The little maid Deyue obviously regained her calm quickly under Qingwen's soft comfort, but after all, she was only a seven or eight-year-old baby, and in front of everyone, she was very ashamed of her surprise just now.

The people sitting on the ground just took this opportunity to take a break, they wiped the sweat that was anxious because of the nervousness just now with the warm handkerchiefs handed over by the little promisers, and then drank the good rock tea handed over by the mouthful, moistening the throat that had just been coaxed...... After this break, the crowd began to gossip.

"To say," a talkative scholar said to the people around him, "this drum is coming from the Hu people in the Western Regions." In the rules of the game, there are still some living habits of the Hu people. For example, I heard that in the last stage of drumming and passing flowers, the drummer is to ride upside down on a horse, cover his face, and judge according to the sound of the crowd passing flowers, and then choose the right time to bend the bow and arrow. If the arrow sent by the 'blind man' hits the crown of the hair of the man holding the flower ball, you can listen well, not in the head, but in the 'blind shot', and you have to shoot blindly, and shoot the crown of the man's hair!"

When the people around heard this rule, they were all stunned and amazed.

"If you get to this point without hurting anyone in the slightest, then the game is a great joy. As a reward, the masked drummer was promised that his wishes, which had been written in advance the day before, would be notarized on this day, and that the promise would be fulfilled. ”

When the scholar was talking about something, he saw that three or two people around him had already taken advantage of the fact that the person who was talking was not paying attention, and secretly retreated and got up to leave.

"Hey, Wang Xianren, where are you going? ”

"I'm anxious, anxious. ”

"Lord Liu, don't drag me, you can't let a living person be suffocated to death by urine. Go, I'll go and I'll go. ”

......

"It seems that everyone is still looking forward to this game. Xiyue saw everything around her, and didn't forget to use the afterglow from the corner of her eyes to respond to the two adults who were also sitting on the ground. The prefect was leisurely and habitually pulling the hem of his clothes and tidying up the flat plate, while Lord Jia Zheng was tasting a light of osmanthus dew with taste, and the second master of Nabao was still staring at Xiao Qingwen intently...... Knowing this, Miss Xiyue put all her heart back into her stomach.

Xi Yue, who presided over the "Drumming and Passing Flowers", did not give the order to Bai Yue, who was on standby, to restart the game, she saw that Qingwen immediately coaxed Deyue, who was scared and cried just now, and did not let the big guys who were in the game, especially the prefect and Jia Zheng, disappoint the fun, and she was already grateful to Qingwen thousands of times in her heart.

I didn't want to wait a while, Qingwen was able to come forward again and offered to complete the singing for Deyue, which made her feel even more relieved.

Xi Yue thought to herself: "Who said that there is no successor to this Oriole Pavilion?! As long as you and I, as seniors, are willing to generously support the younger generations and cultivate them with heart, there will be hope." ”

Xiyue nodded affirmatively to Qingwen, and then, she raised her pretty face, her bright eyes swept over everyone who participated in the game and circled around, and said with a smile: "Someone took the initiative to ask Ying, it seems that we can continue to play together." ”

Raising her eyes, faintly, Xiyue felt that something was wrong.

There is nothing wrong with the laughter in the ears. Outside the window in midsummer, the moon has always been in the sky, but, somehow, Xiyue always feels that from the window, there is always a trace of cold snow.

However, even if something is wrong, at this time, when the entertainment is in full swing, it is impossible to find out. Therefore, Xiyue shook her head and took her divine sense back.

She raised her face and shook the bell with her hand.

Ding Dong - Ding Dong, although the sound of the jingle bell is not sharp and harsh, not clear and fast, but steadily, all the negative bulls, ghosts, snakes and gods around them are scattered one by one, and they are drunk and retreated.

For a while, the room warmed up, the cold gradually disappeared, and the trace of danger that Xiyue had sensed before was gone......

Strange to say, the bell shook so lightly that the chirping crowd unconsciously quieted down. As if instructed to do so, all of them looked to the center of the circle in which they were sitting.