Since no useful clues were found in Taohuatai, the three decided to start with the bride slaughter.

Descending the mountain to the town, it coincides with the Flower Dynasty Festival. The Flower Dynasty Festival is one of the eight festivals of the folk year, also known as the Flower God Festival, commonly known as the Hundred Flowers Festival. On this day, people go to the suburbs to visit and enjoy the flowers, called "stepping on the green", the girls cut five-colored paper and stick it on the flower branches, called "appreciating the red", and there are customs such as "loading lion flowers" and "putting flower lanterns".

The city is very lively, the bustling streets have young women who are like flowers, there are young women who have been married, there are old women who are not confused, there are children with smiling faces, they are all playing lively, everyone is full of smiles, together with the scene of this river Qinghai Yan, it is really a good scene of prosperity and peace.

Sometimes people are like this, no matter how big or unforgettable things happen, they will always be forgotten because of new things. People are very forgetful, and Su Elegy is a typical example.

Blending into the crowd of this bustling and lively street, Su Elegy swept away the depression and worries of last night, and happily played on the street paved with ancient bricks. The traffic on the street is full of horses, and the clouds in the past are like smoke, which is enough to make people forget the sadness in their hearts.

Su Wangge wore her white gauze hat and slowly moved through the crowd, exuding a light and elegant atmosphere, like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.

Su Elegy found an interesting thing, there is a custom of the Flower Dynasty Festival here, that is, the girl in the boudoir here can write a poem on her Xiupai on this day, and throw it down from the tall building to the person she likes.

Su Elegy also wanted to ask for something new, so he found a tall building and climbed it. When I came to the highest floor, it was overcrowded, and the pitch-yellow railing was crowded with young girls holding Xiupa, who were waiting for a son who was like a crown of jade to come and throw down the affection handkerchief in his hand.

Su Wangge realized that he had no handkerchief to throw away, looked around, and found that there was a white-faced scholar there, who had set up a bookstall there, surrounded by many girls, and the scholar was carrying a pen to write poems for these girls.

Finding a place where there were relatively few people, Su Wangge pulled up his white gauze hat, pulled Qingge out of the scabbard a little bit, and made a small opening on the gauze of the hat he pulled up, and along this small opening, Su Wangge tore off a piece of cloth the size of a handkerchief.

He also came to the white-faced scholar's stall and waited for a while before arriving at her.

The white-faced scholar asked her, "What poem does the girl want to write for her lover?"

Su Elegy thought about it, and a bright smile appeared on his face under the veil, "Just write the sentence 'Mo Shangren is like a jade son' in the world"

After listening, the scholar lowered his head and wrote on the gauze that Su Elegy had just torn.

After writing, the scholar returned the gauze to her with a smile, "Miss, it's two pennies."

Taking over his cold piece of "embroidered handkerchief", Su Wangge took out a plain white purse from his sleeve, embroidered with a few lotus flowers on it, which was quite elegant. took out two pennies to him, Su Wangge turned around and came to the railing, the position she was standing in was not very good, and she couldn't take in the scenery downstairs, so there were a few people staying there, but it made her feel a little comfortable.

Looking downstairs, the first thing I saw was Shen Qinghan, who had a slender figure and a fairy aura in blood-white clothes. With the idea of giving it a try, Su Wangge beckoned to him, Shen Qinghan seemed to have a heart with her, looked up at her in that direction, and a smile appeared on his handsome face, as if he could melt the spring breeze.

The girl upstairs went crazy in an instant, shouting, the usual reserve was a mess, "Ah, you see that boy in white smiling, so handsome"

"I saw it too, and my heart melted with his smile"

"I'm going to throw him my embroidered handkerchief"

"Me too"

"Don't rob me, he just smiled at me"

"Are you dreaming?"

“......”

Hearing these voices, Su Elegy was happy, Shen Qinghan's appearance was really going to "bring disaster to the country and the people"

Shen Qinghan didn't see Su Elegy when he went back just now, so he asked Bu Zhan, and Bu Zhan told him that Su Elegy had gone out to play. I waited in the room for a few moments, but I still didn't see Su Wangge come back. Thinking that there were so many people outside, how unsafe it would be for her to be alone, so he decided to go out to look for her.

I walked several places and couldn't see her, and I was a little discouraged. Suddenly looked up and saw Su Wangge standing on the tall building with a smile on his face beckoning to him, the insignificant discouragement in his heart was instantly swept away, his mood became happy, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

Shen Qinghan just came downstairs, and just wanted to go upstairs to Su Elegy, but his eyes were covered by the handkerchief that fell from his head and face, and he stopped for a while, took the handkerchief on his face and threw it on the ground casually, looked up, and wanted to see what it meant. At this glance, I happened to see Su Elegy who dropped the veil, a white handkerchief fluttered and floated in the wind, slowly falling, mixed with the other colorful handkerchiefs that fell together, almost making people unable to find it.

Shen Qinghan stretched out his hand, accurately held the piece of cloth yarn thrown down by Su Wangge in his hand, flattened the cloth yarn and saw the words on it clearly.

Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

The smile on the corner of Shen Qinghan's mouth deepened even more uncontrollably, and the inky black pupils also added a bit of brightness.

I just wanted to go upstairs, but I saw Su Elegy coming out of it.

"Senior brother, are you also coming out to play?" asked Su Elegy.

"Hmm," Shen Qinghan replied.

The two walked on the street together, with the same white clothes and the same temperament, like a couple who went out to play.

"Originally, I was going to throw this handkerchief to a handsome son, but looking at the whole street, it was the most beautiful senior brother, and finally I decided to throw it to my senior brother," Su Wangge said.

"Senior sister has been getting more and more discerning recently," Shen Qinghan replied.

Su Wangge looked at Shen Qinghan in surprise, Shen Qinghan only smiled lightly when he heard this kind of words before, and there would be no superfluous reactions at all, but now he admitted it generously, and the senior brother is really becoming more and more shameless.

The two of them wandered around the streets and alleys, but Su Wangge was still full of interest, and he didn't see any tiredness.

took a string of rock sugar gourds in his hand, bit one in his mouth, kept chewing, and said vaguely to Shen Qinghan: "Senior brother, are you sure you don't want one?

Shen Qinghan walked in front of Su Elegy, deliberately blocking the surging crowd, "Senior sister can see that she is still safe if she is forcibly pressed for a life"

Su Wangge walked behind him and said with a smile, "Life should be fun in time, and if it was really done by the red clothes, I might not be able to catch the real murderer." As the saying goes, 'Everyone has their own fixing needle, and the root of all things is always in the heart', so ah, this mentality must be good."

Shen Qinghan continued: "Senior sister's mentality responds to the poem 'The origin of the floating clouds is uncertain, and it is like floating clouds and free', this realm makes the senior brother admire."

"Where, where, senior brother praised falsely," Su Elegy said modestly.

Shen Qinghan: ......