When the young girl looked at the girl standing beside Su Mu, even if the other party's hair was a little sloppy, even if the corners of her lips were covered with oil, even if it was a little raunchy.

But standing in front of it, she found that even with the help of the lights, both her face and figure were eclipsed.

She apologized to Su Mu, and then turned away embarrassedly.

"You know her?"

"Don't recognize?"

"And you tell her?"

"I just want to show off, otherwise how would others know that I have such a beautiful lady."

Mo Qianyu: "......"

She found that Su Mu was becoming more and more presumptuous, but she was not too lazy to stop it, but she didn't want to pay attention to Su Mu either.

So she looked down, on the table where the riddle was guessed.

The presiding officer removed the hairpin and ring.

The hairpin and ring, or ring, are all shaped from the acacia tree.

The difference is that the hairpin is an acacia flower and the ring is an acacia leaf.

"Congratulations to this son for winning the lantern riddle award, which is a prize specially designed for this contest by Kyoto Famous Castle Flowers, which is unique in the world."

The person who presided over the ceremony presented it to Wen Daoyan with his own hands, and explained: "On the acacia tree, the head of the flower and the tail of the leaf, the leaf sets off the flower, no matter how far apart, the thoughts are endless, the thoughts are not forgotten, there will be an echo, and the son can give the other half to your sweetheart." ”

During the Shangyuan Lantern Festival, there are girls dressed up in the streets, and there are also men who perform extremely well.

How can a talented young scholar like Wen Daoyan, whose face is like a crown of jade, not attract the admiration of the women around him.

In the midst of the discussion between the girls, a courageous girl stepped forward and wanted to invite Wen Daoyan to see the fire tree and silver flowers together.

Wen Daoyan's eyes were not on the girl's body.

He picked up the prize, swept past the maiden, through the crowd, and came to a man.

Wen Daoyan's face became very unnatural, because he was very nervous.

But he still didn't allow the other party to refuse, and then inserted the acacia hairpin between the girl's hair.

waved the courage of half a lifetime and said, "I want to give you the other half." ”

The person who presided over said that Childe could give the other half to his sweetheart.

So Wen Daoyan put it into action and expressed his heart.

How should a young girl respond?

In this world, there is never a shortage of people watching dramas.

What's more, beautiful things have a powerful attraction in their own right.

The surrounding crowd, boiling and cheering, "Promise him, promise him." ”

It's just a very vulgar one after another, but the atmosphere ignited is more warm than the countless lamps hanging overhead.

Tan Rusu pushed a palm on Wen Daoyan's chest.

He said angrily: "Don't think I don't know that this is your plan, you have spent a lot of money on these people." ”

With that, she turned and walked away.

Wen Daoyan stood still, but he was smirking.

Someone in the crowd urged him, "What are you doing in a daze, don't chase after it quickly." ”

Wen Daoyan put the acacia ring on his hand and said, "She didn't take off the hairpin." ”

Countless people suddenly realized.

......

......

The moon is full of canopy pot and bright lights, and Lang hand in hand to the end door, greedy to see the crane array and singing, and does not feel that the mandarin ducks are lost.

Mo Qian walked side by side with Su Mu and came to the most lively Changxi Street.

At the end of this long street is the Imperial Xuan Tower, which can only be walked up by the most high-ranking people in the court of His Majesty the Emperor.

Therefore, this street is the place where gifts are presented to His Majesty the Emperor during the Shangyuan Festival.

But no matter whether His Majesty the Emperor goes to the Imperial Xuanlou or not, the performance will not stop.

Thaumaturgical abilities, singing and dancing, cutting scales, noisy music for more than ten miles, shooting pills and chrysanthemums, and stepping on the rope.

It's endless, it's fun.

"Are the two of them alright?" On the stage, there were several disciples of the Royal Beast Sect who were dancing with butterflies, and under the stage, Mo Qianhe was worried.

Su Mu quipped: "The lady has a pair of magic eyes, can't she see it?" ”

Mo Qianhe glared at him, she was not good at this kind of thing.

"It should be fine for the time being," Su Mu said.

Mo Qianhe knows what is temporary.

Wen Daoyan's heart is in the court world, and he can't give it up completely, Tan Rusu is in the free world, and between the two, their respective pursuits are different after all.

They may be able to reconcile them, but in the end, the choice is in their hands.

So the two did not continue the topic.

They have their fun.

Baizhi Lane.

Between the alleys, a long rope is knotted, a five-colored paper strip is hung, and a prayer is written, which is called 'hanging picking'.

At the invitation of the people, Su Mu and the two participated in it.

Su Mu lifted the ink pen and found that he seemed to have not written for a long time.

After putting down the pen, it was a little crooked.

When the people saw this, they were slightly surprised, and they said in their hearts that this son also looked like a scholar, and the words he wrote were so distorted.

Mo Qianhe wanted to know what Su Mu wrote, and looked sideways.

Su Mu hurriedly blocked it, and then avoided her and hung the red rope.

"What did you write?" Mo Qianyu asked.

Su Mu didn't say.

Mo Qianhe said that if you don't say it, I will pick it up.

Su Mu said that it would not work when he took it off.

Mo Qianhe snorted coldly, got rid of Su Mu's hand, and said like an angry little girl: "Then don't talk to me again." ”

So Su Mu caught up and stepped forward, leaning close to her ear, breathing slowly, "What I wrote is naturally that I hope to marry my lady earlier." ”

.......

.......

There is a shrine on the side of the road, which is made of reeds to form a shelf, such as a workshop and a door, and burns ten thousand lamps.

This is the home of the worship of the god Taiyi.

At the end of the place, the mountain lantern is like a mountain and a sea pavilion.

Taiyi Shrine, several zhang high,

Below, there is a blessing from a person with a divine apparatus on his face, and he tastes the floating yuanzi.

Fu Yuanzi is a rice ball.

Wen Daoyan and Tan Rusu were below.

The latter looked at the idols around him, but his mind was not on the idols.

"Here," Wen Daoyan said to blow Fu Yuanzi cold, he didn't use a spell, it was said that that would change the original taste of Fu Yuanzi.

Tan Rusu glanced at him, took it from his hand, and said, "I won't go to Xining Mansion with you." ”

"I know," they sat down on a nearby tree bench, and Wen Daoyan rolled the floating yuan in the bowl with a spoon.

Tan Rusu bit a floating yuanzi, looked at Wen Daoyan, and said with a smile: "I can wait for you when I am free." ”

Waiting for you, waiting for what?

Wait for you to fulfill your parents' expectations, fulfill Your Majesty's Shinna, and fulfill your heart's wishes.

They are monks, and their lives are not like mortals, only fifty or sixty years.

Fu Yuanzi stopped tumbling in the bowl, the soup gradually calmed down, Wen Daoyan looked at Tan Rusu, her smile was more beautiful than the light in the city of Chaoge at this moment.

Tan Rusu looked at the stunned Wen Daoyan and said, "Give you a hundred years, is it enough?" ”

A hundred years for the country, after which you will all belong to me.

Wen Daoyan didn't answer her.

It wasn't a struggle, it was a voice that interrupted their conversation.

"Sir,"

Ahead, it was Guan Shuyi, the young lady of the Guan family, who came over, and she gave Wen Daoyan a salute and said, "Can we eat Fuyuanzi together?" ”

"Of course," Tan Rusu said generously, and gave up his position.

"No," Wen Daoyan stood up, his gaze determined.

Guan Shuyi was stunned, and the maid next to her was shocked.

In her impression, Mr. Wen was like his last name, always gentle and never angry.

Wen Daoyan didn't give Guan Shuyi much time to react.

He stepped forward and was very serious, "Shuyi, I have always only regarded you as a sister, since Guan Hou took me into the Guan family, and it is still the case, but I am not sure if I can still treat you like this in the future." ”

"Why?" Shu Yi said subconsciously.

Wen Daoyan said firmly: "Because you don't treat me as a brother, if you continue to do this, I will only treat you as a stranger in the future." ”

Guan Shuyi didn't expect Wen Daoyan to be so decisive.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

Tan Rusu was about to go up, but the other party had already left in tears.

"You..."

She looked at Wen Daoyan and said, "I really obeyed you." ”

......

......

At the end of Baizhi Lane is a Baizhi lamp.

The people put candles on the trees, and they called them hundred lamps.

Hundreds of lights, stretching for eight miles, from dusk to dan, light candle world.

Under the lights, there are countless people playing dance music.

In the midst of singing and dancing, Su Mu and Mo Qianhe met Wen Daoyan and Tan Rusu who came from the other end.

"Senior brother," Wen Daoyan walked over gratefully.

Su Mu didn't ask anything, just handed him a candle and said, "Come, put a hundred lamps." ”

Mo Qianhe didn't ask Tan Rusu anything, just like Su Mu.

The four of them climbed the Baizhi Tower with a hundred lanterns all the way, and on top of this building, they could almost overlook most of the Chaoge City.

The night breeze is blowing.

The four of them came directly to the roof of Baizhilou, and then Tan Rusu took out her wine and divided it.

The flasks collided, stirring up the wine and laughter.

"I wish Senior Brother Wen all the best sailing and a bright future."

"I wish Senior Brother and Sister Mo a lover and eventually become a family."

"I wish our little sister an early encounter with the gods..."

Celebrate with each other, wish each other, and then, "Cheers!" ”

Having friends to drink a pot of wine is a blessing in life.

Bang!

A pot of wine under the water, fireworks in the song city.

Straight into the sky, a thousand postures, colorful, like a bright flower blooming in the sky.

The sky is rich and intense, and it is intoxicating.

In the intoxication, the four of them looked at the flowers and raised their glasses to drink.

The flower is not drunk, as if cut off, this moment.

......

......

It's getting dark.

Su Mu carried Mo Qianhe on his back, and Wen Daoyan carried Tan Rusu on his back and walked towards the small courtyard.

The two girls were still holding the wine and talking nonsense.

At the entrance of the courtyard, the lantern hanging has been extinguished.

In front of the door, a man stood with a slightly sad expression.

Shangyuan Festival? Why grieve?

"Pavilion Master Qin?"

In a daze, Su Mu still saw clearly who it was.

Shushan is in the deacon hall in Beijing, and he is the master of the treasure pavilion.

He had been to the Treasure Exchange Pavilion several times, and naturally it had an impact.

The Qin Pavilion Lord was shocked when he saw Su Mu and the two of them, and saw Mo Qian and Tan Rusu who were still clinking glasses on their backs.

"Pavilion Master Qin, what's the matter?"

At this moment.

The Qin Pavilion Lord didn't have the heart to ask why the four of them were like this, and said solemnly: "Uncle Shi, something happened to Shushan. ”

Some people died, but not completely......