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There was a sudden explosion in the dark night sky, and then dazzling lights continued to illuminate the night sky.

During the Shangsi Festival in folk culture, fireworks will be lit all night long, and the crowds will only slowly disperse when the sky begins to turn pale.

The young man and the young lady who fell in love with each other would exchange tokens of love, go to the nearby Yue Lao Temple to burn incense and pray for blessings, and then go to release river lanterns together, secretly hiding what they wanted to say in the lanterns.

There are all kinds of lively acrobatic performances on the streets, and scholars gather together to recite poems and write couplets, and talk about elegance and fun.

Occasionally, several girls fall in love with the same man, or several men fall in love with the same girl. At this time, it all depends on their own abilities.

Girls and boys who want to fight for themselves will try their best to use their talents to stand out from the many competitors. In the end, whoever successfully gets the token of their dream will be the final winner.

"Hey, isn't that Miss Ran?" Fu Yuan suddenly saw a familiar face in front of her.

The slender and graceful woman was wearing a water blue moonlight dress, with only a white jade hairpin decorating her hair. Her temperament was cold and yet revealed a sense of fragility like a willow swaying in the wind, which attracted the attention of passers-by.

Ling Ran is in poor health and has always liked quietness. He seldom goes out on weekdays, let alone a noisy and lively occasion like today.

There was also a girl named Ling Yin in the building. She was lively and active, and loved to play. She was a cousin of Ling Ran. Seeing her looking around, it was obvious that there were too many people and she had lost Ling Yin.

"Sir, should we invite Miss Ran to join us?" Fu Yuan asked after a brief hesitation.

After all, she is one of our own. Although she is always cold and doesn't like it, she is a powerless girl after all. With so many people around her, if she is kidnapped by some villains who covet her beauty, she probably won't even have the strength to resist.

Hearing its words, Yan Jiuting was a little surprised: "You want to play with her?"

When did Xiaohua become so generous? Wasn't she jealous of Ling Ran before?

"No." It only wanted to be with the young master, but, "I saw a man deliberately squeezing her. She is a weak woman, and she dared not be flirted with--"

"Do you want to die?"

The slender and weak woman pinched the man's arm, which was several times thicker than hers, with two fingers and twisted it in the opposite direction. The man immediately screamed in pain: "Lady, spare me, lady, spare me!"

"Next time you do something disgusting like this, I will destroy you."

Ling Ran pushed him away in disgust and spat out a single word in a cold voice: "Get lost."

When Fu Yuan saw this, she silently swallowed the words that she dared not resist.

Where is the weak and sick beauty? She looked quite strong just now.

"There are no weak women in Qianji Tower."

Yan Jiuting seemed to have guessed its shocked look, and chuckled as he said, "Ling Ran is the only female disciple accepted by the ghost doctor Su Wangchen. She is familiar with every bone structure of the human body and is known as the Ghost Hand. Although she is not proficient in martial arts, ordinary people will never get any good results in her hands."

Hearing this, Fu Yuan was very surprised: "If her medical skills are so good, why is my health so poor?"

Yan Jiuting said: "For doctors, the most difficult patients in the world to treat are themselves, no matter how good their medical skills are."

"Can't all my petals heal it?"

"Silly flower." Yan Jiuting said helplessly, "Although you have the miraculous effect of detoxifying and healing wounds, it doesn't work for everyone. If you don't prescribe the right medicine, eating you will be like taking a deadly poison."

Fu Yuan was frightened by what he said and silently withdrew the idea of ​​giving the petals to Ling Ran.

"Okay, let's not talk about anything else. Where do you want to go next?"

Having seen the juggling performances, lantern riddle games, and talented men and beautiful women reciting poems and composing couplets to show off their talents, Yan Jiuting walked under the bridge and saw the old woman selling river lanterns. An idea suddenly occurred to him, so he lowered his eyes to look at the small flower on his cuff and asked.

"Huahua, do you have any wishes? Can you write a river lantern for you?"

Fu Yuan was curiously looking at the large area of ​​flickering lights on the water, and was stunned when she heard this.

The man looked gentle and smiled, not in a hurry, just quietly waiting for her answer.

The fireworks in the sky died down for a while, then continued to burn and bloom one after another. The man's eyes, as clear as black jade, reflected the colorful glow of the sky and a small flower.

Everyone says that Mr. Qianji has an extremely seductive appearance, but few people know that he also has the most beautiful eyes in the world.

They can be cold and indifferent or gentle and affectionate. Few people will remain unmoved when being stared at by such a pair of eyes.

Even the flower Fu Yuan is no exception.

Maybe it was because the fireworks tonight were too beautiful and the atmosphere was too good, Fu Yuan suddenly wanted to become a human and wanted to use her own hands to carefully touch these beautiful and gentle eyes.

"Can a flower have a wish?" It murmured softly, as if it couldn't believe it.

"of course can."

The wind tonight was gentle, blowing the man's voice softly and filling Fu Yuan's small, soft heart, making it full and swollen, but it felt so comfortable and happy.

"You are not an ordinary flower. You are my Yan Jiuting's flower." He spoke each word slowly but solemnly. "You are a very precious and favored flower."

"So, what do you want to wish for?"

It doesn't know either, but it knows that at this moment it is the happiest flower in the world.

Time passed slowly, and before I knew it, it was midnight.

The little flower seemed more energetic at night, not sleepy at all. The man took a pot of wine and sat on the quiet and deserted stone steps under the bridge, enjoying this rare and pleasant time.

Occasionally, he would talk to Xiaohua lying on his lap to make sure she was still awake.

Yan Jiuting bought apricot blossom wine, which the shop owner said had been buried underground for more than 30 years. It was very strong, indeed very strong. He took two sips and left it aside without touching it.

Xiaohua was very happy tonight. She jumped on him, humming a song and saying she wanted to dance for him. Then she jumped into the wine jug excitedly.

"Ugh—help!"

It can't drink water... No, it can't drink wine!!

Yan Jiuting noticed that it suddenly stopped making any sound, so he immediately lowered his head to look for it: "Huahua?"

Fu Yuan paddled hard in the pitch-black wine jug: "Master... wuwuwu..."

Yan Jiuting heard the movement in the wine jug, and immediately turned the jug downwards and poured out all the wine inside, and Xiaohua was poured out with it.

The man quickly took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wrapped it up, then gently wiped the wet little flower. It had been out for a long time, but there was no sound at all.

"Huahua, wake up."