The girl in the coffin: Feng Jue Tianxia

Chapter 125 Lantern Festival (12)

Xuanyuanxuan seemed to be a little tempted, he never believed in such a predestined relationship, such absurd thing as meeting his other half in a crowd of people, but now he also wants to try, whether it is really possible to meet, since everyone Come to watch this lantern festival, so why not buy one. ?
Xuanyuanxuan squatted down, and carefully selected the lanterns that the hawkers put on the ground in various shapes and patterns, and picked up a lantern casually, "How much silver taels."

"Twelve taels." The peddler looked at the lantern in Xuanyuanxuan's hand with a smile on his face.

"Take it—" Xuanyuanxuan took the lantern and left.

"My lord, I haven't found your money yet." The peddler shouted after him.

"No need." Xuanyuanxuan's faint voice came from the front.

The peddler looked at the shiny silver in his hand, and was overjoyed. He posted that he sold a broken lantern and made 100 taels. He kept stomping on the spot happily, and shouted loudly, "My lord, I hope you find your destiny!" This person became the first paired person of our Lanyou National Lantern Festival in more than [-] years."

Xuanyuanxuan couldn't help smiling on his cold lips when he heard the peddler's happy shouts.

As for the red platform in the poetry competition, it was all because of the silver taels, so more and more onlookers hoped to get the 1000 taels of silver.

Everyone was very excited.

More and more people came to watch, but Huangpu Nuoxi's small figure seemed so insignificant, getting smaller and smaller, no one noticed at all.

"Welcome friends from all corners of the country to participate in the poetry competition of this lantern festival. I am Uncle Liu—" an elderly man in his 40s stood on the red platform and spoke with a kind smile on his face.

"When will it start——" The people in the audience couldn't wait to meet the couplet.

"When will it start—" more and more people in the audience said enthusiastically, they were all impatient but simple-minded guys.

On the contrary, the women are stable and dignified. Some scholars who study are gentle and elegant. They have been thinking about the three couplets and how to align them well. All of them are thoughtful and serious.

Only those idiots jumped the highest and made the most surprises, but they didn't get much ink.

"Everyone, don't be impatient—" Uncle Liu raised his hands slightly, and then slowly put them down, comforting the crowd of people below, hoping that they would not be so excited.

"Hurry up, sir, I can't wait any longer." A rude voice resounded from the audience, and it was extremely abrupt, and it sounded like an uneducated, immoral, street gangster, or Ma Dahan The kind that screams the most when there is no ink.

"Sir, please calm down, the competition will start immediately, let's invite the host of this poetry competition, our son." Uncle Liu patiently comforted the floating crowd below, with an extremely harmonious voice Xiang, he was not angry at all because of the unreasonable, unmannered, and even less polite people below, but kept his gentle words and kind smiles.

As soon as Liu Bo's words fell, a figure in a light blue robe suddenly appeared in the sky, with wide sleeves filling the wind, the corners of the robe fluttering, and black hair like silk, which was slightly rolled up with a delicate and shiny silver jade hairpin. Wearing a light blue robe, he looks extraordinarily handsome, but it also gives people an elegant and refreshing feeling. He landed steadily, but without a speck of dust, clean as a god, and his handsome face always brings With a seductive sneer, the thin lips slightly curved beautifully, he is so seductive, a mortal man who makes people obsessed with it, but has a god-like grace.

(End of this chapter)