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As night falls and the lights come on, the wide streets become brightly lit and decorated with lanterns everywhere. The streets are bustling with people and the sounds of hawking are endless. Now the entire Ningyuan City has been completely immersed in the joy of the Shangsi Festival.

The women who had seen Wen Xiangzhu during the day secretly hoped that he would appear again. They would walk around the streets and chat with one or two talented people they met. Most of the time, they would just try their luck and wait for Wen Xiangzhu to appear.

"I think I saw Young Master Hanshan...over there, please help me take a look, I am sure I am seeing things!" Someone in the crowd seemed to have seen Wen Xiangzhu, but was not sure, so he pulled his companion and pointed in a direction.

"Yes! Master Hanshan is here!" The man looked in the direction and saw Wen Xiangzhu appear at the end of the street.

At the end of the street, Wen Xiangzhu was wearing a light-colored plain suit, a moon-shaped cloak, a white gold belt with lightning patterns tied around his waist, and his hair was tied up with a light green jade hairpin on his head. He walked quietly towards the street, his gentle eyes looking straight ahead without falling on anyone.

"It's true! I'm going to go find my sister and take a look."

"I can't see, please pull me along..."

The news spread quickly, and expectant and curious people on the street rushed over. Those who were walking behind and couldn't see stood on tiptoe, raised their heads, and looked inside excitedly.

Shen Jiayu was among them. She seldom went out, so for a lively festival like the one in the book, she would naturally come out early to see the world, not to mention that there were some small programs to be arranged today.

Hearing their quiet discussion, he followed their gaze, his lips curled up slightly, and he was attracted again.

Damn, it’s really handsome. No wonder these girls are so crazy. Today is the Shangsi Festival, and today is the only day they can let loose.

She really couldn't suppress the corners of her mouth. It would be a pity not to take a few more glances at such a good-looking person. Since she was here, of course she wanted to feast her eyes.

The original owner was tall, so she could see Wen Xiangzhu without any effort and kept complaining in her heart.

Perhaps she stood out too much among these crazy girls, and the moment she looked over, Wen Xiangzhu also looked at her, and their eyes met.

When Wen Xiangzhu looked at her, his gentle smile deepened, but there was a hint of coldness in his phoenix eyes. His action caused the infatuated girls around Shen Jiayu who were unaware of the situation to start imagining whether he was looking at them.

Noticing his gaze, Shen Jiayu immediately stopped laughing, the corners of her mouth drooped, and she felt a headache.

Wen Xiangzhu's eyes were too sharp. It was just a few more glances at him. What was the big deal? He should just wait for Song Qinghong to come out and find a chance to send her to him. The rest was up to him.

Whether or not she has a wife cannot depend on herself alone. Wen Xiangzhu should also try hard. Ruan Shuhui should have known that this man made such a big fuss.

No, I have to find a chance to stop her!

Shen Jiayu blinked her eyes and decided to do something immediately instead of thinking about it. She turned and walked towards Fulai Inn. It happened that Song Qinghong had just finished dressing up and was about to go out for a date.

Shen Jiayu took her directly to Wen Xiangzhu's place. He wanted Song Qinghong and Wen Xiangzhu to meet first so that the rest of the things would be easier to handle.

"Luqi, I'm with your young lady today, you can also go for a walk around. The people from the Street Department are patrolling everywhere, nothing will happen tonight." Shen Jiayu glanced at Luqi, the big light bulb, and seeing her curious look, he took the opportunity to tell her to leave.

Luqi shook her head subconsciously. As Song Qinghong's maid, she had to stay by her side. No matter how many guards and government officials were there, she would not feel at ease.

She bowed slightly and said, "Thank you Miss Shen for your kindness. There are many mermaids on the street. It is better for me to stay with you, Miss. I cannot leave."

Shen Jiayu pursed her lips, not knowing what to say. She was asking too much. Song Qinghong would be fine with her protection. Luqi went out to play alone. There were all kinds of people on the street. Who knows, Luqi might get hurt.

"Sorry, I didn't think it through." Shen Jiayu said embarrassedly, and then they walked to the place with the most people.

After a while, Wen Xiangzhu finally arrived safely near the peach tree, but the tree had been requisitioned for use at night.

The Shangsi Festival in Ningyuan City has its own unique festival. People tie the knot under the peach tree. The tree is hung with red strings, and unmarried men and women can come under the tree to pull the red strings. If two people pull the same red string, if they are of the opposite sex, they will fall in love in the future, grow old together, and have a happy marriage. If they are of the same sex, they will cherish each other and become good sisters or brothers.

There must be at least 30 participants each time, 15 men and 15 women. Each person goes forward to pull a red string and steps back a few steps, quietly waiting for people to come. When there are 30 people, the peach blossom messenger selected by the city lord's wife will sing praises, and everyone will slowly pull the rope, waiting for their own good match to appear.

Shen Jiayu arrived early and had bribed the person hanging the rope. He secretly tampered with one of the ropes. When she brought people over, they would quietly pull out the rope to make it easier for her to find it.

A matchmaking game had just ended under the peach tree, and people came forward one after another to continue pairing up. The peach blossom messenger began to sing, and Shen Jiayu took advantage of this time to trick Song Qinghong into participating in the next game.

Song Qinghong always has the fifth prince Qi Binwei in her heart. She doesn't believe these things and doesn't want to try them. She just wants to have a good spring night out.

Shen Jiayu was helpless and couldn't think of any good way. She could only tie herself up, pretending to be shy and shy, "I'm not young anymore, just keep me company. You may not meet your destined person by pulling the red string, and you may end up empty-handed, which means your destiny is not here."

She knew Song Qinghong's little thoughts, so she could only try to trick her again.

Song Qinghong was moved when she heard her last few words. This kind of thing could be believed or not, so she agreed under Shen Jiayu's gaze.

When a show ends, some are happy while others are sad.

A crowd of people gathered around Wen Xiangzhu, but no one dared to get close to him. They were all afraid that they would defile him or that someone with ulterior motives would tell Ruan Shuhui. If Ruan Shuhui targeted them, they, the ordinary people, would have a hard time.

Ruan Shuhui hurried out to keep the appointment after receiving the news. Seeing that the Red Thread Show had just ended, she quickly walked to Wen Xiangzhu's side and said impatiently, "Sir, I'm late. This event is interesting. Why don't we go too? Maybe we can meet our ideal partner."

Wen Xiangzhu glanced at Song Qinghong, who was an extraordinary person in the crowd. Shen Jiayu beside her was winking at something and responded softly, "It's very interesting. Let's go then."

When the girls who had never been involved in the red line saw that Wen Xiangzhu was going, they rushed out like wolves and tigers, wanting to join Wen Xiangzhu.

No one was faster than Shen Jiayu. After she winked, she realized that Wen Xiangzhu was going to participate, so she immediately took Song Qinghong to take up two places. She found the red thread that the bribed person had pulled out, handed it to Song Qinghong in a panic, and pulled out a random thread for herself and held it in her hand.