People gathered on both sides of the river, eagerly waiting for the fireworks display to begin.
The most interesting thing about this year's disaster relief meeting is the fireworks display.
According to rumors, in order to prepare for the fireworks this time, the palace deliberately prepared thirty loads of fireworks, waiting for the time to set off the fireworks to get rid of all the evil spirits surrounding the prince.
From the octogenarian old man on a cane to the babbling children, they all came to occupy a seat, wanting to join in the fun and take advantage of the glory.
Jiang Huan bit the candied haws and couldn't help but said in anticipation, "Chen Ruyi, let's go and grab a seat too?"
Jiang Huan doesn't like the roaring noise very much. In Jiang State, such noises are always used to drive away the herds of animals. In her capital, the method used to celebrate is simpler, and it is nothing more than the common people.
Gathering with the royal family to sing and dance, or gather around a bonfire to eat roasted pig and drink strong wine.
But now that he heard that there were more than a hundred styles of fireworks prepared in the palace, Jiang Huan couldn't help but look forward to it, wishing he could get the best seat to take a look.
Chen Ruyi looked at the items on her lap and couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Just put these things back in the carriage, otherwise it will be too difficult to get them in with so many people."
Jiang Huan glanced at it, nodded vigorously in agreement, and then took a shortcut with Chen Ruyi carrying large and small bags.
This shortcut was only discovered by Jiang Huan during the day. Although it was a bit scary to see the darkness after nightfall, Jiang Huan was not afraid because Chen Ruyi and Mengyu were accompanying her.
Just when Jiang Huan stepped into this alley, she seemed to hear a faint sound.
What seemed like a woman's voice came from a deep place, and became louder and louder.
Jiang Huan put his fingers on the sword on his waist, stepped softly, and became more energetic.
The closer he got to that corner, the more clearly Jiang Huan could hear what the voice was shouting.
It's not some female ghost hanging from a beam, but a delicate woman in a snow-colored dress surrounded by a few gangsters and drunkards in a corner.
The woman was so thin that even wearing a veil could not hide her beautiful appearance.
She tightly covered her chest with her hands, guarding extremely vigilantly against the approach of the drunken men.
But after all, it was her own strength that could not stop these drunkards. Her whole weak body looked completely different from these strong men, just like a piece of meat on a felt, ready to be slaughtered.
The drunkards were already drooling at the sight, and their dark and thick arms touched the woman with a leering look.
The woman was sobbing and could only shake her head and cry for help, "Everyone is fine, come and save me, please help me!"
Jiang Huan and Mengyu exchanged glances, and then they both ran away from the walls on both sides.
The sound of a sword being unsheathed broke through the silence. One of the drunken men turned around to look, but he had already been hit in the back of the neck by Jiang Huan.
The drunken man, who was more than eight inches tall, was hit directly on the back of his neck. He lost consciousness in an instant and fell backward in an instant.
Several other drunkards saw this man fall, and then they came to their senses one by one, and their minds became much clearer in an instant.
Jiang Huan's blade returned to the body of the sword again. She held the hilt of the sword and looked at the drunkards with a sneer, "What? How dare you make trouble at the prince's disaster relief meeting?"
The leading drunkard looked at Jiang Huan and Mengyu's thin figures, and they looked like weak scholars pretending to be knights who came to support justice.
The drunk man sneered with disdain, "Where did the little skinny monkey come from to take care of your grandpa's work? I have never played with men before, so I brought it to my door today so that I can eat meat together!"
After that, the drunk man grabbed Jiang Huan.
Jiang Huan's figure was so light that the drunkard couldn't catch her at all. He was even more confused by her figure flashing back and forth, and for a while he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south.
Several other drunkards saw the man being turned around and became dizzy, and they quickly stepped forward to support him, fearing that he would be knocked unconscious by Jiang Huan.
But before they could get closer, Mengyu flew forward and struck several of their necks with the handle of the knife in his hand, knocking them all down.
From beginning to end, it was just a matter of seconds.
The leading man saw that his younger brothers were all knocked down at once, and the arrogance he had just now completely disappeared.
His mouth suddenly started to tremble, and his words were already unreasonable.
The man was holding on to two large axes that had fallen to the ground at some point. His muscular arms now looked fragile.
Jiang Huan did not draw his sword, but pressed the scabbard against the man's neck and sneered, "Kneel down and apologize to this girl."
How could a man do such a shameful thing? The next moment, the blade was unsheathed for three seconds. The man was so frightened that he fell to his knees with a plop, kowtowed repeatedly and said, "Girl, please spare me! I am
I was obsessed for a moment, I had no brains, I was so daring! I hit the girl! You have a lot of girls, please let me go!"
The man kept kowtowing, as if he was afraid that if he kowtowed lightly, the blade would cut his throat open at any time.
The man's eyes were in a trance, his fists were clenched tightly, and the drops of cold sweat gathered in front of the man and turned into a puddle of mud. It was not difficult to see the fear in front of him.
The blade was too close to him, and he could already feel a slight cut on his face, and blood was oozing out.
The woman in snow clothes seemed to be frightened. She shivered in the corner for a long time, her eyes were dull and she couldn't say a word.
Jiang Huan looked at the woman's appearance, but did not approach her. He only asked, "Is there anything wrong with the girl?"
After hearing this, the woman changed her mind slightly.
She raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Huan's place, but the corner was dark and tight, and she faced the entrance of the alley. In the blur, the woman couldn't see anyone at all. She could only vaguely make out the figure of a knight. It was so uncomfortable. Look.
The woman only felt a warm current in her heart, as if the spring breeze of March was blowing on her face, which made her heart that had fallen into the ice cellar warm up a little bit.
The woman clutched her somewhat torn coat and was about to step forward to thank her. Jiang Huan had already taken off his big fur cloak and threw it to the woman, "Just put it on. It's really cold today. Girl, don't freeze."
Already."
After saying that, Jiang Huan raised his hand and turned to leave.
The woman hurriedly caught up and asked, "I haven't asked the young master his name yet!"