After Hu Xiaotian and Yang Lingqi broke up, they returned to Long Xiyue.
Wen Boyuan snorted coldly and said: "Why has Eunuch Hu been gone for so long? Everyone is waiting here for you."
Long Xiyue glared at Wen Boyuan with some dissatisfaction, and said softly: "Young Master Wen should be careful when he speaks, after all, he is outside."
Wen Boyuan became more and more angry. I really don't know what method Hu Xiaotian used to bewitch the princess. He defended him everywhere, and I couldn't even say a word to him.
Hu Xiaotian smiled at Long Xiyue and said, "Sorry, I just felt that the scholar was pitiful, so I chatted a few more words and kept you waiting for a long time."
Long Xiyue smiled and said: "I see you bought two paintings, show me."
Hu Xiaotian said: "I will show it to you to appreciate carefully when I get back."
Long Xiyue nodded, while Wen Boyuan said with great disdain: "It's crude and crude, and it's hard to be elegant."
Hu Xiaotian almost couldn't help but show the painting that represented Yang Lingqi's true level, but after thinking about it, it was better not to get him into trouble. He sneered and said: "What you call crudeness and clumsiness is nothing in my opinion."
It's both clever and clumsy, but it's much better than some people's pretentious and sensational paintings."
Wen Boyuan was unbearable when he said it directly to his face. He said angrily: "Do you know how to draw?"
Hu Xiaotian smiled and said: "I don't know much about it, and I'm not very good at drawing, but I still feel a little better than you."
Wen Boyuan thought that this guy was deliberately irritating him, so he smiled instead of getting angry: "Anyone can say that, but I would like to appreciate Eunuch Hu's paintings another day."
Long Xiyue had never seen Hu Xiaotian paint before. Wen Boyuan's flower and bird paintings were already well-known. She expected that Hu Xiaotian might not be able to surpass him, so she said softly: "I came out tonight to enjoy the lantern show, why are you fighting? Okay.
My mood has been ruined by you."
Hu Xiaotian said: "It's not about grudges. It's about telling the truth. I just can't bear to see others being self-righteous and complacent, blinding their eyesight with a single leaf."
"you……"
Hu Xiaotian said: "I'm not leaving tomorrow anyway. I said Mr. Wen, let's make a bet. How about each of us draws a painting and compare it tomorrow?"
Wen Boyuan has an aloof temperament and has always been arrogant. What's more, in front of Princess Long Xiyue, he loudly said: "Okay! Let's compare!"
Hu Xiaotian said: "Then let Miss Long come up with a question."
Long Xiyue glanced at him with annoyance, obviously thinking that his challenge to Wen Boyuan was meaningless. She said softly: "You two are really boring, Zijuan, please help me think of a topic."
Zicuckoo said: "Then draw my father-in-law...my lady. Whoever draws more like him will win."
Long Xiyue's pretty face turned red: "Nonsense!"
Hu Xiaotian laughed and said: "I think this is a good topic." To be honest, he was really afraid of Zijuan's proposal to paint flowers, birds, fish and insects. After all, he was not good at it, and he was not good at landscapes either. But when it came to portraits, Hu Xiaotian asked himself
If you show off your sketching skills, you will definitely kill a large number of people in an instant. If you use your strengths against Wen Boyuan's weaknesses, you will definitely win.
Wen Boyuan said: "Okay. It's settled. We will take out our paintings at noon tomorrow."
Hu Xiaotian said: "That's not possible."
"No?" Wen Boyuan said in surprise. Immediately, a look of contempt appeared on his face. It was obvious that Hu Xiaotian still had some self-awareness and knew that he could not compete with him in painting, so he retreated when he saw difficulties. It was really the behavior of a villain.
Hu Xiaotian said: "Since it is a game, there will always be winners and losers. Since there are winners and losers, there will be rewards and punishments. We have to bet something."
Only then did Wen Boyuan realize what he meant. He nodded and said, "You decide what you want to bet on."
Hu Xiaotian glanced at Xueqiu in Zicuckoo's arms and said: "We are all our own people, so don't hurt the harmony. Whoever loses among us can learn how to bark like a dog?"
Wen Boyuan was startled for a moment, thinking that only this eunuch could come up with such a sinister idea. Do you think I'm afraid of you? In terms of painting, literary talent, martial arts, and character, how will I lose to you? Tomorrow you will learn to be a dog.
It was a given, so he nodded and said, "Okay!"
"It's a deal!" The two high-fived, finally settling the matter.
At this time, gongs and drums were blaring in front of the sky, but a long, shining golden dragon was seen tumbling and dancing in the crowd. The people onlookers suddenly became excited because of the arrival of the dragon lantern, and cheered.
Those who wave the dragon lanterns are all young men with sharp eyesight, strong bodies and excellent dancing skills. Regardless of the cold weather, they still wear shirtless leggings and blend in with the dragon's writhing. The lights don't go out, the dragons don't stop, and the firecrackers continue wherever the dragon lanterns go.
Continuously, fireworks filled the air, and onlookers were overwhelmed.
In order to welcome the dragon lanterns into the house, some families lined up thirty-six pairs of large firecrackers in front of the door. Tens of thousands of firecrackers were fired, hoping that those brave enough to enter the house would have a try. When the dragon lanterns entered the house, the firecrackers and firecrackers flying into the air exploded as the dragon lanterns entered the house.
Flowers are everywhere. At this time, except for the lights on each section of the dragon lantern, all other lights are turned off. The lantern dragon dances in the afterglow of firecrackers and fireworks, which is very spectacular. The bold lantern watchers cheer and scream and get under the dragon. This is called Zhanlong
Light, and it is said that the dragon is a mascot for having many children and grandchildren, and the word "lantern" comes from "fire" and from "ding". If you wear a dragon lantern, you can have a prosperous life and a prosperous life.
Hu Xiaotian suddenly took Long Xiyue's hand and crawled under the dragon lantern. Long Xiyue let out a sweet cry, her beautiful eyes shining with happiness and excitement. As soon as they moved, Wen Boyuan and the group of warriors hurriedly followed them in. Hu Xiaotian
Leading Long Xiyue around, the group of warriors clearly saw that they were right in front of them and were still a few steps behind them before they could catch up. However, Hu Xiaotian didn't know that he had used the Eighteen Steps of Hide the Dog.
After crawling under the dragon lantern for several times, Hu Xiaotian and Long Xiyue stopped at the dragon's tail. Long Xiyue's pretty face turned crimson, and she was panting, with a bright spring smile on her face.
Only then did Wen Boyuan and his group rush over. Wen Boyuan naturally still had an angry look on his face, but he didn't dare to get angry in front of Long Xiyue.
Long Xi Yuesheng was afraid that Wen Boyuan would cause trouble for Hu Xiaotian again, so he took the initiative to explain to him: "I led him to get into the dragon lantern."
Wen Boyuan secretly sighed in his heart, did Princess Anping really think that he was blind? I wonder what kind of magical power this eunuch had that made the princess of the dynasty protect him like this.
Hu Xiaotian smiled and said: "The key to making lanterns is the word "noisy". I said Mr. Wen, does someone owe you money? You keep a straight face all day long, life is like a grass and autumn, why can't you live happily in your short youth?
How about some happy ones?"
Wen Boyuan said coldly: "Wen has a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, so we don't dare to be careless in the slightest." He took a step towards Long Xiyue and whispered: "Miss, it's getting late, we should go back."
Long Xiyue looked at the scene of fireworks, singing and laughter in front of her, and she felt infinite nostalgia in her heart, but she also understood that even the happiest things would come to an end. She was about to nod in agreement, but she saw the crowds around her rushing towards her.
It turned out that the big stage in front was preparing to throw embroidered balls, so the people rushed over to watch the fun.
Hu Xiaotian saw that Long Xiyue was still reluctant to leave, so he smiled and said: "Why don't you go over there and watch the excitement."
Long Xiyue had a tacit understanding with him and said softly: "That's fine! Let's go back after taking a look."
When Wen Bo heard what Long Xiyue said, he could no longer object. A group of people escorted Long Xiyue to the Guanlan Street stage. The stage was brightly lit and colorful, and hydrangeas were thrown in many places.
It is a custom that when a girl reaches the age of marriage, she will make a date on a certain day, usually the 15th day of the first lunar month or the 15th day of the eighth lunar month. Let the suitors gather under the embroidery tower. The girl will hold the hydrangea in her hand and see her husband.
, so he throws the hydrangea to his body so that his sweetheart can pick it up. However, throwing hydrangeas is usually done during the day. You have to see the important events in your life before throwing them, and the place where you throw the hydrangeas is often the lady's embroidery building.
Choosing to do it at night and on a grand stage is also the first time on Guanlan Street. It should just be a performance to enliven the atmosphere.
When they arrived at the place, they found that as expected, there was a group of warriors on the stage doing somersaults. The somersaults were high and flying, which attracted bursts of cheers from the crowd. After they got off, four more shirtless and muscular men came to the stage.
, waving the fire sticks in their hands, the fire sticks burning at both ends were like shooting stars as they danced, changing different trajectories, and the audience naturally cheered and thundered.
Long Xiyue clapped her palms red in the audience. Hu Xiaotian looked at her with love and pity in his heart. This pampered princess had probably never felt such freedom before.
Wenbo looked at Long Xiyue's beautiful face from afar, but his heart became more and more entangled. Before setting off this time, his father had repeatedly warned him that he must stop this marriage and never allow Long Xiyue to marry smoothly.
For Xue Daoming, the most direct way to prevent this marriage is to get rid of Long Xiyue, but...deep in his heart, he has always admired this beautiful and innocent princess. For her, he even asked Wenya to help deliver paintings, but it was a pity that
Luo Hua intended to be ruthless, but Long Xiyue remained unmoved. Last time, for Hu Xiaotian, the little eunuch threatened his father with a fake painting. Thinking of this, Wen Boyuan felt like a knife was piercing his heart.
At this time, the crowd of onlookers burst into cheers, and then they saw a charming girl on the stage, walking slowly with lotus steps. She was wearing a red dress. In such a cold night, the silk dress was so thin that she seemed not to be afraid of the cold.
. She turned around in a circle on the stage, her grace was infinite, and bursts of faint fragrance came to the surroundings. A pair of clear water eyes glanced at the crowd, almost everyone thought she was looking at themselves, so
The beauty makes people confused. Could it be that she is a fairy from the sky who accidentally fell to earth?
Hu Xiaotian saw the girl's appearance clearly, and was shocked. The fairy-like figure on the stage was actually Xi Yan. Thinking of his previous experience of fighting against the witch Xi Yan, Hu Xiaotian suddenly became nervous. This witch was so cunning and cunning.
His martial arts skills and scheming were not inferior to his own, and his appearance in Tianbo City was no accident. An urgent sense of crisis came to his heart, and Hu Xiaotian said to Long Xiyue: "Miss, we should go back." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature.
