A cruise ship decorated with pink rose vines came to Fuli Water Pavilion. The boatwoman held the oar, and five or six girls were waving on the boat.

"Youqing! Yingyuan!" Several girls waved to the water pavilion.

Xiaoxiao looked closely and saw that only recognized his classmates, Lu Yi and Fusu, also waved to him: "You go to the dock, come to the water pavilion! We have rose mint cake here!"

Green clothes are the most lively. She raised her head, opened her hands to her mouth and shouted, "We have rose and flower cakes on the boat! You guys come down!"

Youqing just smiled with a pursed lips and didn't make a sound.

Xiaoxiao was too lazy to get on the boat. Although he was sitting nearer to the stage, he lost the overall ornamentality of the stage. He smiled mischievously again: "We have a double-stewed bean paste rose here! The first bite is bean paste filling, and the second bite is rose filling!"

Green clothes and put on his hips and smiled: "We have nuts and rose cakes on the boat! The top layer is melon seeds and kernels, and the bottom layer is almonds!"

"We have Polygonatum crisps covered with rose sugar here! They are pine and crispy when bite!"

"We have a double glutinous rose ball with white glutinous rice and purple glutinous rice on the boat! It's sweet and sticky to eat!"

Both of them were very good. When you talked to each other, Xiaoxiao was better, while the green clothes were full of lively girls. At this moment, there were already a bunch of people laughing. The pink rose petals fell on the lake surface, which was like a trembling effect of flowers.

Xia Liang held back his laughter and walked to the railing: "You guys are fighting, so they have made me greedy! Let's take a break, otherwise the guests won't watch the dance, they will only watch you!"

The green clothes on the boat still waved to the water pavilion: "Come down quickly, let's go and see the palace Basheng!"

When Youqing heard this, he seemed moved: "Will Gong Basheng himself come?"

"Hu Xuanwu will be heard for a while, it is said that Gong Basheng personally blows the jade flute!"

Youqing asked: "Ming Basheng's huqin is the best, why did he change to playing the flute today?"

Luyi smiled unconsciously: "His huqin played, which made all the guests in the banquet cry, but what should I do!"

Xiaoxiao is an amateur in music and doesn't understand how a huqin can make people cry.

Fusu on the boat couldn't help but say, "Get out quickly, if you miss this village, you won't have this store!"

Xiaoxiao curled his lips and finally saw the power of the ancient star-chasing clan.

What was even more unexpected was that Youqing actually waved to the people on the boat: "Wait, I'll get down now!"

Youqing also pulled a smile: "Don't Yingyuan take a boat to see it? Eight sounds and ten taels of gold!"

"You can hear Gong Basheng's flute wherever you sit. I want to watch the dance well in a while!" Xiaoxiao smiled faintly and said to himself: Eight sounds and ten taels of gold, it's not like giving me ten taels of gold... Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that I was too profitable and hurriedly took a bite of mint cake, so that coolness suppressed the stinky smell in my heart.

Youqing had already boarded the cruise ship, and the green-clothed gestured to Xiaoxiao. Although the sound was not loud, Xiaoxiao still heard: Miyabasheng is the most beautiful man in Kyoto, it would be a pity if he didn't go and see it.

Isn’t the most handsome man in Kyoto, our President Kim? Who is fooling her sister? Is this a little while? Could it be that the handsome man in Kyoto is elected?

Xiaoxiao waved his hand and watched the pink cruise ship lively leave.

"Senior Sister Liang, who is the most beautiful man in Kyoto?" Xiaoxiao couldn't help but gossiping.

Xia Liang smiled leisurely: "It's just that everyone is watching. The emperor will never give anyone a special plaque for this."

"If you don't come again, the dripping cream will melt!" Qiu Zisu had already taken a cylinder dripping cream on his hand, "Yingyuan's dripping cream is really green and tempting."

Xiaoxiao walked over and looked at the white pastry in Qiu Zisu's hand first: "The snow lotus pastry tastes too light, why don't Senior Sister Qiu taste the black cocoa pastry? It is said that it is powder ground from strange overseas beans."

"That mud color looks scary," Xia Liang picked up his light yellow dripping pastry. "Just just on the road, I saw many people holding black and white mandarin duck dripping pastry. I only dare to look at it but not eat it."

"Aren't sea cucumbers black? There are also black sesame seeds of black fungus." Xiaoxiao immediately gave many examples of black foods, licking his own matcha tea flavor, which was very refreshing. The matcha made from a special ancient tea mill really tasted extraordinary. He stretched his head and looked at the pastry in Xia Liang's hand: "Does the senior sister put ginger juice every time she ate pastry?"

"I was born with weak spleen and stomach. Not to mention the cold dripping, even the watermelons didn't dare to eat too much." Xia Liang tasted the smooth ginger juice dripping in his hands. "Every time I ate dripping sauce, my mother told me to put some ginger juice. Over time, I fell in love with this taste."

Xiaoxiao was very curious and used a small silver spoon to dig it up and taste it: "Eat radishes in winter and ginger in summer. It seems that my aunt knows how to keep healthy!" Xiaoxiao ate ginger ice cream for the first time in her life. It tasted strange, but it was acceptable.

Xia Liang stood up for a while and felt a little tired, so he leaned against the beauty and sat down. After only a few bites of the crispy drop, he put it back on the table.

The autumn perilla is not the person who is as "snow is the skin and jade is the intestine" as Xia Liang. After eating it, I dripped it off and ate it all out of the crispy shell.

The dances on the stage are not arranged very tightly. Each dance will have a rest time, so that guests can relax and chat and have tea while enjoying the dance.

Xiaoxiao looked at the cruise ship full of pink roses, and gradually rowed toward the stage. In addition to this cruise ship, there were about seven or eight large or small boats, surrounding the stage, either for the lake, for the dancing, or for the eight sounds of the palace.

"I heard that Tang Lihuan is back." Qiu Zisu next to him suddenly said.

Xiaoxiao was stunned when asked: "My second brother? I have never heard of this. I replied a while ago that I would come back before the rose banquet, but I didn't know that there was no one yet."

Qiu Zisu's eyes dimmed instantly, and he gently tapped the wooden railings of the Shui Pavilion with a closed folding fan: "He had such a good relationship with Wen San, and I thought he would definitely come back to support him this time."

Xiaoxiao didn't know the story, so she didn't respond rashly, just smiled: "But what happened one day or one day later, I'll be back soon."

Suddenly, the girls next to him laughed and pointed at a young man who was painting outside the water pavilion, whispering to each other with a red face.

Xiaoxiao looked at the young man with a loose hair tied loosely, and casually tied a jade rose, and a fine linen dress with tea-smoke green clothes looked unrestrained. This man set up a painting table in the open space east of the water pavilion, as if he wanted to draw all the beautiful scenery in front of him.

Xia Liang asked in confusion: "Along the way, I can see someone painting every not far away. Could it be that the Wen family intentionally arranged it?"

Xiaoxiao nodded and said, "Senior Sister Liang really looked at it carefully. These painters are actually painters from Sicun Painting Club."

"The Wen family is really a big deal this time!" Xia Liang couldn't help but sigh, even the autumn Zisu showed a look of surprise: "Is this going to record every scene of the rose feast for souvenir?"

Xiaoxiao smiled indifferently: "Maybe it is."

My eyes looked at the painter wearing tea and green clothes again, not Shi Zuimo, who was the elegant Shi Zuimo? The whole banquet was Xiaoxiao's suggestion. Not only did the painter arrange, but also some masters who wrote essays and poems, who were responsible for recording the banquets they had personally experienced, and could write essays and poems. At that time, all the contents would be assembled in a picture and text, and printed and published.

That's right, I just want to make the rose banquet into a book, Xiaoxiao willfully plan this beautiful thing. Of course, in addition to the beautiful articles of the banquet, I will also arrange some exquisite advertising pages. This is probably the first advertising journal of this dynasty.

Just as he was thinking, he saw a girl walking into the water pavilion and whispering to Xia Liang.

When Xia Liang heard this, he nodded and looked around: "Let them all come to the Water Pavilion."

Seeing the girl leaving, Xia Liang smiled and said, "My cousins ​​have long been clamoring to come to the Rose Banquet to see her. Who knew that it took a few days to delay the road and arrived in Kyoto at this moment."

Xiaoxiao was surprised when he heard this. It seemed that the promotion of the Rose Banquet was very good. Some foreign guests and buses rushed to Kyoto in a hurry, just to attend the banquet today?

"I have no one except one of my own sisters and cousins!" Qiu Zisu saw that a pot of red and golden rose on the flower table was blooming dazzlingly, so she folded one and touched it to the tip of her nose and smelled the fragrance.

"Our family is from Zhaozhou. These cousins ​​all come from Zhaozhou. They come to Kyoto for a while every summer." Xia Liang said.

As soon as he heard Zhaozhou, Xiaoxiao felt moved. After all, after he came to the Yuanlong Dynasty, the place where he went was except Kyoto, which was Zhaozhou. At this moment, when he heard this familiar place name, he couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy from the bottom of his heart.

After a while, the girl from the Xia family led several timid girls to the Shui Pavilion. Xia Liang couldn't help but recommend them one by one: "This one is Miss Qiu, and this one is Miss Tang."

Several girls called out to my sister with a little shame. Everyone said the invitation on their heads, wearing roses, but the hairpin was not flowers, but golden roses made of red gold! Some were embedded with rubies, and some were inlaid with jade...

Qiu Zisu held back her laughter and said nothing.

Xia Liang also smiled and said, "Who told you to dress like this? Is this big golden flower so painful that your head falls? Since it is a rose feast, you should wear flowers." As he said that, he took the peach rose from Qiu Zisu, put it on one of the cousins, took off her original precious jewelry, and let the girl take it away very much.

This cousin only felt that she was showing her timidity and was ashamed of the Xia family. Her face was so blushed that she didn't say anything for a long time.

Xiaoxiao pointed to the stage: "Look at it! The real Persian girl is going to dance Hu Xuanwu!"

With one sentence, I relieved the siege of several girls, and everyone in the water pavilion looked at the stage in the middle of the lake.

The sound of the hushi sounded, and the sound of crying and complaining accompanied the dancer's rotation, which actually had a decisive beauty.

Gradually, a musician made a square sound, and with a crisp rhythm of teeth, the dancers in Hu's uniforms turned faster and faster, and were incredibly fast, as if a whirlwind blowing outside Yanmen Pass, mixed with the vast sweat and frost wind on the block, and the original breath of the August yellow reed grass, which only made the viewer feel refreshed.
Chapter completed!