The Flower Festival is held in the Royal Villa, which is just five kilometers outside the capital.
There are mountains and rivers here, and every spring the flowers are clustered on the branches, which is particularly beautiful. Therefore, this place is designated as the location for the Flower Festival.
Members of the royal family will participate in the Royal Flower Festival, and nobles in the capital also go on spring outings.
On this day, carriages from various prefectures followed the royal convoy to the villa. Behind the royal villa, there were many rooms for people from various prefectures to live in.
When Song Jiuxi was settling down, he suddenly said to Yan Shubai: "Give me your hand."
"Huh?" Yan Shubai stretched out his hand, and Song Jiuxi felt for his pulse.
Yan Shubai looked at Song Jiuxi's pensive face and laughed.
"My wife, don't worry so much. She is not willing to die for her husband."
Song Jiuxi rolled her eyes at him and wanted to say that you died at this time in your last life. But she couldn't say it because it involved the secret of her rebirth.
Song Jiuxi checked Yan Shubai's pulse in the past few days and found that his body was the same as before, with no good or bad points.
At least it's not bad enough that he'll die of poison during the Flower Festival.
Song Jiuxi looked at so many people in the garden and suddenly asked: "Is there anyone here who wants to kill you?"
Yan Shubai smiled lightly: "That's too much."
Song Jiuxi was right when he thought about it. Just because he had 50,000 owl-clad guards and didn't stand behind any of the princes. Those princes couldn't win over him and had to fear the military power in his hands. They probably hated him with all their might.
itch.
The banquet of the Flower Festival was held in the garden. It was the best scene in spring, and all the flowers in the garden were in bloom.
They set up seats beside the flowers or under the blossoming branches for people to watch and play.
Song Jiuxi pushed Yan Shubai to sit in their seat. Only then did she realize that this seat was on the right side of the holy driver, and opposite was the prince's seat.
The prince smiled gently at Song Jiuxi. Song Jiuxi lowered the expression in his eyes, nodded and looked away.
To their left is the seat of the wise king. The wise king rarely appears in the court. What he likes on weekdays is to appreciate calligraphy and painting, and enjoy fun things like drinking and singing.
Yan Shubai had a very good relationship with King Xian. When King Xian greeted him, Yan Shubai nodded back.
The Xian Wang glanced at Song Jiuxi, and then said with a smile: "Shubai's spirit has indeed improved a lot after he married his wife."
Yan Shubai said: "My wife is my lucky star."
The Xian Wang was surprised that Yan Shubai, who had always been cold and cold, would say such words, so he took a more serious look at Song Jiuxi.
Song Jiuxi didn't pay attention to his gaze, because she saw that Shengjia had already stepped onto the high platform.
Everyone knelt down.
"Long live my emperor, long live my queen, and my queen may live a thousand years."
The Holy One and the Queen sat on the high platform. The Holy One raised his hands and said, "Sit down, everyone can do whatever you want during the Flower Festival today."
The sage of the Dayan Kingdom is about fifty years old this year, with stern eyes and a majestic body. From him, we can still see the man who rode a horse and held a sword, ruled the roost in troubled times, and established a great cause in troubled times eleven years ago.
But Song Jiuxi knew that this body might not be as strong as it looked, otherwise the prince would not let Taoist Baiyun offer the elixir of life.
When Song Jiuxi was thinking about this, suddenly there was a sound of silk and bamboo in the field.
Then ten women in pink clothes came from the depths of the flower forest. They were graceful, singing and dancing, and holding flower baskets in their hands.
When they approached, everyone was stunned. The leader turned out to be Song Wanwan, the second lady of the Changping Marquis Mansion.
Although there is no rule that the flower-picking girls cannot be girls from aristocratic families, in the past, the flower-picking girls every year were girls who had just been drafted or were musicians.
This is the first time for a girl from an aristocratic family to serve as a flower-picking girl.
Song Wanwan stood in front of everyone. Her beautiful face and graceful figure really impressed many people.
"She is indeed the most talented woman in the capital. Not only is she talented and knowledgeable, but she is also so beautiful."
"Teacher Song, is your love getting married?"
"Having this girl in your family is like a jewel."
"The rumor that spread all over the capital some time ago seems to be false. Those who can serve as flower pickers are all women as pure as a white lotus."
Song Wanwan listened to the praises from the whole hall, and secretly looked towards His Royal Highness in front of her.
The prince was indeed looking at her, which made her heart pound.
The flower-picking girl will present the flowers picked in the basket to the noble people present.
Song Wanwan strolled up to Zhao Hongjun with a blushing face, and said with a blessing, "Your Highness, the Crown Prince."
Zhao Hongjun said gently: "Miss Song is even more beautiful today than the spring flowers in this garden."
Song Wanwan was so happy that she shyly took out the most beautiful flower and put it into the porcelain vase in front of the prince's seat.
After waiting for a while, she thought that the prince would say a few more words to her, but the prince did not speak. She raised her head slightly and saw that the prince looked fine, so she had to leave and went to the next seat in despair.
Song Wanwan glanced at the entire audience, then with a flash of light in her eyes, she walked up to Song Jiuxi.
"Sister, are you so surprised to see me?" Song Wanwan smiled happily in her eyes, "Or is it that my sister is surprised and very angry."
"Second sister is wrong. Sister is happy to see you." Song Jiuxi said lightly.
"No matter whether sister is happy or disappointed, sister, I am very happy today."
Song Jiuxi smiled and said meaningfully: "You should be happy, today is a good day."
Song Wanwan didn't know what Song Jiuxi was talking about. She felt that Song Jiuxi said it deliberately because he didn't like her.
Her appearance today made His Highness the Crown Prince even more impressed by her. Moreover, the Crown Prince had praised her just now. The more Song Wanwan thought about it, the more she felt that the position of Crown Princess was very close to her.
Lin Anyan was attracted to Song Wanwan from the moment he came in. He looked at her dreamily, this was the woman he liked.
Today he came with a stick in his hand, just for the marriage that Song Jiuxi said that day. But he was absent-minded as soon as he came in. He has been thinking about Song Jiuxi these past few days.
How could Song Jiuxi be compared to Wan Wan?
Lin Anyan had always wanted to get rid of the picture in his mind, but now that he saw Wanwan, the picture of Song Jiuxi in his mind disappeared.
He only has Wan Wan in his heart, and he will spend his whole life with Wan Wan.
Lin Anyan had been waiting for Song Wanwan to come and send him flowers, but Song Wanwan didn't come until the flower delivery session was over.
He was a little disappointed, thinking that maybe Wanwan was trying to avoid suspicion.
After the flower-delivery session was over, the Holy Master said cheerfully: "Where is Marquis Changping?"
Song Wenzhi was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly walked to the middle and knelt down. "I will join you, Your Majesty."
"Song Aiqing, you have a good way of raising your daughter. You have raised such a beautiful daughter. I will give your daughter a marriage plan today. What do you think of it, Aiqing?"
Song Wenzhi was overjoyed. What an honor it was to be granted marriage by the Holy One. Song Wenzhi immediately bowed his head to thank him, and Song Jiuxi raised the corner of his mouth silently.
"Okay, I see that Aiqing's daughter is a perfect match for the eldest son of the Changping family. Today I will make the decision for you and let your two families marry Qin and Jin."
Chang Pingbo immediately knelt down and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Although Song Wenzhi didn't know what was going on, he could not bear the divine grace and bowed his head to thank him.
Song Wanwan, who was sitting below, looked stunned. She looked at everything in front of her in disbelief.
How could she marry Lin Anyan?
Is there a mistake somewhere? There must be a mistake somewhere!