Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 474
Chatting casually, the sky darkened slightly, and there were scattered lights shining among the overlapping long branches in front of them. The coachman led them around and approached the place where the light and shadow came from.

After passing through three or four towering trees that grow scattered in different places, the scene in front of me suddenly becomes clear, the candlelight is bright, life is full of ups and downs, and it is as lively as a New Year's Lantern Festival, which is a different world.

There is a silver moon in the sky, far away in the sky, and the moon light sprinkles down softly, like a fairy's cloud gauze belt, touching people's hearts.

The forest was so quiet just now, except for the rustling of feet stepping on dead leaves, no other sound could be heard, but now walking out of the forest, the voices of people rushing towards us like waves.

Numerous white silk ribbons were pulled up in mid-air, interspersed and overlapped, and dozens of lanterns were hung on each ribbon, all painted with black ink landscapes, with warm yellow light shining through, extraordinarily elegant.

In the center surrounded by lights is an exquisite stone pavilion. Under the eaves of the pavilion is a stone plaque. The characters on the plaque are traced with gold lacquer, which are the three characters of "Chunhong Pavilion".

There are more than a dozen low tables in the pavilion, forming a circle, leaving only one space at the entrance of the steps for easy access.

Under the pavilion is a clear stream, the stream is flowing, sparkling, and scattered stars seem to be dancing in it, which is too beautiful to behold.

There is an empty grassland around the pavilion, and there are countless carpets on the grass. There is a silver pot next to each carpet, and a plate of fresh fruits is placed on the floor, which is elegant and casual.

The people who arrived first have already started drinking and chatting, pushing cups and sending cups between cups, those who speak like words call brothers, make friends with poetry, and those who are lofty and arrogant drink alone to the moon.No matter which side, looking at the past, it is a pleasing scene.

The coachman pushed Yu Wenzheng around the crowd and went up the steps carefully.The county magistrate of Feitou arranged for people to lay stone slabs on the steps early in the morning, so that Yu Wenzheng could enter the pavilion conveniently.

When they got to their seats, the coachman took off his shoes, stepped on the bamboo mat with bare feet, carried Yu Wenzheng on his back, and seated him on the futon.

Jian Yunling repeatedly thanked the honest coachman for sending him away.As soon as I sat down, I found that they were in the middle of the pavilion, and I could see everything inside and outside the pavilion at a glance.

The fat head county magistrate also has intentions.

Jian Yunling looked around and looked around, hoping to get the county magistrate Fatou to praise him, and by the way, ask about the rules of the poetry appreciation party, so as not to be abrupt and offend all high-minded literati, you know, this In the early years, it was more troublesome to provoke them to open their mouths than to provoke ten reckless men.

In the end, she poked her head in the crowd and searched for a long time, but she didn't see the shadow of the fat head county magistrate. She muttered secretly: "It shouldn't be, he won't come on such an important occasion?"

A deep voice came from behind, reminding: "The one on the right, the one in the green robe."

Jian Yunling looked at it according to what Yu Wenzheng said, and it was true that the fat head county magistrate was standing between two sour-looking scholars, showing his big yellow teeth, dancing happily, and talking about something. ?

Looking at the two self-proclaimed scholars, they all had very impatient expressions on their faces, probably because of the occasion, they didn't want to lose their manners, so they were holding back.

Jian Yunling also thought it was funny, how could he chat with these open-mouthed talkers?
But what is even more ridiculous is not this, but the costume of the fat head county magistrate.

A green robe tightly wrapped around his chubby belly, the hem of the robe was dragged to the ground along his short body, and the buttons on the slanted front were nearly burst by the fat on his stomach.

(End of this chapter)