"Hey, have you heard? The Baihua Fairy this time is Wei Yu, the popular courtesan in the Zuihong Mansion. Our temple fair official specially invited Miss Wei Yu to come here." Passerby A said with a smile.
With such a proud attitude, he is an old and familiar customer of Zuihonglou.
"Brother, are you telling the truth? That's great. Miss Weiyu is pure and pure, and is not afraid of power. She deserves to be the messenger of the God of Flowers." A scholar said with a pleased look on his face.
Said.
"Huh, a brothel girl can also serve as the messenger of the Flower God Festival. Are all the ladies in Beichen gone?" There were also some cynics in the crowd.
Everyone took a closer look, but it turned out to be a strangely dressed foreign man. He had a rough appearance, deep eyes, and golden hair tied into two braids hanging from behind his ears to his shoulders. At this time, he looked at the man around him.
Nalan Luowei, who was wearing a face towel and preparing to get in the car, said in a disdainful tone.
"Brother, you are a businessman who has just come to our Shangyang City. This girl Weiyu is a fairy-like figure in our Beichen. She is both talented and beautiful, but she is humble and treats people, especially us.
Everyone who came to see them was treated with courtesy. Although she was born in a brothel, she kept herself clean. She was like a green lotus emerging from the mud but unsullied, elegant and noble. Therefore, she was appointed as the Flower Fairy during the Flower God Festival.
That's really appropriate." A middle-aged businessman explained to the foreign man. From Wei Yu's "Phoenix Nirvana" to his later "Anger against the Powerful", he was lucky enough to see the beauty of Wei Yu's girl, even though
He would never have the chance to meet and talk to Miss Weiyu again in this life, and his life would not be in vain.
"Haha, big brother, this girl Weiyu seems to be very famous in Beichen. We have heard about her deeds along the way. Are those all true?" said the man next to the foreign race man.
A man in rich clothes asked. He gave the foreign man a signal to signal him not to talk too much, so as not to attract the attention of interested people.
Seeing that the foreign man stood in the crowd and continued to watch the parade despite his warning, the man looked again at the passerby he had just asked.
"Of course it's true. I won't tell you any more. I have to follow Miss Weiyu to the Flower Temple to pay homage... I'm leaving..." The middle-aged businessman watched Weiyu's float go further and further away.
I couldn't help but said anxiously to the rich young master.
"Hey, what's going on with you? My young master is asking you a question. How could you leave before you finish speaking..." Seeing that his master's question was ignored, Harsh couldn't help but get angry.
He shouted at the man's back. However, after hearing the coughing sound of "cough", he hurriedly kept silent. He turned around and said to the rich young master with a look on his face that he had done something wrong: "Sir, I was wrong.
Already..."
Ming Li asked Harsh slowly: "Hasher, do you remember what you promised me?"
"Young master, I...I...don't think that they are very disrespectful to you, so I...plan to vent my anger for you..." Harsh said with an aggrieved look.
"Oh? It seems that I have to reward you for your generosity, right?" Ming Li glanced at the tough-talking Harsh.
"Haha, young master, I don't need any reward, this is what I should do." Harsh responded with a silly look on his face.
Ming Li ignored his out-of-control reaction and continued: "Well, in order to praise your loyalty, I have decided to give you a few days off and let you have a good rest in the house. Please don't let me go out."
I’m traveling now, so that I won’t have to go out to fight against my master later.”
"Son, please don't. It's okay for Harsh to know that he's wrong. Next time I will be careful with my words and deeds so as not to cause trouble to you. Please don't let Harsh leave, otherwise, when I go back, I will definitely...
The young master who was severely punished by the old lady..." Harsh suddenly reacted and begged Ming Li for mercy with tears streaming down his face.
"Okay, get up quickly. Look at you, a grown man, how unbecoming you are with this kind of behavior on the street!" Ming Li frowned and said angrily to Harsh who was pulling his sleeves. He had a hunch that this would happen.
Hash must have been deliberately arranged by his grandmother to be by his side. With Hash's clinging skills and his character of being soft-hearted but not tough, this Hash is indeed the most suitable candidate, and there is no need to worry that he will accidentally fall in love with him.
Ran without a trace.
It seemed that grandma was really convinced of him. Alas, he couldn't help but sigh. Ming Li gathered his mood, looked at the direction the float was leaving, and said: "Keep following that car. Let's continue the Flower God Festival today. Let's see.
Let’s see what makes Beichen different. Then we can work out an effective battle plan.” That look in his eyes was full of confidence!
"I obey, young master!" Harsh also became serious at this time, looking at the float thoughtfully.
Nalan Luo sat slightly on the flower tea, looking at the onlookers along the way, and then looking at the boys and girls burning incense and scattering flowers in front of the float to guide them, and suddenly felt a little funny. In ancient times, it was possible to sacrifice for a flower god.
Making such a big move. Seeing the people kneeling respectfully along the way, saying "Welcome the envoy of the Flower God", "Hundred Flowers Fairy, Thousand Blessings" and so on, Nalan Luo couldn't help but feel a little emotional. The people under the suppression of the imperial power,
Sure enough, those ignorant thoughts were probably deep-rooted. This surprised her as a person who had traveled through time in modern times. She also secretly had a faint admiration for the monarch of Beichen, Jun Moli. The worship ceremony of the Flower God Festival was so grand,
Without the support of the royal family, it would definitely not be possible. Since ancient times, in order to better suppress the people, the imperial power has used divine power to imprison their thoughts, so that they can only live in peace and contentment under the rule of the imperial power.
While Nalan Luowei was thinking all the way, the float had already arrived at the moat in Shangyang City. At this time, boats of all sizes were docked by the river, with colorful petals floating on the river.
The attendants of the temple and library have already made arrangements. They were waiting here early in the morning and arranged everything carefully.
After the float stopped, a boy and a girl came to Nalan Luowei and respectfully asked her to get off. With the help of the boy and girl, Nalan Luowei was picked up by one of the largest and most luxurious colorful floats.
Boat.
At this time, Nalan Luowei did not forget that there was Ling'er. She ordered one of the girls to find Ling'er for her. The girl looked embarrassed, but in Nalan Luowei's warning eyes, she had no choice but to step forward.
Go and bring Ling'er over. She doesn't dare to offend this messenger of the Flower God whom the temple fair officials took great trouble to invite.
-Ling'er was led by the girl to the colorful boat. Looking at the fairy-like Nalan Luowei, Ling'er's eyes were full of awe. She leaned down and bowed down, not forgetting to say: "Goddess of Flowers"
Empress…”
Nalan Luowei, who was frightened by Ling'er's actions and had black lines on her face, walked forward angrily, dragged her up from the ground, looked at her dazed look, and shouted angrily into her ears: "
Look carefully and see who I am?"
At this time, seeing Nalan Luo Wei's sudden movements, the boys and girls were frightened. This person was originally a fairy in their eyes, but why did he become so human in front of a little girl?
What? It was definitely the little girl's fault. Everyone stared at the stunned Ling'er with resentful eyes. They looked at Nalan Luowei nervously and carefully reminded her not to do anything too big.
Make sure you don't ruin the makeup you put on with so much effort, and it's not easy to do it again.
Nalan Luowei, who was a little tired of being followed by boys and girls, simply drove them out one by one. Before closing the door, he said to them: "Listen, before we reach the shore, you
Don't bother me, otherwise, I will be very angry, and the Flower Goddess will be very angry too!" After saying that, he threw his hands and closed the door.
"Ling'er, are you normal?" Nalan Luo looked at Ling'er who was still in a daze, came to her, and asked worriedly. This girl would not get excited just because she saw the messenger of the Flower God who she thought she was.
Crazy? Thinking about this possibility, Nalan Luowei couldn't help stroking her forehead and sighing. What are they doing? Could it be that she had finally found a right-hand man and was planning to train him well? Is it because of this that she went crazy?
?
"Sister Wei..." Just when Nalan Luo Wei was worried about her future, a gentle call pulled her back from her deep thoughts.
"Ling'er, you're normal!" Nalan Luo looked at Ling'er who was still a little out of condition, and suddenly gritted her teeth. She didn't want to go out with Ling'er before she had worked hard on her plan.
When she was wandering around, Ling'er was stunned. If she had to, she would consider knocking Ling'er out, using violence to fight violence. She believed that Ling'er would wake up.
Nalan Luo Wei, who didn't feel there was anything wrong with her idea at all, was about to take action if Ling'er's next sentence was still that dumbfounded, when she heard Ling'er reply like this: "Sister Wei,
You are so beautiful when you dress up as the Flower Fairy, even Ling'er almost dare not recognize it..." As if knowing Nalan Luowei's uneasy thoughts at this moment, Ling'er opened her two big eyes with an innocent look on her face.
Said.
"Uh huh, you girl, don't you think it's a little late to say these kind words now? Why are you in a daze so early?" Nalan Luo said angrily, and lightly nodded Ling'er's forehead.
.
"Sister Wei, please be gentle. If you do this, Ling'er will be a little stupid..." Ling'er looked at Nalan Luo Wei's movements and said with emotion: "Sister Wei, you are finally as smart as before.
Before you were unconscious, you liked to touch Ling'er's forehead the most, and then say, "You girl...". Later, after you fell ill, you never did this, Ling'er.
I thought you didn’t like Ling’er anymore…” As he spoke, Ling’er’s tears were like dropped pearls, and she burst into tears.