Chapter 24 Flower God Weaving

In the original script, Yu Wenyao put on men's clothes before coming out of the palace in order to facilitate her journey.

Now he plays Yu Wenyao is indeed a man, and some unnecessary entanglements can be ignored directly.

So Fang Zhi glanced at the person beside him.

It doesn't matter whether he is, it is the identity of this...

Seeing the young man looking at him, Zhuang Mu couldn't help but put a smile on his lips, and said to the store owner in front of him, "I need that room if I trouble you."

The store owner responded with a hello and led the two of them to the room on the second floor. Along the way, he enthusiastically introduced the Flower God Festival to the two of them.

"The Flower God Festival is the biggest festival in our county. Bless you with lush flowers and trees in the next few years and a plentiful harvest. By the way, we will also hold a lantern show tonight. If you have nothing to do after dinner, you can go shopping in Qian Street. ," the shopkeeper winked at them, "Maybe we will meet the destined person."

After the two were sent to the room, the store owner didn't bother any more, saying that if there was anything, he could ask the store staff to deal with it at any time, and then left.

The room was clean and spacious, more than enough for two people.

There was no major plot at the moment, Fang Zhi walked around the room, touched here, touched there, and finally sat down at the table, turned over the teacup on the table, lifted the teapot and poured a full cup into it. Tea.

The tea is scalding hot, and a mist of warm water rises when poured into the cup.

Fang Zhi picked up the teacup and observed the light carefully, and then tried to drink the tea in the cup.

But it was the same as the glass of wine during the audition, and didn't taste anything.

Lin Ji didn't speak, just watched the young man wandering around the room quietly, remembering that before the show started, his friend told him that the owner of the house seemed to touch everything, and he couldn't help but chuckle. Voice.

It wasn't until then that Fang Zhi remembered that there was another person in the room. He put down the teacup and looked straight at him.

Lin Ji met his gaze, walked to the seat opposite him, sat down, and smiled at the young man.

"thanks."

Fang Zhi glanced at him, opened another cup, and poured a cup of tea for the other party.

Lin Ji took it with a smile.

After that, neither of the two said a word, but the atmosphere was strangely not embarrassing at all.

There is even a subtle harmony.

As night fell, the two of them had a major show in the light show.

Zhuang Mu leaned against the window, watching the lanterns lit up and hung high, turned around and asked Yu Wenyao with a light smile, "Why don't you go out for a walk?"

The latter said yes.

Both Zhuang Yu and Zhuang Yu are handsome in appearance and have good temperament. Walking on the street full of lanterns forms a landscape of their own, which attracts many girls to frequently turn their heads, or blushing to their best friends and whispering.

When passing by the Flower Temple, the two also followed the crowd and went in to worship.

Speaking of the severe drought more than 20 years ago, there have been no major epidemics and disasters since then. Every year, the weather is good, the crops are abundant, and the country is prosperous and the people are safe.

Zhuang Mu naturally hopes that his people can live such a life.

The expression on his face became more pious.

The young man looked at the serious and focused profile of the Emperor, and his attention was completely attracted inadvertently.

After the two of them worshiped the flower god, they didn't walk far from the temple when they saw a very high platform not far away.

Yu Wenyao was used to being clean on weekdays, but at this moment she was secretly hiding something in her heart, but she wanted to join in the fun.

Zhuang Mu didn't actually love a place with many people, but when he saw Yu Wenyao going there, he walked over with him.

Just like a taste of some local customs.

As soon as the two got closer, they saw a petite woman standing on the high platform, shaking a bright red cloth in her hands.

Zhuang Mu looked at the onlookers beside him and asked what the woman was holding.

"That, it's Flower God Ori," the person who was asked answered enthusiastically, with obvious pride and pride, "Before the Flower God Festival, we will select twelve people with the best craftsmanship and use The unique technique embroiders twelve different flowers on silk cloth of various colors, and then sends them out during these days and nights.”

"It is said that the people who get the flower god weaving will soon have luck on them!"

"So it is." Zhuang Mu nodded with a smile and thanked him.

"There are three legends about the Flower God Festival, and this is one of them." The man was interested and continued to introduce to Zhuang Mu, "The second is if two people worship the Flower God together, and they still have the same thoughts in their hearts. If it happens, they will be together for a long time."

"What about the third one?" Zhuang Mu asked.

"Have you seen this long street with lanterns?" The enthusiastic residents raised their hands and gestured.

"It is said that a person who walks the entire long street, silently counting dozens of times under the lanterns, will immediately meet his destined person."

Zhuang Mu finally understood now, what the innkeeper said originally meant this.

He smiled again and thanked him.

Just at this time, the woman on the high platform held up a ball of red silk in her hand and threw it up high.

The eyes of everyone in the audience closely followed the bright red.

During the fall, the night wind blew the red silk cloth.

Zhuang Mu originally only planned to watch, but when he looked at it, he found that Fang Hongbu was about to fall on Yu Wenyao.

The latter seems to be thinking about something, and the whole person is clearly in a state of distraction, and he has no sense of what is happening around him.

Without even thinking about it, Zhuang Mu rushed to the youth's side and called out his name at the same time.

"Wen Yao!"

Yu Wenyao suddenly recovered.

It was just that the red silk had already fallen on top of his head, and the vision in front of him was replaced by a whole piece of bright red in an instant.

The sudden change made him panic, almost instinctively struggling with his hands and feet, as if trying to break free from the big net that trapped him on this side.

His movements were too big, and Zhuang Mu came in a hurry.

As soon as he helped him lift the corner of the red cloth, he was caught off guard by Yu Wenyao and hit him, and he was also led to fall backwards.

Zhuang Mu didn't have any other thoughts in his mind. He just stretched out his hand while falling down, trying his best to protect the young man who bumped into him.

The bright red flower god weaving was lifted by the wind.

fell again.

But this time it covered two people.

Yu Wenyao put her hands on Zhuang Mu's side, with a very surprised expression on her face, and even looked at the man who was pressed down by him with a dull look.

The surrounding light was reflected in this small space through the red cloth, and turned into an ambiguous red.

Their faces were very close, and their breaths were directly intertwined.

Outside, there were ups and downs, but in Yu Wenyao's mind, she could only hear her own heartbeat that was getting faster and faster.

How is this going?