What is Wen Guqi thinking in his heart, many times, even if he tells Wan Bufu, it is difficult to guess what Wen Guqi means.

The prince chose him from so many people, but he made him feel useless.

The prince does not even go to the court, nor does he participate in the court politics, he is a transcendent existence in the court of the Jokhang, he has no position, but he can go to the court in a dignified manner, and he can enter the palace without a grade.

Wan Bufu felt more and more that his existence was a little inexplicable.

But there are some directions, he doesn't want to guess, and he doesn't dare to guess.

Wen Guqi stared at the tongue of fire beating, and suddenly his eyes became a little gentle,

"Tomorrow is the day of the flower god parade on the street."

Don't be confused,

"Do you want to go to the street to have a look?"

The candlelight flickered, the slightly drunken face, and fell a dim yellow color,

"Tomorrow you leave the house on your own, you can go wherever you want, let you rest for a day."

Don't get up and salute,

"Yes."

"If there is no other command, then the subordinate will take his leave."

Wen Guqi waved his hand, and he turned around and retreated.

Song scroll tried to ask,

"Does the prince want to go with Miss Jiang Qi to see the flower god on the street?"

Wen Guqi didn't answer, but asked,

"What will happen to the Flower God Parade Street?"

Song scroll respectfully said,

"There will be dozens of painting boats along the moat, and ordinary people can sit for twenty yuan."

"The god of flowers is on the largest ship, a total of twelve goddesses of flowers, the top twelve who stood out from the draft of the god of flowers last year, when someone will open the way with firecrackers to blow up the feet of the god of flowers and the lion. The city defense lookout always pays attention to whether there is a fire, and when the god of flowers passes a square, the square will set off fireworks to tell people where the god of flowers has gone. ”

"There is only one kind of flower in each street, and when the flower god of the corresponding flower passes the neighborhood, the flower god stops here and goes to the nearest painting boat, and then the people kneel and worship, and the flower god leaves."

Wen Guqi hadn't seen the god of flowers in the days when the god of flowers was on the street, he didn't like to be noisy, but at the moment he listened very seriously.

The song scroll has been seen, but in order to tell Wen Guqi, he also specially understood the process and the ranking of the street flower gods.

"The god of flowers walks the whole street, when he goes to the painting boat, there will be flowers to pave the way, and the people who believe in it will give the flowers in their hands to the god of flowers, and the god of flowers will hold the flowers on people's foreheads, which means that they have been blessed by the god of flowers."

"It also means that there are lovers who grow old, people who have hearts and hearts are happy with each other, and those who are alone will get a lover."

Song Juan said this very slowly, and made it clear to Wen Guqi.

The prince has never bothered about women's affairs, but this time it is an exception, the prince does not like noise but is willing to accompany Miss Jiang Qi to see the flower god on the street, what does this mean, Song Juan is very clear in his heart.

Shizi is a person who says the same, and when he is sure of something, he will do it firmly, and he will not change his mind.

Miss Jiang Qi is the person chosen by the prince, and it is very likely that she will be his housewife in the future.

The ode did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

"It's easy to get separated when the flower god is at its most lively, and the prince must let Miss Jiang Qi follow."

Wen Guqi rolled his eyes, lowered his head to look at the book on the table, but his voice was gentle,

"Hmm."

A subordinate handed over a gilded post, and respectfully put it on the table.

"This is the post that Shizi wants."

Wen Guqi didn't even look at it,

"Let it go."

Following.

Before the gate of the Jiang family opened, someone had already handed a post to the door.

After Jiang Lanqian heard about it, she couldn't wait to send someone to the concierge to get it.

But the maid came back in disgrace.

Jiang Lanqian asked,

"What about posts?"

The maid bowed her head and said,

"That post..."

"It's Miss Seven."

Jiang Lanqian frowned,

"Didn't you say it was Lu Shaofu's post?"

"How could it be Miss Seven?"

Jiang Lanqian was puzzled,

Lu Weizhang said that let her have time to spare tomorrow.

Isn't that what it means to ask her to see the Flower God Street?

How can you go on a date? is still her seventh sister.

The maid hesitated,

"The son-in-law of the Shaofu family asked Miss Seven to go up at night to see the flower god on the street."

Jiang Lanqian retorted without hesitation,

"Impossible."

"You must be mistaken."

"Look at it again, and be sure to get it back for me."

Although the maid could see it clearly, she didn't dare to refute it at this moment,

"Yes."

After a while, the maid retrieved the post, and there were four big characters on it before it was opened.

Jofer himself.

Jiang Lanqian almost fainted.

Why Jiang Ruofu?

And Jiang Ruofu has been receiving all kinds of posts since the morning.

There are impressions such as the sick third son of Lang Zhongling's family, who was dressed white from top to bottom and had a white fan.

Ask Jiang Ruofu to go to Changyin Pavilion to listen to the piano, although the son is weak, but he is very kind, but Jiang Ruofu feels a little cute, this Changyin Pavilion is built on the riverside, tonight there must be fireworks and firecrackers by the river, what can you hear?

Although this third prince looks meticulous and weak, he is a young man with a big mind in the end.

There is also the eldest son of the Wei family, who is so burly that he wants to burst his clothes and has become a centurion.

Ask Jiang Ruofu to go to the flower god in the evening to hold the skirt.

Although it is said that it is a very auspicious thing to hold a skirt for the god of flowers, there are people vying for it every year.

But Jiang Ruofu thought of that picture, and didn't think that the five big and three thick Wei Gongzi carefully held the skirt for the little girl who pretended to be the god of flowers, and I was afraid that the little girl would not dare to move, Jiang Ruofu couldn't help but laugh.

and Wen Qingcen.

Ask her to play chess.

Jiang Ruofu took Wen Qingcen's post, was stunned for a moment, and then put it aside.

I didn't mean anything else when I read these posts, I just wanted to know how many people had a good impression of Jiang Ruofu rather than a bad impression during yesterday's flower banquet.

To be honest, she was worried.

But now it seems that it is not so worth worrying about.

There are not only posts handed by men, but also Yin Hui and Gong Mingyan, as well as a few young ladies whose names Jiang Ruofu has only heard of and never met.

This all shows that at yesterday's flower banquet, she and Shizi were more likable than annoying.

Just looking at it, there was no Chen Jing, and Jiang Ruofu was also relieved.

She is also afraid of seeing him now, so it is better not to see him.

Jiang Ruofu refused the replies one by one, and asked the porter to send the replies out.

With each passing hour, my heart beats faster.

It was like it was getting dark and she was about to go to her appointment.

Jiang Lanqian pinched the post, opened it and hurriedly looked at it, and saw that Jiang Ruofu was asked to meet in Qiluo Pavilion, and Jiang Lanqian burned the post directly.

His eyes were gloomy,

"Tell the porter not to tell anyone about this, this post has been handed over to Miss Seven, I misunderstood it first."

The maid replied,

"Yes."

What is Wen Guqi thinking in his heart, many times, even if he tells Wan Bufu, it is difficult to guess what Wen Guqi means.

The prince chose him from so many people, but he made him feel useless.

The prince does not even go to the court, nor does he participate in the court politics, he is a transcendent existence in the court of the Jokhang, he has no position, but he can go to the court in a dignified manner, and he can enter the palace without a grade.

Wan Bufu felt more and more that his existence was a little inexplicable.

But there are some directions, he doesn't want to guess, and he doesn't dare to guess.

Wen Guqi stared at the tongue of fire beating, and suddenly his eyes became a little gentle,

"Tomorrow is the day of the flower god parade on the street."

Don't be confused,

"Do you want to go to the street to have a look?"

The candlelight flickered, the slightly drunken face, and fell a dim yellow color,

"Tomorrow you leave the house on your own, you can go wherever you want, let you rest for a day."

Don't get up and salute,

"Yes."

"If there is no other command, then the subordinate will take his leave."

Wen Guqi waved his hand, and he turned around and retreated.

Song scroll tried to ask,

"Does the prince want to go with Miss Jiang Qi to see the flower god on the street?"

Wen Guqi didn't answer, but asked,

"What will happen to the Flower God Parade Street?"

Song scroll respectfully said,

"There will be dozens of painting boats along the moat, and ordinary people can sit for twenty yuan."

"The god of flowers is on the largest ship, a total of twelve goddesses of flowers, the top twelve who stood out from the draft of the god of flowers last year, when someone will open the way with firecrackers to blow up the feet of the god of flowers and the lion. The city defense lookout always pays attention to whether there is a fire, and when the god of flowers passes a square, the square will set off fireworks to tell people where the god of flowers has gone. ”

"There is only one kind of flower in each street, and when the flower god of the corresponding flower passes the neighborhood, the flower god stops here and goes to the nearest painting boat, and then the people kneel and worship, and the flower god leaves."

Wen Guqi hadn't seen the god of flowers in the days when the god of flowers was on the street, he didn't like to be noisy, but at the moment he listened very seriously.

The song scroll has been seen, but in order to tell Wen Guqi, he also specially understood the process and the ranking of the street flower gods.

"The god of flowers walks the whole street, when he goes to the painting boat, there will be flowers to pave the way, and the people who believe in it will give the flowers in their hands to the god of flowers, and the god of flowers will hold the flowers on people's foreheads, which means that they have been blessed by the god of flowers."

"It also means that there are lovers who grow old, people who have hearts and hearts are happy with each other, and those who are alone will get a lover."

Song Juan said this very slowly, and made it clear to Wen Guqi.

The prince has never bothered about women's affairs, but this time it is an exception, the prince does not like noise but is willing to accompany Miss Jiang Qi to see the flower god on the street, what does this mean, Song Juan is very clear in his heart.

Shizi is a person who says the same, and when he is sure of something, he will do it firmly, and he will not change his mind.

Miss Jiang Qi is the person chosen by the prince, and it is very likely that she will be his housewife in the future.

The ode did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

"It's easy to get separated when the flower god is at its most lively, and the prince must let Miss Jiang Qi follow."

Wen Guqi rolled his eyes, lowered his head to look at the book on the table, but his voice was gentle,

"Hmm."

A subordinate handed over a gilded post, and respectfully put it on the table.

"This is the post that Shizi wants."

Wen Guqi didn't even look at it,

"Let it go."