Thousands of lamps and candles were burned inside the giant dragon and phoenix kite, each of which was pulled by eight colored satin gold ropes on the city tower, flying so high that even the people on the other side of the capital could see its lights from afar.

This is the most fascinating tradition of the Daliang Lantern Festival.

Under the castle tower, a mile of paper and pen were spread along the long table. Shangjing people love to see the exquisite and magnificent dragon and phoenix kites, and they emphasize the meaning behind them.

Literati inscribe poems anonymously, and the people can vote according to their preferences. The top 10 with the most signatures, the poems can be hung with dragons and phoenixes, and they will be able to be named on the gold list in the coming year.

Although it was a rumor, the people wanted to take a good omen, and they rushed to write their wishes on red paper and hang them on the city tower with the poems. I wish the New Year all the best and all the best.

"Ah Yan wants to write?"

Song Qinghui nodded expectantly.

Along the way, they found the most crowded place and bought two pieces of red paper.

"What about you? Do you have any wishes? ”

Song Qinghui's wish is simple.

Safe and smooth, long-term happiness and worry-free.

She wrote the last drawing and handed the pen to Ji Fangxue.

"Me?" Ji Fuxue was stunned, but took the pen but did not move.

Song Qinghui blinked his eyes, thinking that Ji Fanxue was embarrassed to write in front of him, and turned his back, "I don't peek." ”

Looking at Song Qinghui's back, Ji Fanxue was slightly distracted, and the pen and ink fell on the red paper and spread out, like a tear.

He is averse to making wishes.

Thousands of prayers in the darkness have not been redeemed...... He has lived like this, and he has long turned his back on the gods.

Ji Fuxue sighed in his heart, Song Qinghui's request, he didn't want to refuse, this was the last time he begged the Heavenly God Buddha.

"I am willing to give everything to the same clear and obscure years and years."

……

The red paper carries wishes, and the dragon and phoenix kite are raised under the expectation of everyone.

"Brother Pei is so literate!"

"Where, Where, ......"

A group of scholars gathered in a pile to congratulate each other, and being able to go on the dragon and phoenix kite is a great honor for the literati who have not yet become illustrious.

Song Qinghui looked at it curiously, and the scholars in the center of the group of literati were full of energy, and their sleeves were fluttering. It should be the "Brother Pei" in their mouths, the top of the dragon and phoenix kite poetry list.

"That's the candidate for this year's spring festival." Ji Fanxue explained to Song Qinghui.

It's really high-spirited and ambitious.

Song Qinghui sighed, the red paper they wrote just now was the dragon and phoenix kite that followed the poem of this scholar surnamed Pei.

She really hopes that this one can be admitted, and by the way, their wishes will come true.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! ”

The crowd erupted in a scream, and a frightened mad horse burst out of the crowd.

Horse-drawn carriages are not allowed to travel in the flower market, how can there be horses?!

Ji Fuxue felt a little wrong, "Ah Hui! He subconsciously went to pull Song Qinghui, but the frightened crowd crowded and pushed chaotically, and the red color was instantly washed away.

That crazy horse goes straight to the dragon and phoenix kite!

crackling, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone fell to the ground.

More terrifying than a horse is a man who is madder than a horse.

The people on the road didn't know what was going on, they just watched others run and they ran too. By the time the crowd dispersed, Song Qinghui had already been squeezed to the other end of the street.

"Ahh Ji turned around in the snow, and the familiar figure was gone!

He was cold, and the horse was definitely not an accident.

It's for him.

The sugar man on the ground rolled to the side, and the "Xiao Ji Palm Print" was covered with dust, and someone passed by and stepped on it, saying "bad luck" from afar.

For the first time in his life, Ji Fuxue felt a near-annihilation of despair.

His Ah Yan is gone.