Chapter 290 Winter Solstice, Letters from Home and You (9)
"Today is the winter solstice. Your Majesty is also here to visit the princess, so of course you have to look dignified. You should be there during the day, as there are not many opportunities to see the beauty of the sky."
"Oh. What a pity."
Jing'er looked at Ning Yan pretending to be regretful, burst out laughing, stretched out a finger and poked his forehead hard: "You, you... if it were someone else, even if you sharpen your head, you would be close to him.
It would be better for you to hide far away. With your literary talents, if you write a poem to celebrate the winter solstice to please His Majesty, you may not be able to become a scholar."
Are you a scholar...?
Back when he had just traveled through time, Ning Yan wouldn't have minded being a jester, but now he could no longer stand up to a ninth-grade official, so he shook his head and said, "I'm a stiff-backed person, so I can't bend down."
"That's nonsense. How come you can't see it?"
"It's really hard. If you don't believe me, just touch it."
"Begging for a beating~"
Jing'er raised her fist, half-jokingly pretending to hit her. The railing was narrow, and Ning Yan had nowhere to hide, so she subconsciously grabbed her.
The moment their skin touched each other, an electric shock flashed through them, and both of them were stunned for a moment.
Ning Yan didn't expect that Jing'er's fist would hit him so straight, without any change in the style, but as if it was deliberately sent to his palm.
He had just been concentrating on the road and had no time to experience it. Now when he calmed down, he realized that Jing'er's skin was like silk and satin. He felt that he was holding a piece of suet-fat jade, which was smooth and warm, as if it would slip out of his palm with just a little force.
Unknowingly, he had switched from a single button to a reverse grip, and his fingertips rubbed against each other, feeling reluctant to let go.
"Didn't you have enough support just now?"
Jing'er's face was sullen, trying to make herself look more fierce, but what she said was lackluster.
The raised lotus arm opened a corner of the cloak, and the spring scenery inside slowly bloomed with the increasingly rapid breathing.
Ning Yan actually answered by some mistake.
"What if...it's not enough?"
Is this an answer?
Jing'er didn't know, she only knew that Ning Yan's gaze seemed to be getting bolder and bolder.
"You, what are you looking at!"
His voice was as thin as a mosquito's, and his expression was sharp and sullen, which was clearly evident.
Ning Yan's gaze returned to Jing'er's face, the lips that were close at hand trembled slightly, and her cheeks were flushed, as if she had picked up the sunset from the horizon and rubbed it into rouge on her face.
He would rarely use delicious to describe a woman.
Gudong.
Jing'er heard the sound of Ning Yan swallowing saliva and saw his throat twitch.
Looking up at each other, the pounding heartbeat was louder than a thousand words.
Could this bad guy be the calamity befell by the Bodhisattva...
But since it was sent down by Bodhisattva, there is nothing we can do about it, right?
Thinking like this, Jing'er couldn't help but hold her breath and slowly closed her eyes...
Bang.
The sound of fireworks sounded at the right time, shattering the charming atmosphere here.
Jing'er hurriedly opened her eyes, and when she realized what she was doing, she immediately felt ashamed, deliberately took a step back, and whispered: "Why don't you let go quickly."
Ning Yan suddenly came to his senses and let go of his hand in embarrassment, "What the hell...it's already dark, so I can show you my new trick."
After that, he turned over and jumped to the top of the bell tower. I don't know if it was to avoid suspicion, but his movements almost left an afterimage.
Jing'er silently tightened the big cloak around her body and stuck her head out to look at the roof. She saw Ning Yan taking off the big box on his back, clapping both hands on the left and right sides at the same time, and six pieces popped open on both sides of the wooden box.
Small side panels, and then countless butterflies swarmed out, quickly melting into the night.
"My butterfly is also very particular. It seems simple, but in fact, according to the different spiritual patterns carved on the wings, there are six parts on each side, totaling twelve parts, which are divided into twelve earthly branches..."
"For example, this... the Yin wood is in the east, Mao Die! Get up!"
As Ning Yan explained, he began to fight with his hands. The dark night sky suddenly lit up with forest-green starlight. The starlight kept changing its position, and finally formed the symbol of the wooden element.
"Come again. Yang Tu is in the middle, Xu Die! Get up!"
The green fades away, the rich dark yellow lights up, and the earth element returns.
Just the transformation of the twelve earthly branches is still not enough, Ning Yan added: "Not only are the spiritual patterns of the wings different, I also left a mechanism in the middle bearing... The yin axis turns to the yang axis, the earthly branches turn into the heavenly stems. The water of the rivers, Ren
Butterfly! Get up!”
He performed very hard on the top of the bell tower, and Jing'er also gave him enough emotional value in the audience, and occasionally let out surprised exclamations, which was very popular.
After all the changes were displayed one by one, she asked the most crucial question: "What can be done based on the different colors of these butterflies that light up?"
Finally asked!
Ning Yan waited for this question for a long time, raised his chin proudly, and shouted: "Then just wait and see, this is a historic moment..."
As he clasped his palms together, all the stars in the night sky disappeared at the same time.
Just as Jing'er was wondering, the next moment, the stars lit up again, and the colorful lights converged into a huge portrait.
The moment the portrait appeared, Jing'er was completely stunned.
That's her.
It can't even be said to be lifelike, it is completely her.
"Move!"
At the command, the people in the sky suddenly came to life, looking back and swaying, not dull at all, their every frown and every smile was full of spirituality.
It turns out that he had already changed my appearance...
Ning Yan secretly glanced at Jing'er and was very satisfied with her reaction.
You are so stupid! Hehe, this is a scene that even the emperor has never seen before!
After successfully developing a hybrid wheelchair at the altar of the Dharma Assembly last time, after many days of research, his technology tree has climbed up again, and there is no doubt that he will be the first person to perform drones in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Ning Yan is confident in his Yanshu, and one day he will be able to reproduce it even if he doesn't have enough photolithography machines.
But before he could be proud for long, a sudden change occurred.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Tonight's fireworks show finally reached its climax. It was no longer one after another, but dozens of fireworks. The exaggerated movement almost made people think that it was coming from Beiliang.
Controlling the changes of so many butterflies at the same time was also a big test for Ning Yan's spiritual thoughts. Originally, he could only support it with all his strength, but now his mind was distracted, and many butterflies suddenly lost control and fell like snowflakes.
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Ning Yan screamed and quickly jumped off the bell tower to fish it out.
"Hey, what do you think..."
Jing'er's concerned exclamations also came from above, but the top and bottom of the building were far apart, and the sound of fireworks outside was even louder, quickly covering up Jing'er's voice.
"What did you say?"
Ning Yan replied loudly.
Jing'er, who was lying on the edge of the railing, was stunned at first, staring at his face for a long time, and then suddenly seemed to have made some kind of determination, and started to say something loudly again.
"We'll talk about it later!"
Ning Yan covered her ears with one hand and waved to her with the other. She replied with a few words and then immersed herself in searching for the fallen butterflies.
Only from the corner of her eyes occasionally could she see that Jing'er's lips were opening and closing all the time, as if she was saying a lot.
Time passed minute by minute in this luxurious fireworks scene, and that moment of brilliance finally came to an end.
After picking up the last butterfly, Ning Yan returned to the bell tower. Jing'er was sitting obediently on the railing waiting for him, but her cheeks were a little red.
"Have you finished picking them up?"
"Phew, it's noisy and tiring." Ning Yan dug his ears and asked, "By the way, what were you talking about up there just now?"
"Well... I'll scold you."
"real or fake?"
"Guess~"
"This is not what the chief maid of the princess's palace should say."
Jing'er smiled and shook her head: "I've been out for so long, it's time for me to go back."
Ning Yan nodded as if he was belatedly aware of it, paused, and then said, "Then I'll give it to you?"
"No need, you can continue to study your butterflies. I am more familiar with this candle dragon stand than you are." Jing'er hummed, her figure flashed, and when she turned back, she landed in the Thousand Steps Corridor downstairs.
However, just when Ning Yan thought she was about to leave like this, she suddenly turned around and shouted to Ning Yan: "I'll take it as your promise to what I just said!"
"Oh..." Ning Yan responded subconsciously, then suddenly reacted and said loudly: "Wait a minute! Which sentence are you talking about!"
"I don't care, even if I didn't hear you!"
Ning Yan watched her voice disappear into the night with a look of astonishment. He stayed alone on the bell tower for a long time before his face regained its composure.
What Jing'er didn't know was that the confusion in his eyes had disappeared without a trace.
He picked up the wooden box and was about to leave when he couldn't help but look at where Miss Jing was sitting. He hesitated for a long time and finally laughed to himself.
"What a stupid woman... I am also a sixth-grade warrior after all, how could I not be able to hear clearly..."
"Oh, Ning Yan, Ning Yan, you really deserve to die."