HCB Chapter 592 Extra: Ji Wuwang (7)
Chapter 592 Extra: Ji Wuwang (7)
That night, the stars were setting, and the whole Haitang City was ablaze with lights under the soft moonlight.
Thousands of colorful flower-shaped lanterns are hung all over the long street. Red, pink, yellow... The warm light shines through the gauze lampshades, casting swaying flower shadows on the bluestone brick ground, reflecting the entire city into a beautiful and beautiful scene of a city that never sleeps.
Even the peach trees were hung with crystal wind chimes, which chimed in as the night wind blew past, creating a clear, melodious sound like a spring.
All the women in the city covered their eyebrows and eyes with face ornaments decorated with flowers. At first glance, they all looked like flower fairies.
Jiang Wantang took off her veil, chose a pink peach blossom face ornament, and covered her eyebrows and eyes with it.
In the beautiful night atmosphere, she held a crabapple lantern in her hand, her light gauze skirt sweeping across the petal-covered bluestone pavement as she made her way through the bustling crowd...
Perhaps it was because Jiang Wantang's figure and temperament were too outstanding, and the peach blossom face ornaments on her already stunning face not only did not conceal her beauty, but instead added a bit of elusive and charming beauty.
Therefore, along the way, many young men gave peach branches to express their admiration.
However, Jiang Wantang politely refused with a smile.
Along the way, she also saw many women who received peach branches and men who wore crabapple flowers in their hair.
When Jiang Wantang reached the bridge, hundreds of crabapple lanterns floated on the moat. Young boys and girls leaned over the river to release the lanterns. They wrote their wishes and blessings in the lanterns as a way of expressing their wishes.
The candlelight is reflected on the water, and from afar, the stars are shining...
When all the crabapple lanterns floated down the river, the entire river turned into a brilliant Milky Way, reflecting the real stars in the sky. It was so beautiful that people could not tell whether it was a dream or reality.
Jiang Wantang also walked over and placed two crabapple lanterns. She clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and prayed devoutly. Her only wish was that her little brother Xiaoqi would live a long and peaceful life.
Soon, the sound of cheerful drums and music rang out in the city, and the annual flower god election had begun.
Just as Jiang Wantang was about to turn around, a series of clear rings and pendants suddenly rang out from the end of the long street, like broken jade splashing onto a celadon plate, making a ringing sound...
Thirty-six guards wearing goose-feather swords stood on both sides, marching in neat steps to clear the way, their swords on their waists shining against the shadows of the lights.
The most eye-catching thing is the sedan chair in the center of the team with glazed bells hanging from the four corners. The pearl curtain hanging from the sedan chair is embroidered with silver crabapple flowers. When it sways in the wind, you can vaguely see a cold figure sitting inside, wearing a snow-white robe and a white jade crown.
Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted, "The King of Zhenbei has arrived!"
"The prince will personally bless you tonight!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the originally noisy crowd suddenly became silent.
Then a thunderous cheer erupted, and the people on the street parted like a tide, kneeling down and shouting in unison: "May the prince be safe and sound!"
Jiang Wantang's pupils trembled as she stood in the crowd, watching the chariot gradually disappear into the distance...
She didn't look away until he completely disappeared around the corner of the long street.
Amid the sound of drums and music, Jiang Wantang came to Peach Blossom Street where the Flower God was being elected.
The huge two-story flower stand on the field has long been decorated with colorful flowers. The brocade carpet on the stand is embroidered with flower patterns, and the glazed lanterns hanging on the four corners cast a dazzling halo in the night.
There are also layers of viewing platforms around the flower stand, and in the center, on the most honorable high seat, is where the King of Zhenbei, Ji Wuwang, sits.
The position is high up, allowing one to take in the entire flower stand and the magnificent scenery below. However, due to the gauze curtains hanging around, it is difficult for others to see the expression of the person sitting there.
At this time, Ji Wuwang was sitting upright in the stands, supporting his chin with one hand and tapping the white jade ring lightly on the table. His eyes were dull and he showed no interest, not looking at the audience.
The election of the goddess of flowers has no complicated rules, it is just a pure and beautiful dance performance.
The contestants came on stage at the same time and danced to the music. Those who were not good at dancing could leave with a smile on their faces.
In addition, there were twelve judges sitting on the stands, all of whom were respected elders in the city or talented and famous scholars.
Each of them holds a flower of a different kind, be it a peony, orchid, or crabapple...
In the end, the one who gets the most flowers will be the flower god of this year.
In addition to receiving a pure gold tiara, the woman chosen as the goddess of flowers can also make a wish to the King of Zhenbei on the spot.
Such a prize is extremely tempting.
Therefore, countless women come to participate in the selection of the flower goddess every year, and even many outsiders come here to admire her reputation.
At this time, the streets and alleys around the flower stand were crowded with people who came to watch, and the scene was grand and noisy.
Suddenly, the drums sounded three times, and the whole audience fell into silence...
The officiating officer took the stage, holding the golden book, and read aloud: "The election of the Flower God begins!"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the contestants walked onto the flower stand one by one.
As the music and drums on both sides of the flower stand gradually rose, the girls danced gracefully, their sleeves fluttering, and different flowers bloomed on the two-story flower stand as if in an instant.
Each one is soft, smart, or graceful...
However, when the familiar music sounded, Jiang Wantang's eyes turned red and he stood on the stage without moving.
She seemed to understand something instantly...
This piece of music was the one that Brother Xiaoqi often played to accompany her when they were living in seclusion in the mountains.
So, the seemingly grand Flower Goddess election in recent years has attracted so many people, but in fact, they also want to find that familiar figure in the vast crowd through dancing, right?
Brother Xiaoqi...
Jiang Wantang closed her eyes, waved her sleeves, and began to dance, following the music and movements in her memory...
The drum beats became faster and faster, and the girls' dance steps changed accordingly. Everyone immediately noticed the woman in the scarlet flower skirt with peach blossoms covering her face on the flower stand.
She spun seven times on one foot, her skirt fluttering like blooming peach petals. Her dance was graceful and agile, and each turn brought up a shower of crimson flowers...
Gradually, the women standing beside her stepped back voluntarily.
"Oh my God! It's so beautiful!" someone in the audience exclaimed.
Jiang Wantang's sleeves suddenly spread out like flowing clouds, drawing a perfect arc under the moonlight. Her floral dress seemed to come alive, like real petals, opening layer by layer with her movements...
What's even more amazing is that when she dances, the peach blossom petals on the entire Peach Blossom Street flutter down and float in the wind...
The whole street was covered with pink peach blossom snow. Everyone present held their breath, watching in fascination, as if the flower god had really descended.
Soon, all the women on the flower stage consciously retreated, leaving the entire flower stage to Jiang Wantang alone.
The fragrant snow drifting all over the sky blurred the lights all over the city...
However, at this moment, Ji Wuwang on the high platform was also attracted by the pink peach blossom snow floating in the sky. He looked towards the flower platform, his pupils widened at a glance, and he stood up instantly.
He stared blankly at the crimson figure on the flower stand, his eyes full of surprise and disbelief.
The most unlikely person appeared in the most unlikely place.
The scene that Ji Wuwang had longed for countless times finally came true at the last possible moment...
It's like a beautiful dream that you don't want to wake up from.
As he looked, the corners of his eyes were dyed a deep red.
Almost without any hesitation, Ji Wuwang strode towards the flowerbed downstairs...