has been tens of thousands of years since the last time the nine-story hall was opened.

For tens of thousands of years, the legend of the most beautiful fireworks has spread all over the wilderness.

But those who were really lucky enough to witness it shook their heads and said that they had nothing to say, that they were not all in words, but that the feelings were too difficult to describe in words.

So, the immortal who loved to collect anecdotes looked for the old immortal he had seen to pry a little east and west, and weaved a fascinating dream with the slightly spit out tooth wisdom.

This dream not only drunk himself, but also drunk future generations.

I looked at the nine-story hall one floor apart, and listened to the gossip of a few immortal friends not far away.

The light of the night pearl is reflected through the light gauze palace lamp, which is slightly cloudy.

Although no one went up to the nine-story hall, a palace lamp of the same system was hung. It's just that the appearance of the palace lamp is bigger.

Rao is like this, the nine-story hall is still much more lonely and bleak compared to the rest of the Burning Heaven Palace.

The place where the beauty of the prosperous era is said is now only a thin shadow of light, leaving it to the mourning and speculation of those who come after.

"Judge Cheng, did you go to the banquet yesterday? I heard that the three lanes of the lotus flower are unique, but I only played two lanes, I don't know if today, will there be the last one, so that I can wait for the little fairy who has no chance to feast my eyes on the banquet?"

"I didn't get a post either, so I didn't have the opportunity to see it in person. However, you can see the shadow picking snails sold by Zhong Baoge, I heard it yesterday, and I went to buy one today, and it was really wonderful. ”

"Oh? ”

"Naturally. ”

“…… It's really ingenious. ”

There are not a few immortal friends who are looking forward to discussing the three lanes of the lotus flower, and the voice will inevitably reach the table in front of them.

"Granny Meng, I heard that there was a lotus flower three lanes at yesterday's night banquet, I wonder if the prince and the concubine are lucky enough to see it today?"

Tianfei Nuluo slowly stroked her bulging belly and asked me gracefully.