Gong Yun'ao looked at Zimo with a gloomy face, and said coldly: "If you don't do your job well, go back and get twenty military sticks!"
When Zimo heard this, he had an expression of unspeakable helplessness on his face, and he moved his mouth aggrievedly, "Master, this...can't blame this subordinate!"
Gong Yun gave him an arrogant look, then turned his gaze to the three people who were an eyesore, and said in a non-serious tone: "What do you think?"
Zimo walked silently behind him, shaking his head to himself, what an unlucky guy he was! He failed to deal with the aftermath of his master and caused a lot of trouble again.
Shu Yao saw such a lively scene for the first time. Everyone's head was covered with bright purple and red, and a faint fragrance floated around their bodies.
Even the literati wore five or six delicate little flowers on their heads, which made people couldn't help but say: How wonderful!
Shu Yao was immediately attracted, and was so excited that she couldn't take her eyes away. There were many folk women in costumes, with cloudy hair, misty hair, and long flowing gowns. They were either heroic or free and easy. Their every smile and every move was like a fairy tale.
Full of ancient charm.
There was a huge crowd in front of them. Shu Yao walked over curiously and couldn't help but ask: "What are all the people in front doing? They look so solemn."
Ling Hanjing and Shu Yao were walking side by side. Following her gaze, Ling Hanjing smiled faintly and said slowly: "They are praying to the God of Flowers!"
Shu Yao blinked her beautiful eyes, puzzled, "Sacrifice to the Flower God?"
Seeing that Shu Yao was confused, Ling Han smiled quietly and explained Shu Yao's confusion: "Hundred Flowers Sacrifice is an extremely solemn and sacred matter. Before the ceremony, one must fast and bathe for one to two days. The flower gods put hairpins on flowers to worship and celebrate Baihua's birthday.
, I pray for a bright future and a prosperous country.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the "Twelve Flower Gods" appeared elegantly in costumes, with five-color silk hairpins on the flower trees, dancing in the melodious sound of drums, worshiping the flower gods, reading sacrificial texts, offering wine, offering incense, and hairpins.
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Celebrate your birthday with a hundred flowers!
Shu Yao was fascinated, "That's it! It's so grand! This is my first time seeing it!"
"Sister Yao'er, let's go pray together!" Yun Xiang happily took Shu Yao's arm and walked towards an apricot tree.
Shu Yao saw many women tying red paper, red thread or colorful paper, and ribbons to the flower branches as gifts to the God of Flowers. She didn't know what was written on them!
"Sister Yao'er, you can also write your wishes on it and hang it on the apricot tree. This is called praying for blessings." After Yunxiang finished speaking, he leaned close to her ear and glanced sideways at Gong Yun behind him.
Ao said ambiguously: "For example, find a good husband."
"Fuck you." Shu Yao snarled, causing Yun Xiang to giggle non-stop.
Behind him, Gong Yun'ao pursed his lips slightly, his eyes full of expectation. He couldn't hear anything. His hearing was very good. Don't forget, he had the White Wolf King's hearing, which was very sharp!
Shu Yao leaned on Yun Xiang's shoulder and teased: "You're still talking about me! I think you need to find a suitable husband. Seeing how young you are, you can't stand the loneliness and want to get married."
According to the past, Yunxiang had already been embarrassed to mingle with Shuyao. Now she seemed to have not heard and looked away motionlessly.
Shu Yao then raised her head and looked over curiously, and saw a slight sadness covering Ling Hanjing's eyebrows, as if she couldn't get rid of it. Then, she carefully folded the prayer she had written, with a pious gaze.
Tie the red paper to the apricot tree.
Shu Yao and Yun Xiang looked at each other and understood what she wanted.
Seeing this, Shu Yao also felt entangled in her heart. Bei Mingye told her that someone wanted to buy Yiye Guhong's life. She couldn't guess who else besides the Gu family would be suspected of this.
The Nether Palace would not tell her the mastermind behind it, but if she told Ling Hanjing, not only would it not be able to help her, but it would actually harm her, so it was better to be patient and wait for the opportunity.
She could only pray that Gong Yun'ao could collect all the evidence as soon as possible and uproot the Gu family, so as to save Ling Hanjing from the fire and water.
Feng Chen quietly followed Ling Hanjing, and when he saw her making a sincere wish, a glimmer of hope arose in his heart.
Although he knew that he could not say a word in her prayers, people were like this and always had unrealistic illusions about the people they liked.
If you like someone, you will pay attention to that person all the time, and you will especially care about what the other person thinks, because their every move, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy will affect your heart.
No matter what she does, you want to know. If she is happy, you will be happy! Some actions may even make you jealous, like now, watching her pray for another man while sulking alone.
So Feng Chen came to her angrily and hung the red note he wrote next to Ling Hanjing's red prayer paper, as if he was angry and wanted to put it between them.
Yunxiang's mind was spinning. She slowly spread out the red paper and wrote without hesitation: May Brother Hong's wishes come true, be safe and happy.
Shu Yao looked at the red paper and thought for a long time. She came to another world. Although she was not rich and powerful, she had achieved a little success. What should she pray for? At this time, she suddenly thought of the original owner's instructions to her when he left...
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Thinking of this, she took up her pen and wrote down a few words of blessing, and neatly tied them to the high branches of the apricot tree.
Yunxiang glanced at the high place and kept smacking her lips. Then, her little head came over and shouted: "What did you write? You won't let me see it, but it's tied so high."
"If I don't tell you, it won't work if I say it." Shu Yao handed her a charming smile, then clapped her hands, turned around gracefully, and said, "Let's go."
Yunxiang was a little unwilling, so she hurriedly approached Feng Chen and asked: "Feng Chen, do you know what your boss wrote? It's so mysterious."
"I want to know too." Feng Chen shrugged, thinking that before the boss had time to read those wildly cursive characters, he folded them up neatly and hung them high.
Alas! It’s such a pity that I couldn’t see the boss’s prayer.
Seeing this, Zimo came over to join in the fun and asked, "Will the Lord of the Country pray for His Highness the Third Highness?"
Upon hearing this, several people turned to look at Gong Yun'ao at the same time, seeing him standing there with his hands down, unmoved, staring blankly at the apricot blossom tree covered in red.
As several people walked along, there were unique rest stops located in several unique and different pavilions. Visitors could listen to music, taste tea, paint, and play chess here, so happy!
Worshiping the God of Flowers, making flower orders, and eating flower cakes...the scenery in this flower dynasty is even more beautiful.
Shu Yao and others were praying for blessings while admiring the flowers. They saw many women folding the flowers and wearing them in their hair when they saw the beautiful flowers. For a while, they couldn't tell whether there were more flowers or more people wearing them.
Shu Yao couldn't help but admire: "This custom of hairpins is quite interesting."
Ling Hanjing's eyes were fixed on a young man and woman. When he saw the young man put a broken flower on the girl's head, the girl smiled shyly.
This scene made her sigh with emotion: "Yes! The flowers picked by the young man are for the girl he likes."
When Gong Yunao behind him heard this, he slowly walked towards the clusters of peonies, folded his big hand, took out one of the most beautiful peonies, and came to Shu Yao.
The corners of Gong Yun'ao's lips raised slightly, and under Shu Yao's surprised gaze, she pinned the blooming peony flower into Shu Yao's hair.
Shu Yao was so shocked that she took a step back and stroked the peony on the edge of her bun. She felt that her head weighed a thousand pounds. She was hesitant to pick it or not. Her little hand stopped in mid-air while struggling.
Ling Hanjing had just finished saying that the flowers picked by the boy were hairpins for the girl he liked, and then Gong Yun'ao tied the flowers on her head.
The corners of Gong Yun'ao's eyes and brows showed unconcealable joy, and he couldn't help but praise softly: "Sister Yao, this flower is for you, you will definitely look beautiful wearing it!"
Yunxiang and others looked at it in surprise, but they couldn't stop snickering in their hearts. These three highnesses really have their own tricks.
At this time, in the corner, a sharp gaze penetrated the gap in the crowd. The gaze was like a sword tempered with ice. It was ferocious, cold, evil, and like a ferocious beast lurking in the darkness, ferocious and bloodthirsty.
The folding fan shaking in his hand suddenly stopped, and then, a muffled "click" sound was heard. Under the urging of the internal force, the folding fan folded into two pieces and fell alone on the ground.
Behind him, a woman in white clothes saw this, her gleaming eyes suddenly looked at the handsome man, and she whispered worriedly: "Lord?"
That's right, the man in the corner is none other than Young Master Wu Jue, the Lord of Netherworld Palace, Bei Mingye.
He squinted his eyes slightly and saw that Shu Yao did not refuse, and there was a feeling of irritability in his chest.
He didn't know why he felt uncomfortable in his heart, but an idea suddenly flashed in his mind, causing his evil smile to gradually deepen at the corners of his eyes.
Then, Bei Mingye disappeared on the street corner.
However, Bei Mingye didn't see it. When he turned around, Shu Yao took off the hairpin from his hair, and Gong Yun'ao's eyes dimmed a little bit.
Shu Yaoqing smiled lightly, and said to Gong Yun'ao with a sense of humor and ease in her words: "Third brother, I am short of gold in the five elements, and I only want to get rich, so this flower is not suitable for a woman like me.
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Shu Yao's self-deprecating humor not only did not embarrass Gong Yun'ao in public, but actually gave him face.
Gong Yun'ao laughed helplessly and bitterly: "Sister Yao'er, how can you talk about yourself like this? You are rejecting..."
"Third brother, my mother told me not to let me come out and make fun of others." After Shu Yao said humorously, he glanced at the three people who were watching the excitement and didn't mind it, and winked secretly. The three people looked at
, and wisely kept a little distance.
Shu Yao then turned her head with relief. She had no choice but to hurt her if she didn't want to. She took a deep breath and said to Gong Yun'ao in a low voice: "Third brother, my heart is like flowing water and an untiring flower. I am like the bright moon. Don't fall in love with me."
Gong Yun'ao listened and was silent for a long time. He deeply felt as if his heart was being cut with a knife.
However, in front of her, he couldn't show too much sadness and still maintained his last bit of dignity as a man.
Gong Yun'ao stared at Shu Yao, his eyes were clear and bright, and the depths of his eyes were filled with pure affection: "Yao Yao, third brother will not give up. Finally one day, you will accept third brother."
Shu Yao smiled awkwardly, with a hint of a tendency to chase people away, "Third brother, it's getting dark. Isn't there a banquet in the palace? You should go back."