The man had slightly dark skin, rough palms, and was dressed in a short shirt, and he knew at first glance that he was a coolie.

And the figure-eight lines on the face are extremely heavy, if it is not for a long-term sad face, it is difficult to have such a look.

Jiang Ruofu took the hibiscus flower in his hand, held the demeanor of a god, and said lightly,

"What do you want?"

The man immediately knelt down,

"Husband and wife are harmonious, and wives are virtuous."

Jiang Ruofu pointed his forehead with hibiscus,

"Give you peace in your family, and raise your eyebrows."

The voice is slightly hoarse and light, ethereal and cold, like a glow and cold light.

The man knelt down and kowtowed, Jiang Ruofu casually handed him back the hibiscus branch, and the man hurriedly took it with both hands above his forehead.

"Thank you for the blessing of the flower goddess!"

Jiang Ruofu shouldn't, and he didn't take a few more looks, let the man thank him and bow, still alienated and indifferent.

The clothes are wide and the sleeves are extremely long, and the silk is like a flowing glow under the bright light, shining brightly, and the wind is suitable for chaos.

At the beginning of the smoke and rain, the dark clouds retreated, the stars that faded in the sky were slowly revealed, the fluttering flags were gently blowing the willow branches, and the branches were still stained with the dew of the night. The road curtain is incense, and the street horses are dusty and the east wind is fine.

On the high south platform, Jiang Ruofu was worshiped by everyone without being frightened.

The lines of the clothes are becoming more and more obvious at this moment, and the whole body is wrapped in white and shining narcissus and phoenix, the phoenix wings are hovering and blowing the clouds with flowers, Jiang Ruofu's back is straight like a green pine, standing in the middle of the sea of people, no one can stop his style,

Wearing a back robe, as if she was really like a queen, she looked down on everyone on the south platform, and everyone really bowed down like the people kneeling to worship the lord of the country.

Jiang Baohe looked at Jiang Ruofu from a distance, still unable to believe it, and watched in a daze as Jiang Ruofu took one person after another's flower branches, like other flower gods, enlightening everyone.

Graceful and decent, extravagant.

The indescribable generosity of the posture also makes people can't help but cast their eyes on her.

The whole person doesn't seem to be the Jiang Ruofu she knows.

Jiang Ruofu in her memory would only hide in the corner with her head down, as if she couldn't speak, and whenever she was punished, she would come to the main courtyard and kneel, crying and begging for forgiveness.

During these days, she knew that Jiang Ruofu had changed a lot, and she knew that Jiang Ruofu was much different from before.

Jiang Ruofu's city is very deep, and she has never revealed the slightest, so that she underestimated Jiang Ruofu's enemy here and fell a big heel.

But it wasn't until this moment that Jiang Baohe really felt how strange the person standing in the crowd in front of him was.

The figure kept flickering in front of him, and Jiang Baohe looked at Jiang Ruofu on the south platform, and he couldn't believe it like a dream.

When did Jiang Ruofu participate in the God of Flowers draft?

And when did he stand out in the God of Flowers draft and be able to play the God of Flowers?

If she hadn't come out tonight, would it be impossible for her to find out that Jiang Ruofu had pretended to be the god of flowers?

Jiang Baohe's face was pale in the crowd, and he was silent alone in the noise.

She hadn't had a good rest for a long time, which had already made Jiang Baohe's face a little haggard, and coming to worship the god of flowers was the only thing she could look forward to these days.

But now, even this small wish has no chance to be fulfilled.

Do you want her to take the flowers and beg Jiang Ruofu to light them, and then be grateful to Jiang Ruofu, and then bow and kneel to thank you?

That should be what Jiang Ruofu did.

No matter the wind or rain, thunder and lightning, the person who should kneel on the ground should be Jiang Ruofu.

The person who kowtows should also be Jiang Ruofu.

Jiang Baohe stood on the street, his heart silent.

Ye Qian picked up the daffodils she had just dropped on the ground,

"Miss, why don't you worship?"

Jiang Baohe looked at the daffodil in Ye Qian's hand, because it fell to the ground, the petals as white as snow were already dirty.

"The young lady of the Yunguo Mansion just said that she wants to go with you, if you don't go, won't you lose your trust?"

"After all, Miss Ming made an appointment with Miss Three, and Miss Three had other appointments to go, so I pushed the boat down the river to let you and Miss Ming go together."

Jiang Baohe snatched the flower branch from Ye Qian's hand and stepped on it fiercely, but his face was sad, pale and weak,

"Ye Qian, can't you see who is on the south platform?"

Ye Qian bowed her head respectfully and said,

"How dare you look directly at the flower god Niangniang, this is disrespectful."

Jiang Baohe suddenly laughed when she heard this, that smile was a little crazy, not like a normal smile, she suddenly grabbed Ye Qian's collar and asked her to raise her head and look in Jiang Ruofu's direction,

"Then take a good look, take a good look!"

"Disrespectful? Is it disrespectful to look at her, how can she be virtuous, where does the capital come from, and make you feel that it is disrespectful to look at her! ”

Ye Qian just said,

"Miss, if you don't go to the appointment, it will be late, and it will be of great benefit to you to have a handkerchief friendship with the young lady of the Yunguo Mansion."

Jiang Baohe sneered,

"This is the most appropriate thing to say to my mother."

Jiang Baohe's eyes flashed with tears,

"I'm tired, I'm going back."

Ye Qian didn't stop it anymore,

"That slave maid is now asking someone to deliver a message to Miss Ming, saying that you are suddenly feeling unwell, so as not to make Miss Ming have a bad feeling towards you."

Jiang Baohe didn't stop at all, and walked straight away from the crowd.

On the south platform

One after another, the people who asked for enlightenment stepped forward, and Jiang Ruofu could probably guess what the other party asked for from the person's clothing and appearance.

She can guess eight or nine.

Just like the first one to seek enlightenment, he is obviously thirty years old, but he has gray hair, he sighs a lot when he speaks, and the splayed lines and lines between his eyebrows are extremely heavy, although he has thick calluses on his hands, but it is obvious that his greater trouble is upset rather than hardship.

Sure enough, what the man asked for was a virtuous wife.

Presumably, it was the failure to marry a wife that made him sorrowful.

And the little girl who is still immature in appearance and is about the same age as her most of them asks for a wishful husband.

But if a man and a woman come together, if they get along freely, they will surely seek children.

If you are shy and blushing, you must be asking both parents to be satisfied with each other and get married as soon as possible.

If the face and heart are separated but still come together to seek enlightenment, they must be seeking to move forward side by side, mutual understanding and tolerance in the future, and the family business will be smooth.

And so on, she probably figured out some patterns.

There are some words and petitions that I don't want to say, so Jiang Ruofu said for them, practice makes perfect, and the most apprehensive part before slowly became handy.

The air at night was filled with the scent of flowers and the smell of gunpowder left behind after the fireworks had dissipated.

Mixed together, it was as if the night air was colored.

The silk is the color of bright and flowing clouds, but it flows like a light veil, and it shines with silver light from another angle. fate

The treasure steps turn obliquely, Bing'e is shadowy, and the night is as clear as water.

Jiang Ruofu was handing the flower branch to the previous one, and the next person was already standing in front of her.

The man was about to kneel down to petition, but he didn't expect that on the high pavilion, someone suddenly secretly untied the embroidery bag and threw out a large handful of broken silver on the pavilion.

At the beginning, the people who were hit also subconsciously cursed, and after seeing clearly what they hit, they were all surprised, and then they scrambled to bend down to snatch the broken silver that fell to the ground, you don't let me, I won't let you.

And the people on the pavilion did not stop, and scattered a large handful of silver, and the people scrambled to pick up the broken silver, and those who could not receive it were found on the ground, and everyone bent down to pick up the broken silver, and they all ignored the fact that they were still in the queue that was still asking for the flower god to be lit, and the queue that had been in good line suddenly scattered and scattered, and at this moment, someone walked through a road that was vacated by the crowd.

Several guards stood in the way, preventing the people from touching Song Nashan.

Jiang Ruofu raised his eyes and saw the chaotic crowd on the street, frowning slightly.

And Song Na Lin was already unhurried and walked over the crowd of people who were bending over the ground and looking for them.

walked straight in front of Jiang Ruofu.

Although Jiang Ruofu saw that this person was either rich or expensive, she still remembered that she was now the god of flowers, but said lightly,

"What do you want?"

Song Na Lin looked at her, and there was a faint surge of surprise and surprise in his eyes.

From a distance, it has been ten thousand years.

Up close, it is even more dazzling like a star.

He said modestly,

"I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated."

did not put on a show, but made a gesture to Jiang Ruofu, which can be regarded as a salute.

His appearance is not very outstanding, but he has a mature charm that has been precipitated by wind and frost, his eyebrows are as clear as a knife, his contours are very distinct, and he is dressed very properly in dark clothes, and his posture is stretched and easy-going.

Jiang Ruofu took the flower branch in his hand, and wanted to put the flower heart against his forehead to leave a mark on the stamen to indicate that the flower was completely transformed.

But Song Na Lin was standing all the time, and she was sitting, and she couldn't reach Song Na Lone's forehead.

Jiang Ruofu held the flower branch horizontally and randomly clicked a little on the back of his hand to indicate that it had been ignited.

"May you be like a peach, a room and a home."

The attendant next to Song Nalin said,

"I'm afraid this won't work, everyone else is on the forehead, and our county king should also be on the forehead, otherwise how can it be considered effective."

Others pandered,

"But the county king's gesture to her is already extremely face-saving, in the end is not the real god of flowers, if we still want our county king to kneel on the ground and beg her to lighten it, what is this like?"

"The prince of the county only kneels to the parents of the Son of Heaven, how can he kneel to a small common people?"

"But this point is really unlucky in the hand, I haven't heard of any flower god in the hand of a person, doesn't this mean that our county king is shorter than others?"

Song Na Lone

Tourists get drunk in the fight for money. Sheng Song Xiaodu is outside the sunset. and go to the garden, and give birth to a reed in spring. Teach to receive the banquet warbler flowers, in the red mirror. The man had slightly dark skin, rough palms, and was dressed in a short shirt, and he knew at first glance that he was a coolie.

And the figure-eight lines on the face are extremely heavy, if it is not for a long-term sad face, it is difficult to have such a look.

Jiang Ruofu took the hibiscus flower in his hand, held the demeanor of a god, and said lightly,

"What do you want?"

The man immediately knelt down,

"Husband and wife are harmonious, and wives are virtuous."

Jiang Ruofu pointed his forehead with hibiscus,

"Give you peace in your family, and raise your eyebrows."

The voice is slightly hoarse and light, ethereal and cold, like a glow and cold light.

The man knelt down and kowtowed, Jiang Ruofu casually handed him back the hibiscus branch, and the man hurriedly took it with both hands above his forehead.

"Thank you for the blessing of the flower goddess!"

Jiang Ruofu shouldn't, and he didn't take a few more looks, let the man thank him and bow, still alienated and indifferent.

The clothes are wide and the sleeves are extremely long, and the silk is like a flowing glow under the bright light, shining brightly, and the wind is suitable for chaos.

At the beginning of the smoke and rain, the dark clouds retreated, the stars that faded in the sky were slowly revealed, the fluttering flags were gently blowing the willow branches, and the branches were still stained with the dew of the night. The road curtain is incense, and the street horses are dusty and the east wind is fine.

On the high south platform, Jiang Ruofu was worshiped by everyone without being frightened.

The lines of the clothes are becoming more and more obvious at this moment, and the whole body is wrapped in white and shining narcissus and phoenix, the phoenix wings are hovering and blowing the clouds with flowers, Jiang Ruofu's back is straight like a green pine, standing in the middle of the sea of people, no one can stop his style,

Wearing a back robe, as if she was really like a queen, she looked down on everyone on the south platform, and everyone really bowed down like the people kneeling to worship the lord of the country.

Jiang Baohe looked at Jiang Ruofu from a distance, still unable to believe it, and watched in a daze as Jiang Ruofu took one person after another's flower branches, like other flower gods, enlightening everyone.

Graceful and decent, extravagant.

The indescribable generosity of the posture also makes people can't help but cast their eyes on her.

The whole person doesn't seem to be the Jiang Ruofu she knows.

Jiang Ruofu in her memory would only hide in the corner with her head down, as if she couldn't speak, and whenever she was punished, she would come to the main courtyard and kneel, crying and begging for forgiveness.

During these days, she knew that Jiang Ruofu had changed a lot, and she knew that Jiang Ruofu was much different from before.

Jiang Ruofu's city is very deep, and she has never revealed the slightest, so that she underestimated Jiang Ruofu's enemy here and fell a big heel.

But it wasn't until this moment that Jiang Baohe really felt how strange the person standing in the crowd in front of him was.

The figure kept flickering in front of him, and Jiang Baohe looked at Jiang Ruofu on the south platform, and he couldn't believe it like a dream.

When did Jiang Ruofu participate in the God of Flowers draft?

And when did he stand out in the God of Flowers draft and be able to play the God of Flowers?

If she hadn't come out tonight, would it be impossible for her to find out that Jiang Ruofu had pretended to be the god of flowers?

Jiang Baohe's face was pale in the crowd, and he was silent alone in the noise.

She hadn't had a good rest for a long time, which had already made Jiang Baohe's face a little haggard, and coming to worship the god of flowers was the only thing she could look forward to these days.

But now, even this small wish has no chance to be fulfilled.

Do you want her to take the flowers and beg Jiang Ruofu to light them, and then be grateful to Jiang Ruofu, and then bow and kneel to thank you?

That should be what Jiang Ruofu did.

No matter the wind or rain, thunder and lightning, the person who should kneel on the ground should be Jiang Ruofu.

The person who kowtows should also be Jiang Ruofu.

Jiang Baohe stood on the street, his heart silent.

Ye Qian picked up the daffodils she had just dropped on the ground,

"Miss, why don't you worship?"

Jiang Baohe looked at the daffodil in Ye Qian's hand, because it fell to the ground, the petals as white as snow were already dirty.

"The young lady of the Yunguo Mansion just said that she wants to go with you, if you don't go, won't you lose your trust?"

"After all, Miss Ming made an appointment with Miss Three, and Miss Three had other appointments to go, so I pushed the boat down the river to let you and Miss Ming go together."

Jiang hugged the lotus and handed Ye Qian