After the three yuan and the third, the ministers angered the ceremony and the music collapsed

Chapter 90 Don't swear
As a result, the fireworks in the sky had just finished, and the lightning came to join in the fun.

A flash of lightning pierced the sky, and it began to rain heavily.

But after a while, the rain became heavier and heavier, and gradually became a trend of heavy rain.

People playing on the street can only find a place to hide from the rain.

Jiang Zhao hid under the eaves, looked at the heavy rain, and couldn't help saying in his heart: "It's really bad luck, what a promise to have a good day."

Jiu Qi stretched out his hand to catch the rain outside the eaves, and said: "This year's Mid-Autumn Festival will not be able to enjoy the moon."

But it doesn't matter if you can't enjoy the moon, as long as everyone is together.

When I followed the young master in previous years, I didn't even celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. This year, I ate mooncakes that I hadn't eaten before.

In the pond, the heavy rain knocked over the lotus lanterns that everyone put up, and now it seems that everyone's wishes have not worked.

Just as Jiang Zhao was thinking wildly, there was another flash of lightning in the sky.

It seems that we should swear less in the future, otherwise it will be everyone who will be harmed.

But everyone didn't care about the rainstorm, they were all discussing the fireworks just now.

"What was the flower that exploded in the sky just now, it looks so good?"

"Do you think it might be caused by some great Confucianism?"

"It doesn't look like it. Although the flower is beautiful, it smells like saltpeter. It should be made by people."

"What kind of person can make such a beautiful flower that can fly into the sky and explode."

"I don't know, but I think the flowers in the sky just now are a bit like iron flowers."

"It's a bit like a blacksmith flower, but the iron flower won't fly so high?"

"In my opinion, the flying flowers were not made by immortals, but by high-level warriors."

……

Everyone was discussing how the fireworks were made, and everyone agreed that the last person was right.

Those fireworks can only be made by immortals or high-grade warriors.

The few people who knew who made it smiled slightly at the corners of their mouths, and the maker of the flower that could fly into the sky was standing in front of them right now.

But Jiang Zhao didn't expect that the fireworks he made by himself would be liked by so many people in ancient times.

You must know that in her previous life, as long as she had a little money, she could buy more beautiful fireworks. Her fireworks can be bought in small shops for tens of dollars.

She was a liberal arts student in her previous life, so she didn't study these things, but she had a friend in the chemistry department, and once during the Mid-Autumn Festival, she dragged herself to study how to make fireworks.

However, the fireworks made by Jiang Zhao are far less spectacular than those made by that friend at that time.

But there are many things that are not available in this era, she can only make do with one, and it would be good if she can make it.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, the rain eased a little, and everyone hurried home.

Not long after Jiang Zhao and the others returned home, the rain stopped and the clouds in the sky gradually dispersed.

A round of bright moon hangs in the sky, the rain just now seems to have washed the sky, and now the whole sky looks extraordinarily clean.

However, it may also be to confirm the oath made by those scumbags just now, Jiang Zhao thought evilly in his heart.

The rain stopped, the wind blew, and the dark clouds dispersed.

Jiang Zhao and the others watched the moon in the pavilion below, and then took a few pieces of snowy mooncakes left over from lunch, and put some melons and fruits on them.

In such a Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone eats, drinks and drinks together, and having fun is the right way.

At this time, Jiu Qi suggested: "Miss, you and the young master are both talented in literature, today happens to be the Mid-Autumn Festival, why don't you come with a poem?"

Seeing the bright moon in the sky, Jiang Zhao also became interested in writing poems, so he nodded and agreed, "Okay."

Then she went to ask Si Mubai's opinion again: "Brother Mubai, what do you think?"

Si Mubai naturally nodded: "Yes."

So the two sat down and began to think about some poems.

Jiang Zhao ate the grapes on the plate, she already had the poem in her heart, and it was up to Si Mubai next.

Si Mubai pondered for a while, then opened his mouth to read.

"The bright soul rises in the sky, the treasure mirror rises, and the fairy sounds among the clouds are silent; the autumn is evenly divided, and the round is full, and the cloud is always accompanied by the thousand li light."

"The cunning rabbit falls from the string, and the monster toad does not grow in front of you; Lingcha, you agree to join hands, and wait for the Milky Way to be completely cleared."

Jiang Zhao understood, this poem is Si Mubai's use of the brightness of the moonlight to express the purity and nobility of his heart.

Although she had read thousands of famous poems in her previous life, she had to admit that Si Mubai's poem was novel in conception, ingenious in conception, and original in breaking the situation.

"Brother Mubai's literary talent has improved again, it really makes me hard to beat." Jiang Zhao praised.

Si Mubai shook his head and smiled helplessly: "Tianran, don't make fun of me, your literary talent is beyond my reach."

"I haven't written this poem yet. Brother Mubai, you just praised me like that. If the poem I write is too hip, I'm sorry for your praise."

Jiang Zhao said jokingly.

Si Mubai laughed and said, "Did Ran have any good poems that day?"

Jiang Zhao said casually: "When will the bright moon come, ask the blue sky for the wine."

Si Mubai looked at Jiang Zhao's back holding his wine glass and looking up at the sky, and couldn't help being shocked. The first sentence was to ask the sky, Tianran is really a woman that he has never seen before.

Throughout the ages, even men are afraid of heaven and earth, let alone women

To regard Qingtian as one's friend and ask each other about wine is really extraordinary courage!
Jiang Zhao continued to read: "I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is this eve. I want to take the wind to go back to nothing, but I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold at the heights."

For some reason, when Jiang Zhao read this sentence, Si Mubai felt that Jiang Zhao really wanted to ride a gust of wind back to the sky.

And Si Mubai also felt that Jiang Zhao really came from the sky, otherwise how could there be such a strange woman in the world.

Si Mubai rushed out of the pavilion and grabbed Jiang Zhao's arm.

Jiang Zhao looked back at Si Mubai with some doubts: "Brother Mubai, what's wrong with you?"

Si Mubai shook his head, did not say the reason in his heart, but said: "It's nothing, you continue."

Then he slowly let go of Jiang Zhao's hand.

Jiang Zhao didn't know why, so he had to continue to read his poem: "When the fog clears the shadow, it seems to be in the world."

Si Mubai looked at Jiang Zhao at this moment. She was dressed in blue, her hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and she made a deliberate gesture, but it really made people think that she was a fairy who descended from the moon palace.

Si Mubai was immersed in his own thoughts, and Jiang Zhao's round and smooth voice came again.

"Turn to Zhuge, low Qihu, Zhao Wusian. There should be no hatred, what is the long way to go?"

(End of this chapter)