Rescue Little White Flower

The joy came so fast.

But when she wanted to ask more, Shenjun turned her head away and focused on the surrounding paving. Only the crimson dyed on her white ears exposed her emotions at this time.

I found a place for dinner. The two people knew that today was the Lantern Festival on earth, and there was a lively lantern festival in the evening.

Before the sky was completely dark, the surroundings gradually became lively. Various lanterns were hung at both ends of the street. Following the flow of people, the two walked to the river and found a group of people surrounded.

"What are they doing?"

Zhao Xingyue asked curiously.

"What kind of event is supposed to be held," Shen Qingwei grabbed an old lady with her hand and asked: "Aunty, what are you doing with such a lively front?"

"Are you from outside the city? Are you just coming to the capital? In front of us, the richest man in Dayan is holding a competition to win the lights!"

Without saying a few words, the auntie was squeezed away by the crowd.

There were more and more people, and even Shen Qingwei was squeezed forward. She was afraid that she would be separated from Zhao Xingyue. She hurriedly looked back, but her hand was pulled strongly, and her body was directed in one direction.

"Be careful."

Falling into Zhao Xingyue’s arms, Shen Qingwei’s face blushed. At this time, she realized that among the crowd squeezing, Zhao Xingyue and the people around them seemed to be very close, but in fact they were always separated by a certain distance. And as she advances, the crowd will involuntarily make way for her.

Shen Qingwei then realized with hindsight that she was not a mortal thing.

She embarrassedly wanted to break free from Zhao Xingyue's arms, but her hand was grasped forcefully, and her slender fingers were drawn into her palms and inserted between her fingers. Lord Shenjun looked forward and said calmly: "Ren Tai Many, I hold you, it’s not easy to go away."

Shen Qingwei blinked, leaving behind the fact that she is now a god.

She interlocked with Zhao Xingyue's ten fingers, like a real husband and wife, squeezing to the river.

In order to avoid crowds and falling into the water, a row of wooden railings was installed by the river, which was painted dark red with varnish. There was a break in the middle, and a platform extended downward. At the end of the platform, there was a frame. Flower stand on the river.

"Ayue, look, it's so beautiful."

It's really beautiful.

A mortal may not have the power of the gods to reach the sky, but he has a pair of skillful hands.

"Capture the Lights competition has a quarter of an hour to start. The rules for this year's competition are as follows -"

Surrounded by the crowd, a man in Jiading costume came out, holding a red paper in his hand, and reading aloud the rules of this year's Capture the Lights competition.

"In order to wish me a prosperous and prosperous age and talented people, there are three lower levels of the flower stand. Contestants must compose a poem. The top 21 can choose a lantern to take away. The third floor of the flower stand..."

The so-called "Raising the Lights" competition is nothing more than a lively and elegant appearance.

As soon as the Qian family announced the rules, the registration point was full of scholars.

Registration requires a registration fee, but it is not expensive, a penny per person.

"Ayue, do you want to try?"

Zhao Xingyue's gaze lingered on the flower stand for a moment, from the rabbit lamp at the bottom to the lotus lamp hanging at the top all the way.

"Do you want it?" she asked in a low voice.

Shen Qingwei: "As long as it is something your Highness gives, I like it."

Zhao Xingyue frowned slightly, "I said, you don't need to call me your Highness."

Shen Qingwei smiled softly: "A Yue."

Zhao Xingyue's expression was relaxed, and she took her to the place where she signed up. Naturally, the money came from Shen Qingwei. Lord Shenjun never carried anything like gold or silver on her body. He really wanted to give the money a crystal. I'm afraid to scare the individual to death.

Participants were taken to a high platform. As a family member, Shen Qingwei was left in place.

"The one who participated in the contest is your father-in-law?" A woman talked to Shen Qingwei, chucking her mouth and laughing, "Your husband is really handsome."

Of course the **** has an unparalleled face, even if she pretends to be a mortal, Shen Qingwei is not willing to make her half ugly.

Hearing such words, her possessiveness made her want to hide Zhao Xingyue privately, but her desire to show off made her smile, shy and silent.

It was obvious that Zhao Xingyue was more than the one who spoke to Shen Qingwei.

"Yeah, both Zhilan and Yushu have participated in this competition. Who is the gentleman who wears black clothes over there? He is so handsome and he is about to compare both Zhilan and Yushu."

"Don't talk nonsense, Young Master Zhilan is the most handsome, how could he—Oh, where did this man come from? He was born so beautiful and looks like a god."

"I don't know which son he is, whether he is married or not..."

With the ear power of Lin Zhilan and Zhan Yushu, everyone's conversations were naturally collected. Both of them were famous noble sons in the capital. They were outstanding and talented. Because of the coincidence of their names, they were jointly named Zhilan Yushu. It is sought after by countless people.

This is the first time the two have been compared by another.

The two looked at each other, and at the same time set their eyes on the most outstanding person on the court.

"This Xiongtai..."

...

Frustrated, or frustrated.

It is the first time that Lin Zhilan and Zhan Yushu have met such a person who is so hard and hard.

No matter what they said or asked, the other party either answered a word or two, or just ignored them, their attitude was extremely cold.

Both of them are arrogant people. If Zhao Xingyue's appearance and temperament were not really outstanding, they would not take the initiative to lower their stature to make friends. I didn't expect to get such a response.

Zhao Xingyue’s lukewarm attitude caused dissatisfaction in Zhan Yushu’s heart. He didn’t have to ask Zhao Xingyue to get acquainted with himself, but Lin Zhilan, not at all angry at Zhao Xingyue’s attitude, but shook the fan and said: "You don’t think Brother Zhao It's actually very cute."

"Cute?" Zhan Yushu couldn't believe that these two words were spoken from his friend.

Lin Zhilan blinked, "Isn't it cute?"

He is much more careful than Zhan Yushu. At a glance, he can see that the material of Zhao Xingyue's clothes is extraordinary, coupled with the unique temperament that is difficult to conceal even if it is deliberately disguised. After a few words of exchange, it is not difficult for him to see the essence of Zhao Xingyue.

Simple, direct, and indifferent probably because of bad words.

Although Shen Qingwei did not deliberately listen, the conversation between the two still fell into her ears without a word.

The corners of her smiling lips gradually dropped.

Even if Lin Zhilan and Zhan Yushu were not known before, after standing here for so long, she also learned the identity of the two from others.

But what about the high-ranking noble son of the capital?

It's just a mortal.

But Lin Zhilan's words really made her feel a sense of crisis.

At this time, the Xingyue God Lord was not like the Zhao Xingyue she had ever known. He had no omissions about people's mental arithmetic, and he could play people in his palms while talking and laughing.

If Lin Zhilan discovered Zhao Xingyue's nature and deliberately pleased her, it would actually easily attract the other's attention.

Zhao Xingyue didn't think so much. She was not good at communicating, and she didn't like to communicate. Friends from the God Realm could count it by counting her fingers. It was the kind of relationship that might not have met the last time for thousands of years.

It is not that Lin Zhilan and Zhan Yushu deliberately talked about her without noticing, but she has never cared about people and things that are of no importance. Her only concern at this time was how she would win the top lantern.

The game started soon.

Poetry, poetry, and poetry, to the **** of stars and moon, who has lived for years, is just a skill at hand.

She quickly advanced all the way and reached the last level.

Of the dozens of people who participated in the competition, in the end, only three were left.

This last level tests martial arts.

The servants of the Qian family held a wooden plate covered with red cloth on which were three delicate small swords.

"Throwing with a sword, whoever shoots through the three rings tied on the flower stand first will be the winner of the lantern on the top."

This game is difficult to say, but simple is not easy.

The ring is about one foot away from the three of them. Although it is not far away, the ring is no more than a palm. In such a dim environment, it is not easy to shoot.

After several rounds of games, with Lin Zhilan's deliberate graciousness, Zhao Xingyue finally started to get the two of them together.

For Lin Zhilan and Zhan Yushu, this game is not difficult. The difficult thing is who makes the first shot. After all, both of them are 70-80% sure of hitting the ring, but unfortunately there is only one lantern.

Lin Zhilan humbly said: "Why don't you come first as Brother Zhao."

Zhao Xingyue didn't know what modesty was, and immediately said, "Okay."

When throwing the small sword, she turned her head and glanced in Shen Qingwei's direction. Shen Qingwei was taken aback for a moment, and then she gave her a big smile.

Zhao Xingyue turned her head and raised the small sword in her hand. Only then did Shen Qingwei realize why she suddenly turned her head and glanced at herself.

In the previous rounds of games, Zhao Xingyue relied entirely on his luck and personal strength, from beginning to end, he did not come up with any abilities beyond the mortal world.

But this time, Shen Qingwei clearly felt the divine power fluctuations attached to the small sword.

God monarch actually cheated?

Of course, this is nothing cheating. Lin Zhilan and Zhan Yushu will also use their own internal strength, but Zhao Xingyue has always pretended to be mortals, and honestly followed the rules of mortals from beginning to end. Now they suddenly used their divine power, Shen Qingwei It feels funny, it turns out that the gods are also eager to win.

However, even with the supernatural power, the accuracy of the head of the **** is obviously worse. The small sword smoothly passes through the ring, which is difficult for others to detect. However, Shen Qingwei saw that there was a sharp scratch on the ring. The ring was about to split in two on the spot and fell from the flower stand.

She pursed her lips and smiled, and got a stare from the gods.

"Okay!" The mortals around were ignorant of this. Seeing the small sword cross the circle, they immediately applauded.

The **** in Shen Qingwei's eyes blushed to the base of her neck. Fortunately, the red light cast by candlelight was everywhere, but no one noticed her unnatural expression.

The three of them had three flying swords, but none of them passed through the ring smoothly.

Lin Zhilan arched her hands and said: "The visitor is a guest. This lantern should be regarded as a gift from Brother Zhao."

Zhan Yushu has long been convinced by Zhao Xingyue's heroic fonts and poems. Although she is still a little unhappy with her indifference, she still awkwardly said: "I got the headlight last year. Let me give it to Brother Zhao this year."

"Then can I take it away?"

"Of course, of course." The organizer's old man Qian smiled and said with a smile: "Come here--"

Halfway through his words, he grew his mouth.

I saw Zhao Xingyue, who was originally stepping on the platform, suddenly pointed his toes and jumped into the air. After pulling the top lantern from the flower stand, he fell into the crowd and handed the lantern in his hand to a green shirt. woman.

The Qian Jiajiading who took out the spare lantern from the backstage: "..."

Lin Zhilan and Zhan Yushu: "..."

Shen Qingwei was also stunned. Of course, she knew that although the prize for the competition was the lantern on the flower stand, for aesthetic reasons, the actual prize was actually not the lantern taken from the flower stand. What's the point of taking a clean, hard work for a few days?

But this did not prevent her from showing her the brightest smile when Zhao Xingyue walked over the moon.

"Give it to you."

"His Royal Highness."

Zhao Xingyue stubbornly said: "Ayue."

"Ayue. I'm very happy." She took the lantern, but didn't let go. Instead, she grabbed Zhao Xingyue's hand and stared at her closely, saying, "I, very, open, heart."

"Ayue, thank you."

Even the crowd of onlookers saw something was wrong from the confrontation between the two at this time.

Zhao Xingyue's happy expression gradually subsided. She looked at Shen Qingwei and asked, "Are you leaving?"

Shen Qingwei shook her head, "It's not that I'm leaving, but the time is up."

She thought that even if she could not bring back Zhao Xingyue's spirit, she could still stay in this **** realm, but starting today during the day, she vaguely felt something wrong with her body.

Although she is a living form of the Xingyue Temple, she is not a person of this world after all.

Zhao Xingyue grabbed her hand, "You are not allowed to go, I am not allowed to go."

Regardless of the people around, Shen Qingwei stood on her toes and dropped a kiss on her lips.

"But your Highness, the time is up."

There was a sudden uproar around--

When she kissed Zhao Xingyue, the disguise on the latter's body disappeared due to the release of divine power.

Zhao Xingyue's appearance is really in line with mortals' imagination of gods, fluttering in white, beautiful and unparalleled, and there is a faint brilliance on his body.

Someone knelt down immediately.

"The god, the **** has appeared."

However, Zhao Xingyue looked at Shen Qingwei stubbornly, and the two eyes met, as if they had forgotten everything about the outside world.

Lin Zhilan and Zhan Yushu stared blankly at Zhao Xingyue, who had suddenly changed from a man to a woman. They would not kneel down to worship like ordinary people around, but the shock in their hearts can be imagined.

"Knowing that Ayue lives well in the God Realm, I am very happy. I hope that even without me, Ayue can take good care of herself..."

The divine power was passing by, Shen Qingwei knew that when all the divine power was lost, it was the time when she returned to the fairyland.

She has given up her plan to bring Zhao Xingyue back to the immortal realm. Obviously, Zhao Xingyue lives better in this place-there is no fear of her immortals, her family still exists in this world, and she is not alone.

"His Royal Highness, goodbye."