Juan Wang and his wife are also acting affectionately today

Chapter 161 Will you think of me for a moment?

Although the floating world is the upper world and is inhabited by immortals and gods, the immortals and gods are not like a clay statue every day, with no desires or pursuits.

They also have some hobbies, such as good wine, good friends, good poetry, or good singing and dancing.

These restless gods often organize and create various festivals, and after the sifting of time, many festivals have long disappeared in the torrent of history.

The festivals that can be left today have all passed the test of time and are widely loved by immortals.

Among them, the upcoming Hundred Flowers Festival is the most beloved by all immortals and is also the festival with the widest influence.

In the past, Heaven would give busy immortals a three-day holiday on this day so that they could enjoy the Flower Festival to their fullest.

Now, the heavenly palace has been settled, all kinds of chores have accumulated, and there is no chance of a three-day holiday.

But Jiang Buwan remembered that this period of time was not easy for the immortals, so he gave them a day off to rest.

Although the original three-day holiday was shortened to one day, no one complained.

After all, there have been too many facts recently. If Jiang Buwan really gave them three days of rest, they would probably go back to work the next day.

It's not that they love doing things much, it's just that the sooner the floating world returns to normal, the sooner the world can be stable.

In order to increase the probability of Xiao Fuyun going out with them, Jiang Buwan specially found Fangcao Palace, who was responsible for preparing for the Hundred Flowers Festival.

"Palace Master Mi, please take care of the Hundred Flowers Festival in a week. It must be grand and innovative."

Although Mi Lan didn't understand why Jiang Buwan suddenly became interested in the Hundred Flowers Festival, she still nodded in agreement and promised to hold a Hundred Flowers Festival that was completely different from the past.

"Okay." Jiang Buwan nodded, but fearing that Fangcao Palace was short of manpower, he added, "If you are short of people, just go to Qu Jinhe and he will transfer people to you."

Mi Lan agreed, and after Jiang Buwan informed Mi Lan of some precautions, he asked her to step aside temporarily.

Mi Lan went back overnight to make plans, vowing to make this Hundred Flowers Festival a success.

Since the late evening god moved into Heaven, other palaces have been busy all day long and have been entrusted with important tasks. Only their Fangcao Palace has nothing to do all day long.

This is the first task ordered by the Lord Muwan. They must complete it satisfactorily and let the Lord Muwan see the strength of their Fangcao Palace.

"Palace Master, how come the Lord Muwan suddenly pays attention to the Hundred Flowers Festival?"

Mi Lan thought for a while and said, "Perhaps Lord Muwan saw that all the immortals are busy during this period, so he wanted to hold a grand festival to let the immortals relax."

When Mi Lan sent the plan to Muwan Shenzun, she happened to see Hanshang Shenzun also there.

After many days of running around, the Lord Muwan was a little overwhelmed. She lay down on the couch to take a nap. Through the bead curtain, she vaguely saw the Lord Hanshang gently placing a comfortable pillow on the Lord Muwan. .

Even through the barrier, she seemed to be able to feel Lord Hanshang's affection for Lord Muwan.

Xiang Zhihan raised his eyes and looked over. Mi Lan quickly lowered her head, not daring to take another look.

It seems that the rumors are indeed true, and Lord Hanshang is really happy with Lord Muwan.

Xiang Zhihan walked out quietly, and just as Mi Lan was about to greet him, Xiang Zhihan put his index finger in front of his mouth, making a silent gesture.

Mi Lan understood and stopped talking.

Xiang Zhihan glanced at the plan in her hand, and then motioned for her to follow.

After the two left the palace, Xiang Zhihan asked in a normal voice, "Are you here to deliver the plan for the Hundred Flowers Festival?"

"Exactly." Mi Lan thought to herself, Lord Hanshang was also Jiang Buwan's divine attendant. In addition, Lord Muwan always valued him, so he thought it would be the same if he handed the plan to Lord Hanshang for review.

"Sir Mu Wan has been tired recently. I have also heard about the Hundred Flowers Festival. Let me take a look." He didn't just hear about it. He clearly knew what Jiang Buwan wanted to do with this Hundred Flowers Festival.

Upon hearing this, Mi Lan presented the plan with both hands.

"Please take a look at it, Lord Hanshang."

Xiang Zhihan unfolded the plan. Although he knew that the relationship between Jiang Buwan and Xiao Fuyun was just a show, he thought that on the day of the Hundred Flowers Festival, Jiang Buwan would accompany Liangyu and Xiao Fuyun to visit the Hundred Flowers Festival.

There was a flash of loneliness in his eyes, she always had many people to accompany her.

Mi Lan saw that Xiang Zhihan was hesitant to say anything after taking the plan. She felt strange in her heart, but she didn't dare to rush it.

She waited for a moment, but didn't hear a word from Xiang Zhihan. She hesitated for a moment, then quietly raised her eyes to look, and saw that their mysterious Lord Han seemed to be looking at her plan in a daze.

She snorted, "No way. Is there something wrong with her plan?"

She was in a state of confusion, gritted her teeth, and asked, "Lord Hanshang, is there anything wrong with this plan?"

Xiang Zhihan came to his senses and said, "No problem, you did a good job."

In his spare time, Xiang Zhihan went to Bi Fang Palace to look for information about the Hundred Flowers Festival in previous years. The plan made by Naishan was indeed very brilliant compared to previous years.

The processes described are interlocking and the activities are novel. It can be regarded as a comfort meeting for the immortals, allowing many immortals to relax happily for a day after being busy for days.

When Mi Lan heard Xiang Zhihan's affirmation, she breathed a sigh of relief. She just looked at Xiang Zhihan's silent expression and thought there was a big problem with her plan.

"Just a little..." Xiang Zhihan paused and said, "It's just a little bit of selfishness on my part."

Mi Lan asked cautiously, "What is the Lord dissatisfied with?"

"Do you know about blacksmithing?"

"Iron Flower?" Mi Lan's eyes were confused. She had been ascending for many years and had never heard of Iron Flower.

The fireworks displays in the floating world were all beautiful fireworks produced by the collision of spiritual powers, but when she was in the lower world, she only used gunpowder to make fireworks.

Xiang Zhihan thought for a while, and then directly used his divine power to show the scene of the iron flower to Mi Lan.

Although Mi Lan had never seen such a thing, it was able to ascend to the level of an immortal, and her understanding and qualifications were not bad. She only took one look at it and roughly understood the principle of making iron flowers.

"I hope to add an iron flower-making project to the Flower Festival."

Although she didn't understand why Xiang Zhihan was so fond of this activity, the god himself spoke.

Even if all aspects are arranged properly, she still has to add this project, and it has to be placed at the best time.

After Mi Lan left, Xiang Zhihan stood there for a long time, and then he laughed at himself.

When did he fall to this point?

He never thought that one day, he would actually use his power to do such a thing secretly.

Doing such a meaningless thing.

He raised his eyes to look at the setting sun in the distance. The golden sunshine was shining on the earth, but it couldn't shine on him.

He looked back and looked in the direction of Jiang Buwan. He saw the tightly closed vermilion doors and windows in front of him, but what fell in his eyes was Jiang Buwan's soft and peaceful sleeping face.

If you saw the iron flower we had seen together on the day of the Hundred Flowers Festival, would you miss me for a moment?
(End of this chapter)