The west wind is fierce, and the night is messy.

The lark has light hooves, and the flowers are blooming, and it is dawn before you know it.

Bamboo Pavilion, the shallow wind blows away the deep sorrow.

The Zhumen sounded softly, Phantom Night walked gently with the lotus seed soup, and there was a maid in the pavilion who was taking care of the courtyard.

Phantom Night answered lightly, chatted about the sleeves covering the dust, and asked lightly, "Can the moon rise?" ”

"Back to the Holy Venerable, the dragon girl got up half an hour ago, and she is no longer in the room at this time."

Phantom Night frowned slightly when she heard this, "Where did the moon go?" ”

"Today is the Lingshan Ten Thousand Flowers Festival, and the Dragon Girl and the sect master went to Lingcheng"

Phantom Night's body shook, the fingers holding the porcelain bowl tightened suddenly, and the hot lotus seed soup splashed on the back of his hand, burning the hot bright red, burning Phantom Night's heart little by little.

Phantom Night slowly lowered his eyes, looking at the soup in his palm, and a stinging pain suddenly swelled in his heart.

Placing the lotus seed soup on the stone table beside him, Phantom Night turned to leave.

The shallow and shallow wind blows the cold soup, and it also blows a heart to pieces.

Lingcheng, the scenery is leisurely.

The annual Ten Thousand Flowers Festival makes the whole spiritual city very lively.

Stepping to the hairpin exhibition area, Long Ziyue paused, chose a hairpin to put into the bun, and asked with a light smile: "Ziqing, how is this hairpin?" ”

Luo Ziqing looked at it for a while, smiled faintly, picked up a white jade and Dilian hairpin into the dragon purple moon bun, and said softly: "And Dilian ice crystal jade, which is more compatible with Yue'er"

When the trader heard this, he also smiled and praised: "What the prince said is good, and Dilian is elegant and refined, it is a masterpiece among flowers, and it also means the love of husband and wife, and Mrs. is the most suitable for this hairpin."

Long Ziyue was slightly stunned, her pretty face was slightly red, "I ......"

"Okay, then choose this hairpin" Without waiting for Long Ziyue to speak, Luo Ziqing responded with a smile, asked the vendor about the price, paid the silver taels, and left.

Leaving the hairpin area, Luo Ziqing slowed down slightly, looked back at Long Ziyue's slightly red face, and smiled lightly, "Yue'er didn't take the vendor's words seriously, right?" ”

Long Ziyue's eyes flashed slightly, and her already red face was a little more red.

Luo Ziqing chuckled, stretched out his hand and knocked on the top of Long Ziyue's head, and explained softly: "And Dilian is known as the 'gentleman in flowers', and it is also for this reason that I sent Yue'er and Dilian."

Hearing this explanation, Long Ziyue's embarrassed expression improved.

Luo Ziqing smiled lightly, and a gentle light sank from the bottom of her eyes.

The Wanhua Festival is a feast of Lingshan, in addition to bartering for flower appreciation, you can also enjoy the scenery and visit the lake.

Lingcheng's Luoqing Lake has the reputation of 'Ancient Divine Pool', Long Ziyue heard this, and pulled Luo Ziqing to tour the lake for half a day, until the twilight was still unfinished.

Luo Ziqing looked at the sky and said softly: "Yue'er, it's not early, it's better to ......."

"It's just the right night, wouldn't it be a waste if you don't drink some wine?" Interrupting Luo Ziqing's unfinished words with a smile, Long Ziyue turned to the boatman and asked Qinglang, "Where is the best wine in Lingcheng?" ”

The boatman laughed and replied loudly: "Naturally, it is the Cuiju Pavilion, the green plum wine of the Cuiju Pavilion is a must-have in Lingshan, if the young lady wants to taste the wine, you might as well try it."

Long Ziyue nodded with a smile, thanked the boatman, turned around and walked towards the Cuiju Pavilion.

Cui Ju Pavilion, the wine is fragrant.

Long Ziyue picked up a glass of green plum wine and put it in her mouth, the mellow wine entered her throat, the fragrance was overflowing, Long Ziyue squinted, and raised her hand to pour the wine again, but before the wine bottle was full, she was pressed by her arm.

Long Ziyue raised her head and looked at Luo Ziqing suspiciously.

Luo Ziqing twisted her eyebrows slightly, her eyes were dark, "Yue'er, you have something to hide from me"