See Jiangshan

People in the imperial capital don't pass Qixi Festival.They celebrate the 'Autumn Flower Festival' on the third day of October.

The festival originated on the eve of Cheng Qianren's ascension to the throne. The spiritual energy line of the formation covering the entire imperial capital was blown up by him into a magnificent fireworks.It's quite a bit of the faint king of the princes in Fenghuo opera.

But this year, Cheng Qianren was still saving corpses in the Cangjiang River to save money, Gu Xuejiang was still called Huajian Xuejiang, Fu Keji had a small achievement in swordsmanship, was just a beginner in the world of mortals, and could not tell cold jokes.All the stories haven't started yet.

The most popular festival for young people in the imperial capital is the seventh day of the seventh lunar month.

At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the vegetation is full of love.There was a light rain at dusk, the wind was gentle, and the rain was gentle.

All the students in Beilan had no intention of sitting still, counting silently and waiting for the dismissal bell, Mr. Jiao Xi's voice drifted away with the drizzle outside the window, and he couldn't hear a word.

With some kind of secret expectation on their faces, they whispered together and exchanged the invitations they received.

"Where are you going tonight?"

"Swallow picks it up, how about you?"

"Awesome, I'm going to the White Moon Tower."

"Not bad! Will the Lake Lord hold a banquet this year?"

"I don't know, it seems that no one in our class got the flower notes."

On the seventh day of the seventh month, it is very embarrassing to make an appointment.Just imagine how lonely it must be to drink with your classmate Qionglou, travel with beauty, stay alone in the school dormitory, with a lonely lamp and ancient scrolls, and long nights.

People in the school are impetuous, but Fu Keji is as stable as Mount Tai when he listens to the lectures and flips through the books.

Fu Keji really didn't join the contract, but he didn't panic.

He didn't even realize that there was something different tonight.

Fu Keji, a disciple of Jiange, came to Beilan to study in early spring.He has a good swordsmanship, but the theory of Jingyi policy is so-so, and his poetry, music and prose are in a mess.Chat to death within three sentences.With his personality, it is basically impossible to meet some glamorous and pure senior sisters in the imperial capital.

Girls in the imperial capital like romantic sons, and the most typical representative is the lord of Huaijin Lake, Snow Crimson Among the Flowers.

The light rain outside the window gradually subsided, the setting sun broke through the clouds, and the glow was everywhere.A golden orange light shines into the school.

When the bell rang, all the students applauded and cheered.The young Mr. Xi scolded with a smile, then threw up his sleeves and went to the appointment.

Fu Keji packed his pen and ink and prepared to go back to the dormitory.There is a small courtyard for two people in Beilan Academy. The bedroom is independent, and the study and living room are shared.Before he came, Yuan Shangqiu had monopolized the 'Daqiulin Tianzi No. [-]'. After he came, the two were made roommates by the deacon.

One looks crazy, the other looks fierce, so as not to harm others.

Fu Keji and Yuan Shangqiu looked at each other with disgust.If you draw your sword and break something, the former will register for repairs, and the latter will pay the academy.In less than three months, Da Qiulin built a new martial arts arena.

Originally, he was heartbroken by claiming compensation, so he had to visit Fu Keji frequently to adjust the relationship between him and his brother.Yuan Xiasuo is very good at dealing with people, and when he meets an indifferent and weird person like Fu Keji, he can bite the bullet and chat.

Fu Keji was about to go out, when someone behind him suddenly shouted: "Brother Fu, wait a minute, Senior Brother Yuan from Shiqu Pavilion asked me to hand it over to you."

As he spoke, he handed over a paper sprinkled with golden flowers, and Fu Keji took it, with a faint fragrance of lotus.

The classmates who are doing good things come together to take a look. There are only six words on the paper, Huaijin Lake, Lan Xinfang.The inscription is Snow Crimson Flowers.

Envious gasps sounded all around.

Fu Keji asked seriously: "Go now?"

The student who sent the letter didn't know, so he said, "Of course." After dusk, the banquet began at night.

Fu Keji nodded: "OK."

Before, he and Yuan Shangqiu made an appointment to fight Huaijin Lake, which angered Huajian Xuejiang, and the lake became a three-person chaotic battle, and the outcome was hard to tell.

Thinking that Huajian Xuejiang didn't enjoy the fight, she asked Yuan Xiasuo to hand over the letter of war and compete with him tonight.

Fu Keji thought to himself, what are you envious of, wanting to fight for me?

As night falls, the Huaijin Lake Painting Boat is brightly lit and the sky is full of flowers.

Fu Keji broke in with his sword in hand, found Yuan Xiasuo who was drinking and reciting poems in the crowd, took out a paper sprinkled with golden flowers, and asked coldly, "Where is the snow in the flowers?"

Yuan Xiasuo didn't react at all, subconsciously replied: "It seems to be in Xiaozhou in the west of the lake, do you have something to do with him?"

The west of the lake is a quiet lotus field, only the faint moonlight illuminates the deep and shallow lotus shadows.

Fu Keji found a small boat deep in the lotus leaf.

Hua Jian Xue Jiang was drinking with her long legs crossed.

Fu Keji asked, "Why are you here?"

Huajian Xuejiang was a little surprised when she saw him, and pointed to the center of the lake: "They are over there."

There was a faint singing voice in the night wind, and Fu Keji thought of the shocked gazes just now, and felt that he might have misunderstood something.Today seems to be a holiday.

Fu Keji frowned: "You're hosting a banquet, why don't you go by yourself?"

"not me."

Fu Keji understood that someone else held the banquet under Huajian Xuejiang's name, and Yuan Xiasuo got a few invitations to invite him to have fun together.

Huajian Zeng Xuejiang asked: "Do you drink?"

Fu Keji shook his head.

On the opposite bank of the lake, someone put up lanterns to pray, and the lotus lanterns floated with the waves, and the lake surface was sparkling.

Huajian Xuejiang thought, you don't drink, and you stand still, do you want to chat?

"How long have you been here?"

Fu Keji replied, "Three months."

"Do you like the imperial capital?"

Fu Keji nodded: "It's okay."

Huajian Xuejiang said: "No one doesn't like it. When the Yuan brothers first came, they brought two cooks from Qingzhou with them. It is said that Yuan Shangqiu is not used to northern cuisine. Later they discovered that every big restaurant in the imperial capital can cook Buy authentic Qingzhou sweets."

Fu Keji thought to himself, Yuan Shangqiu's grandson actually likes to eat sweets.

Huajian Xuejiang smiled: "There is everything here."

There is the highest platform for picking stars, the most beautiful girl, the best wine, and the fastest horse.

Fu Keji said: "You also have everything."

The flowers are blooming, and the fire is cooking oil.

Fu Keji was used to being alone and lonely.Tonight was the busiest time, but Huajian Xuejiang was as deserted as Fu Keji.

Fu Keji couldn't figure it out, and asked bluntly, "Why don't you go?"

"Everyone gave me 3 taels to buy wine, and invited me to drink alone tonight. I have to be absent on the Golden Stage to report my favor." Hua Jianxue smiled brightly: "Usually enough limelight, big festivals, or Don't commit crimes, let's make a few couples happy."

Fu Keji said: "There will be festivals in the future."

Huajian Xuejiang: "I do this every festival, don't you know? Oh, you're new here."

Fu Keji thought, they want you to miss the banquet today, and they want you to disappear forever tomorrow.

People are not like swords, they have greed, and their desires are hard to fill.

He wanted to say something, but Huajian Xuejiang waved his hand and sent him away: "Good night hates short, let's go play."

17-year-old Huajian Xuejiang feels that she doesn't have to celebrate festivals in her life.He is a young man who is successful, like the stars are holding the moon, and every day is like a festival.

Of course, it was very embarrassing in the end, not only the seventh day of July and the third day of October, but also the Buddha's birthday.There was a "Celebration Banquet for the [-]th Anniversary of Meeting Lin Duzhi", and everyone was not allowed to leave the next day because it was another anniversary related to Lin Duzhi.

Xu Ran was so angry that he drew his knife and slashed at him: "You are sick! If you don't show off, you will die!"

Cheng Qianren stopped him: "Forget it."

The extreme show off period of "I have deer and you don't" lasted about five years, and Gu Xuetao finally matured.

On the seventh day of the seventh month of this year, a person asked Xu Ran to report that there was a change in the snowy area, and thousands of epiphyllums bloomed in the middle of the night under the Buddha Pagoda. The reason is unknown.Only then did Xu Ran realize that Gu Xuejiang hadn't matured much.

She said indifferently: "Oh, if you don't show up, you will die."

On the pagoda, Gu Xuejiang stood in front of the glass window holding Lin Duzhi in her arms.The dark blue night sky is full of stars, and the starlight illuminates the rolling snow-capped mountains.The wind and snow rest temporarily, and the epiphyllum quietly blooms.

Gu Xuejiang: "When we left Nanyang, I took its seeds with me."

Lin Duzhi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered: "The 'Beauty under the Moon' of the Cheng Mansion?"

Gu Xuejiang: "I was going to sleep that night, you came to knock on my door with a lantern, and pulled my sleeves in a disheveled way..."

Lin Duzhi said anxiously: "That's not the case! You remember wrong!"

"Okay, it's always true to knock on the door, right? You pulled my sleeve, right?"

Lin Duzhi whispered: "It seems to be pulled."

Gu Xuejiang stopped teasing him, in fact, no matter how long it had been, he remembered every detail, the fragrance of flowers in the night wind, the light of paper lanterns, as if they were imprinted in his mind.

He opened the door, and Lin Duzhi stood in the moonlight in a white sweater: "Come with me."

Gu Xuejiang hurriedly put on a robe for him: "What happened, please speak slowly."

"I felt it just now, it's tonight! Go!"

Lin Duzhi held the lantern and dragged him to run in the dark courtyard.

"You are the first to think of me and the first to come to me when you have something to do. It means that you treat me differently from others, and I am very happy. I was shocked at the time and didn't know what you were going to do. After thinking about it, I ran away Well, no matter where you go. I admit it, and I will dance for you too."

Gu Xuejiang smiled and said, "Who knew it was just to see a single epiphyllum."

Lin Henzhi blushed and explained in a low voice: "I lived in Luming Garden at that time, and your yard is the closest to me."

Gu Xuejiang was silent for a moment, then sighed faintly: "It's a big festival..."

Lin Duzhi was a little at a loss: "Did I say something wrong? I didn't mean that."

Now that the matter has come to this point, Gu Xuejiang decided to seize the opportunity to sell misery: "Forget it, I shouldn't mention this, let's eat something first."

Lin Duzhi: "Okay, I'll wash the fruit for you."

"Can't eat fruit."

Lin Duzhi: "Cook you a bowl of porridge?"

"I have no appetite for porridge."

Lin Duzhi: "Then what do you want to eat?"

Gu Xuejiang smiled.