Xuanyuan Xuan seems to be a little tempted. He has never believed in such ridiculous things as fate and meeting his significant other in a huge crowd. However, now he also wants to give it a try to see if he can really meet him. Since they are all

Come to watch this lantern show, why not buy one?

Xuanyuan Xuan knelt down and carefully selected the lanterns that the vendors had placed on the ground in various shapes and patterns. He casually picked up a lantern and asked, "How much silver?"

"Ten taels." The vendor looked at the lantern in Xuanyuan Xuan's hand with a smile on his face.

"Take it----" Xuanyuan Xuan took the lantern and left.

"Sir, I haven't asked for your silver yet," the vendor called from behind.[

"No need." Xuanyuan Xuan's faint voice came from the front.

The hawker looked at the shining silver in his hand and was overjoyed. He realized that he actually made a hundred taels for selling a broken lantern. He was so happy that he kept stomping on the spot and shouted loudly, "Sir, I hope you find yours."

The destined person has become the first paired wall person in our Lanyou Country Lantern Festival in more than 20 years."

Xuanyuan Xuan couldn't help but smile on his cold lips as he listened to the vendor's shouts of joy.

As for the red stage in the poetry competition, there were more and more onlookers because of the silver taels, all hoping to get the thousand taels of silver.

Everyone was excited.

More and more people came to watch, but Huang Punuoxi's small figure seemed so insignificant, getting smaller and smaller, and no one noticed at all.

"Welcome friends from all over the world to participate in the poetry competition of this lantern festival. I am Uncle Liu ---" an old man in his forties stood on the red Taichung and spoke with a kind smile on his face.

"When does it start------" The people in the audience couldn't wait to read the couplet.

"When should we start-----" More and more people in the audience said enthusiastically, they were all a group of impatient but simple-minded guys.

On the contrary, the woman was steady and polite, and some scholars who were studying were gentle and elegant. They had been thinking about the three couplets and how to put them in the right way. They were all thoughtful and solemn.

Only those idiots jumped the highest and made the most surprises, and ended up with very little ink.

"Everyone, please be patient——" Uncle Liu raised his hands slightly, and then slowly lowered them, soothing the crowd of people below, hoping that they would not be so excited.

"Hurry up and start, uncle, I can't wait any longer." A rude voice sounded loudly in the audience. It was particularly abrupt. At first glance, it sounded like he was an uneducated, immoral person, a punk from the market, or a fool.

The kind that screams loudest without ink.

"Young Master, please be patient. The competition will start soon. Let's first invite the host of this poetry competition, our Young Master." Uncle Liu patiently comforted the crowd floating below, his voice was extremely gentle.

Xiang was not angry at all because of the unreasonable, ungraceful, and rude people below. Instead, he always spoke softly and smiled kindly.

As soon as Uncle Liu finished speaking, a figure in a light blue robe suddenly appeared in the sky, with wide sleeves filled with wind, flying corners, ink hair like silk, slightly pulled up with a delicate and shiny silver jade hairpin.

Paired with a light blue robe, it looks particularly elegant, but also gives people an elegant and refreshing feeling.

He landed steadily, but not contaminated with a trace of dust. He was as clean as a god. His handsome face always had a seductive sneer, and his thin lips slightly curved into a nice curve. He was so charming that it made him enchant.
Chapter completed!