It was the first time that Samsara IX had seen something so new. Although it is very unfamiliar to Mu Jincheng.

What's more, on this night of reunion. I only heard about it, but I didn't see it, so I couldn't help but be curious, standing on this bridgehead, and kept watching.

I don't know why this flower boat came out to parade.

I listened to Su Moyi next to him and continued. "This Oiran is called Wind Light, and it is very famous in Shenmu. The princes and nobles were all good friends with her, and they were even proud to invite her to the palace. And now, this wind gently comes out, and every time on the night of the full moon reunion, the hydrangea in the hand will be thrown once. Which son can be lucky enough to receive it. and we can spend the night together."

Mu Jincheng still knows about throwing hydrangea, so he is very surprised, isn't throwing hydrangea a woman's distant relative, how can she be so lightly picked, just to spend a night together.

So he looked back at Su Moyi in surprise, only to see Su Moyi nodding at her with great certainty, indicating that what he said was not wrong.

The name of the wind is gentle, Mu Jincheng has never heard of it. So I had to wait for the time to show up, but I saw the flower boat. When he swam across the broken bridge, he stopped alive in front of everyone.

There were many maidservants on the ship who scattered flowers and played music. And this one stood in front of everyone in front of everyone in the countless petals of the wind.

It is said that such an Oiran is extremely mysterious, and in the excerpt given by the second brother, such a person must be veiled to teach everyone to be curious when he appears, but the wind gently deviates from it. Standing quietly in front of you, between gestures, all of them are charming and mature, with all kinds of charms. But there is still childlike clarity and innocence on his face.

This is probably what makes those people crazy, such a contrary face and posture can be reflected in her, and there is no contradiction. It's really admirable.

Thinking of this, he turned to Su Moyi and said. "This gentle wind really deserves the reputation of Oiran."

Su Moyi just smiled and didn't reply again, and at this time, countless voices poured out from the shore, "The wind is gentle!" The wind is gentle! ”

Everyone waited for the moment when she threw the hydrangea, and even made a lot of preparations for this, pushing each other, scrambling to the shore, and even being pushed into the river.

Because this incident has often happened for many years, there are also guards by the river, who quickly salvaged the people, and there is no fear for their lives. The people next to him only stood on the shore laughing, he didn't care.

The women themselves are mostly disdainful. There are even those who pull their husbands' ears in front of them and go home. There are also many little sisters who look at them with envy, in short, they have their own thoughts.

And Mu Jincheng looked at such a breeze gently. I couldn't help but think to myself~ What is the difference between her and those princesses who are used to give marriages to princes and nobles. Through the hands of others, controlled by others, without the slightest meaning of their own. Love and hate are not up to themselves. If it is really what he wants, who is willing to come out and show his face and do the things of the Qinglou. What about Oiran. After all, the background is bad, it is difficult to find a good person in the end, and in the end, this life will be branded, and when the Israeli servant is old and decrepit, he may not have a good end.

So, I also felt sorry in my heart. He sighed slightly. At this time, he heard Su Moyi say to Mu Jincheng.

Why did Princess Qinghe sigh. Didn't you think that this famous Oiran was forced by life to fall into the Qinglou. ”

"Isn't it?"

"Naturally not, Feng Qingqing is a noble girl, as for whose family it is, I am not convenient to say more to you, but she did voluntarily go to the Qinglou. Parents also disowned it. In this world, personal preferences are different, and it is not possible to watch what others do on their own. ”

Even if Su Moyi said this, Mu Jincheng did not agree with his words. Which boudoir woman's dream, if it is not Lang riding a bamboo horse, how can it be a pair of jade arms and a thousand pillows.

But it's not easy to refute more, and the facts may be just in front of you. When the wind gently took out the hydrangea in his hand, the shouts on the shore became more and more like a surging wave, wave after wave.

Seeing that the wind was gentle, he didn't hesitate much, but turned around and threw the hydrangea towards Su Hou Ye on the broken bridge.

Su Hou also did it, when he was in Dajin, Mu Jincheng had seen it. At that time, the queen mother, who is now Dajin, was in the main hall, and when she wanted to choose a husband, she was obviously pointing at him, but he pulled the guards around him in front of him and blocked him alive.

So he guessed in advance that Su Hou Ye would behave like this, so Mu Jincheng jumped far away in three steps and two steps, and he had never seen such a agile outstretched hand, which really used what he could in his life.

Su Mo was helplessly hit by the hydrangea and never dodged again.

So the banks of the river sighed. Who is the person who was hit, but the famous Su Hou Ye, the top of the world's men's rankings, is it possible that this wind is gentle, this Oiran full of divine trees, doesn't know that Su Hou Ye has a hidden disease that is known to the world.

This Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold. In the face of such a person, how can the wind fall lightly.

So, there were people shouting "One more time!" One more time. ”

However, when he saw the wind, he smiled lightly and saluted the people on both sides of the strait, and then entered the painting boat, which showed that the Hou Ye was alone.

Every time he looked at it, Su Mo's embarrassment, Su Mo's embarrassment, Mu Jincheng's heart was very happy. It's not like a child's prank. But because of the fact that he can't resist the past, in this life, whenever he has a little bad luck, Mu Jincheng feels that it is retribution.

In the past, according to the past, Su Mo's character was noble. There are many prevarications for such things, and I can't wait to stay away.

Today, there are only two results in this public, one is to lose the face of the breeze, and Su Hou Ye naturally refuses to go, and the other is to lose the face of this Su Hou Ye and is invited to go. However, no matter what, Mu Jincheng is happy to be idle.

Gently leaning on the stone pillar by the bridge, he said to Su Moyi with a smile. "Congratulations to Su Hou, congratulations to Su Hou. The Oiran of the Sacred Tree that you are talking about. Now it's time to get what you want."

"You're so happy when I'm gone." Su Moyi asked lightly, his expression was very calm, he didn't see sadness or joy, so that Mu Jincheng couldn't figure out what he was thinking at this time.

But he still said stiffly, "That's happy, we have known Hou Ye Su for so long, I think you also know the heart of this palace, whenever you see that Hou Ye Su is not satisfactory, it is the most satisfactory time in this palace."