The wind blows the plum blossoms over Guanshan

Murong Zhaohui lived in Longfu for a few days, but there is still no news from the people sent by Jiangling.Is Changsheng really not in Wuling?Murong Zhaohui's patience was slowly wearing away while waiting, and he also understood that it was useless to rush this matter.

Wuling is really different from Longcheng or Jingzhou. The folk customs are very different, which can be seen from the clothes.Long Yuan's family has always been dressed in Han Chinese clothes because Long Yuan is the official of the imperial court, which also made him feel a little familiar.The clothes of the Miao people and the Ba people here are completely different from those of the Han people. Even if there are occasional Han people who appear in the clothes, they are mostly from the yamen or foreign businessmen.Although most of the people here can speak Mandarin, they often use a language he doesn't understand, which confuses him.If he appears in the market, he can often attract the most eyes from all directions. He thinks it is probably because his clothes are too different from theirs.

The continuous rain for several days made Murong Zhaohui anxious and uneasy. Wuling was very rainy, and it was often rainy in early summer, but he still couldn't get the news of longevity.He often inquired about Chi Lu's news, but Jun Yue's answer did not bring him any more clues.He hesitated whether to tell Long's father and son about Changsheng's loss and ask them to help him find Changsheng.But such excellent guards and secret guards on my side have not been able to get the news of longevity, and Long Yuan is only a mere prefect of Wuling County, so what can he do?Besides, Changsheng wasn't necessarily taken away by Chi Lu. If he pressed Chi Lu for questioning, it would really feel like asking a teacher for a crime.

He remembered that the peach blossom boat hit two huge driftwood that night, and the boat shook violently twice.Could it be that Changsheng was watching the moon on the deck and was really thrown off the boat and into the belly of Dongting Lake?Changsheng is a child who grew up in the north, so naturally he can't swim, if he falls into the water...

Thinking of this, Murong Zhaohui felt so depressed that he almost couldn't breathe.

There was no moonlight in the rainy night, and a few red lanterns in the Dragon Mansion were dimly lit.Pushing open the wooden window of the attic, a gust of damp air came in.The moist air clung to his skin and immediately became sticky.After closing the window, the wick of an oil lamp on the table was beating slightly. He was flipping through the books he brought from Jingzhou, thinking whether he should go back to Jingzhou City tomorrow.Coming here in a hurry this time, he thought he was bewitched. There are still a lot of government affairs to be taken care of in Jingzhou City, so he can't play games.

On the second day, the sky turned out to be clear, with only a few misty clouds in the blue sky, and the sun was about to dry up all the rainwater accumulated in the past few days.It is said that June [-]th is the day when Wuling County steps on Huashan Mountain. This is one of the grand events of the year in Wuling, and it belongs to young men and women.For this reason, Murong Zhaohui decided to wait here for two days. Originally, he came to Wuling not only to find longevity, but also to investigate the people's sentiments, and festivals are the best shortcut to investigate the people's sentiments.

On the day of the festival, the streets of Chenyang are decorated with flowers collected from the mountains, just like a holy land of Taoyuan.All kinds of seasonal flowers are interspersed with colorful colors. Girls and boys shuttle among the beautiful flowers, and it is very interesting to sing and guess riddles in pairs.Vendors in the market were selling flowers and various trinkets, which were rarely seen in Longcheng or Jingzhou.The two Xiaoshuangyanzi were very interested in these things, and bought a lot of Miao ornaments to keep.Although it may not be very useful, it is also good to keep a souvenir.The people in Wuling area were so happy, Murong Zhaohui looked a little pale, looking at those young men and women, he felt lively.

It was evening, the sun was setting and the moon was rising.Everyone lit a bonfire, lit lanterns, sang and danced around the fire.Someone put up Kongming lanterns in the market, and the shining lights flew towards the sky. After flying far away, they became like stars, shining faintly in the distant sky.The moon and stars are scarce tonight, and these Kongming lanterns just decorate the night sky lacking stars.Murong Zhaohui also lit a few Kongming lanterns, and after the heat filled the lampshades, they slowly let them fly.He recalled the scene when he and Changsheng were setting up lanterns by the river in Longcheng, but now that the lanterns were being set up, there was no one by his side, and the cool night breeze brushed against his skirt, Murong Zhaohui felt a little lonely.

Looking at the lively crowd in the distance, a young man in light green Miao costume was smiling and holding a bouquet of gardenias to his chest, and then went away.Although it was just a profile, Murong Zhaohui immediately ran towards the crowd in the distance like a demon, Xiao Shuangyanzi and several guards also followed.Murong Zhaohui called Chang Sheng's name, shuttled among the lively crowd, but there was no trace of the young man in front of him.People around looked at this outsider in surprise, not understanding what he was doing.

"Have you seen it? The child standing here just now looks like a long life!"

Xiaoshuang and Yanzi lowered their eyebrows and said, "I haven't seen it clearly, Your Highness is tired, why don't you ask Chief Jiang to order someone to look around here again?"

The heat in Murong Zhaohui's eyes cooled down, stained with a layer of loneliness.An old man of the Miao nationality wearing a headkerchief in front of him is selling gardenias. The flowers are white and fragrant, and the fragrance is fresh and pleasant.Murong Zhaohui stepped forward to pick up a bunch, and handed the old man a piece of silver.The old man hurriedly waved his hand and said, "A bouquet of flowers only needs one copper coin. You don't need to give me so much silver. Besides, it's late at night, and there are only a few bunches of gardenia left, and I will give it away if I don't give money..."

"You can take it, old man. I want the rest of the gardenias. You should go home early."

Seeing that Murong Zhaohui insisted, the old man had no choice but to take the silver and hand the remaining bunches of gardenias to the two little girls beside him.The old man looked at the lively crowd around him, and said: "Treading Huashan is so lively, the old people want to join in the fun, young people should live a lively life, how many happy days can there be? If you are less than a hundred years old, why bother to be pregnant?" Chitose Worry..."

Hearing the old man's sigh, Murong Zhaohui slowly walked back the way he came from, holding Zhizi in his arms.Just now, maybe it was because he missed Changsheng so much that his eyes were dazzled, or maybe a certain Miao boy who looked a bit like Changsheng was mistaken by him.

Changsheng trotted to the hillside with a bunch of gardenias in his arms, away from the lively crowd.Chi Lu sat on a big rock, with several Kongming lanterns piled up at her feet.He just saw that there were only a few bunches of gardenias left on the stall set up by the old man, so he hurried over to buy a bunch.The old man originally said that he would give it to him, but he refused to accept the money.Chang Sheng forcefully dropped a few copper coins and ran back in a hurry.Chi Lu was waiting for him on the hillside, and they agreed to put Kongming lanterns together.

Stepping on Huashan is the biggest festival he has spent after losing his memory, and he had a lot of fun today.The grand meeting on Treading Flower Mountain near Miaoren Valley was not as good as Chenyang, so Chi Lu and him returned to Chenyang.Although they are very close to home, they don't plan to go home today, they plan to leave after having enough fun.Chi Lu said that on the night of June, there were many fireflies flying on the mountain road leading to Miaoren Valley, and he hadn't noticed these on weekdays.Tonight, he wanted to see if those fireflies were really as beautiful as Chi Lu said.

Looking into the distance, Changsheng saw a young man dressed in Han nationality holding a bouquet of gardenias and going away. The light green clothes fluttered gently in the night wind, and the patterns embroidered on the hem seemed to fly away. Followed by two little girls and a few guards.

This person should be a young master from somewhere else, right?He thought maybe it was because of the grand festival of Thuahuashan, and the man came from other places to watch the excitement.The young man was thin and thin, although he was accompanied by others, he looked very lonely.Changsheng faintly felt that this figure was familiar, and thought that he also liked gardenia, what a coincidence.He lowered his head to look at the gardenia in his hand, and smelled it closely, the fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose.

"Xiao Ye, come here to light the lamp." Chi Lu waved to Chang Sheng, with that reassuring smile on his face, Chang Sheng liked Chi Lu's eyes and smile the most, he had never seen anyone with a prettier smile than him.

Changsheng handed the gardenia in his hand to Chi Lu, and picked up the Kongming lantern. Chi Lu lit a small piece of candle underneath with a flint. After the heat filled the lampshade, Changsheng let go.The Kongming lantern slowly rises up and gathers with the lanterns put by other people. The whole scene is spectacular and beautiful.

After putting off the lanterns, they rode away. The sound of horseshoes echoed in the mountains in the middle of the night, surrounded by the sound of insects.After passing the miasma-filled mountain, there are really many fireflies flying among the narrow mountain roads, brighter than the stars in the sky.They were flying around him, some still resting on his shoulders, blinking.Changsheng's eyes were attracted by the light of fireflies, and he sighed softly.The life of fireflies is very short. Although the larval stage lasts for ten months, the adult stage that can emit beautiful light is only about [-] days.There are many at this time, and after a period of time, it will gradually decrease. It is difficult to see such a magnificent scene, which is why he insisted on returning to Miaoren Valley at night.

"Xiao Ye, did you have fun today?" Chi Lu asked in the dark night.

"I have never seen such a scene, and I will go down the mountain to see it at this time next year."

"We have a lot of festivals here, including Qixi Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival, which is almost as lively as today."

"Well, the second brother will definitely take me to play again next time during the festival."

Recalling Aunt Ling's words, Chang Sheng said: "Aunt Ling said that there is a pond with lotus flowers nearby, but you haven't taken me there yet."

"Is it the pond in the small valley to the west? I'll take you there tomorrow. The lotus is blooming right now, and there are fewer people looking at the flowers."

Speaking of lotus, Changsheng felt inexplicably lonely, and at the same time a familiar feeling came to his heart.

The red lotus pond under the moonlit night, the young man in green, the faint fragrance of lotus.The back figure in the dream is a bit similar to that boy just now, but that boy should only come to Wuling for fun, not a local.And Chi Lu said that he rarely leaves Wuling, so it is unlikely that they will know each other.

The author has something to say: Chang Sheng met Murong Zhaohui, but... this kind of meeting... doesn't seem to be a real meeting.

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