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Chapter 27 Lively
He Lingjiang stood on the Jingyun Building and looked out.

The street is covered with lanterns, extending into the distance, like a long dragon composed of countless lamps, shining brightly.

The little Langjun and the little ladies in the house couldn't bear it any longer, and clamored to go out to look at the lights.

"It's interesting to see what's upstairs. It's interesting to go downstairs. People are crowded."

"That's right. What's more, there's still a lot of fun doing tricks and guessing lantern riddles."

Song Shi smiled and said, "Sure enough, I'm still a child, but I just can't sit still."

Mrs. Wu, the second wife, smiled and said, "Yes. When we were so old, we couldn't sit still and were clamoring to go out."

"Yeah. Let's go out and play then."

The children burst into cheers.

Song shi stretched out his hand and suppressed their voices: "But there is one point, you have to take your servants and maids together, don't get lost."

Feng also warned them: "There are most people at the lantern festival, but be careful, don't be abducted."

After that, he instructed the servants: "Be alert, watch the ladies and gentlemen closely, and don't lose sight of others."

Recently, something happened to Lord Wulang in the eldest house. When the little lady in the house, Xiaolangjun, went out, he must be followed by two or three servants and maids to be reassuring.

These people also know that there are many people on the street tonight, and their burdens are not light, so they all do what they should, and stare at the ladies and gentlemen with tenfold and hundredfold spirit, lest they have an accident.

Song Shi waved his hand: "Go, go. Don't forget to come back and watch the fireworks later."

According to the arrangement of He Qianli, the chief of Saburo, the fireworks will be lit and bloom in Hai Shi.

"Got it! We'll be back in time for sure."

The Jingyun Tower chosen by the He family is the best place to see the fireworks. They had always wanted to see Poet He's fireworks, but they wouldn't miss it because of fun.

He Lingjiang saw that He Ziyu was also eager to go out, so he went downstairs with him.

Next to the Jingyun Tower are several lamp trees and lamp wheels. The lights are bright in the night, and the surroundings are bright as day, giving a feeling of fire trees and silver flowers.

He Lingjiang told Qingzhu and Qiongzhi: "You are optimistic about Lord Wulang, don't let him go away. Aman can just follow me."

There are really many people watching the lanterns, tourists are like weaving, everyone can only follow the crowd and walk forward slowly.

The "jogging lantern" on the light stand by the roadside swirls in the hot air, and the paper wheels turn in the hot air. On the light screen, there are images of people chasing horses and things changing scenes, which makes people dazzled for a while.

He Lingjiang only felt that the sleeves of his clothes were being pulled slightly, and when he looked along, he saw He Ziyu raised a small face.

He Lingjiang followed him.

Seeing someone coming over, the hawker said enthusiastically, "Little lady, Xiao Langjun, do you want to see the mask?"

He Ziyu nodded again and again.

There are all kinds of masks on the stalls, including those of Mongolian officials, beaks of Taoism, and all kinds of ferocious beasts, and the workmanship is exquisite.

He picked a round tiger mask and put it on his face, shaking his head with a happy look.

Qingzhu hurriedly went up to pay.

He Ziyu shook He Lingjiang's sleeve again, pointing to the mask and her.

He Lingjiang smiled and said, "You want me to wear it too?"

He Ziyu smiled, blinked and nodded.

He Lingjiang laughed. She used to travel around with Master, and she has seen many lantern festivals in various places, but she seldom wears these things.

She walked to the booth, picked a Kunlun slave mask, put it on her face, tilted her head and smiled: "Is this good?"

He Ziyu clapped his hands and gave her a thumbs up.

In this way, the two brothers and sisters wore masks and continued to move forward with the bustling tourists.

In the open space next to the flower street, there are rope prostitutes walking the ropes, and there are drum beats beside them.

The two ends of the long rope are tied to two wooden runners, and the runners are separated by several feet. Then, the pillars are erected to support the rope, and the ropes are straightened by turning the runners. The straight long rope is like a piano string. , in mid-air.

The performers are two young ladies, wearing light gauze and fluttering silk, tiptoeing up from both ends of the rope and sloping up.

After the two stood on the rope, they walked up, leaning or leaning, with a calm gait, as if walking on the ground, and then performed various dance movements in the cheers of the crowd, with elegant postures, and the movements followed the light of the gauze. The wind fluttered slightly, and under the reflection of the lanterns along the street, it looked like a fairy.

At this moment, the two met in the middle of the rope, but they did not turn around and walk back as usual.

The crowd in the audience couldn't help but sweat for them: the rope is so thin, what should I do if it falls off accidentally?
However, they saw the two of them turned slightly sideways, and with a right foot straddled, they passed by so lightly.

There was a roar from below.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the woman in green squatting down on the rope, and the woman in red stepped forward and set up a human ladder.

The viewers all held their breath. The woman in green supported her shoulders and the woman in red slowly stood up, the rope swayed slightly in the air, and she finally stabilized herself in a few breaths.

The woman in red at the top then made various poses, and then suddenly turned over and threw herself over. Everyone couldn't help exclaiming, and when they came back to their senses, they saw that she had fallen on the rope.

"it is good!"

"Good good!"

"It's amazing!"

"As expected of our most outstanding rope prostitute in Linchuan!"

The red-clothed woman lying on the rope chuckled lightly, she was about to stand up when she propped herself up, how could she accidentally step on the dangling shawl, her feet were unstable, and her whole body couldn't help swaying.

She couldn't help but be surprised: "Not good!"

Although this silk is like a fairy in the cloud when it walks in the air, it looks tight, but it is also dangerous if you accidentally step on it.

She had been very careful before, but she never thought that the wind just rolled the shawl under her feet and stepped on it.

The woman in red tried her best to stabilize herself, but she couldn't help but lean back.

She closed her eyes in despair, she would definitely fall hard if she fell like this, and more importantly, this rope drama would be smashed.

The audience below also mentioned it in their hearts.

Seeing that the tragedy was about to happen, a strong wind suddenly hit, and happened to wrap one end of the shawl tightly on the rope.

The woman in red only felt her waist tighten, and her falling posture had stopped, and her entire body was suspended from the rope by the shawl on her body.

She quickly reacted, her left arm wrapped around the shawl twice, in a flying posture, her right hand grabbed the rope with a force, and finally twisted up and stood firmly on the rope again.

What a thrill!

It wasn't a coincidence that this robe was really entangled in the rope and saved her once.

Others don't know it, but she knows it in her heart.

The red-clothed woman looked around, and there were only people around her. How could she still see who was the one who just stepped in to help?

She had no choice but to devote herself to the performance again, changing various poses to perform, which caused the crowd to applaud in succession and burst into waves of applause.

He Lingjiang in the crowd slightly curved the corners of his lips and retracted his hand.

Even so, it was a complete performance.

When she turned around, she realized that He Ziyu, who was holding her sleeve tightly, had gone somewhere by now.

(End of this chapter)