Chapter 72: Fireworks and Flowers

Yang Rujin was very proud of having successfully experienced what it was like to be a "dandy lady". With the mask on her face, she was even more lawless.

Whenever I pass by a lantern riddle guessing stall, I want Yang Wenyuan to show off his skills and experience the thrill of "throwing money".

Yang Wenyuan naturally disagreed.

After all, it’s someone else’s livelihood.

The reason why he took action just now was because the stall owner had won enough money from Yang Ruijin and he didn't show any mercy at all.

Now you are ruining other people's livelihoods for no reason.

Yang Wenyuan is not that boring.

Without the fun of guessing lantern riddles, no matter how beautiful the lanterns are, there will come a time when you get tired of them.

Yang Ruijin continued to walk down for a while, then felt a little bored being alone and wanted to go find her sisters.

Yang Wenyuan followed suit and led the way towards Fanlou.

……

The city of Bianjing is brightly lit tonight, and a full moon hangs high in the sky.

The sky is full of fiery trees and silver flowers, and I will have so much fun tonight that I won’t be able to go back to sleep.

Although the city of Bianjing was not as extravagant and decadent as modern cities, it also had its own bustle all night long.

Fanlou is a famous tower in Bianjing.

By tonight, there are naturally more people.

There was drinking and chatting, singing and dancing, and the place was bustling with people.

Yang Wenyuan brought Yang Ruijin to the bottom of Fan Building, and as expected, they did not see the Sheng family.

"Well, with so many of them visiting the lanterns and having fun together, they naturally wouldn't feel bored. They really didn't come so early."

Seeing that the two little sisters didn't come, Yang Ruijin's expression suddenly became a little wilted.

"Okay, okay, okay, you go play over there first, let Changqing follow you, I'll wait here, okay?" Yang Wenyuan saw through Yang Rujin's trick and said directly.

Yang Rujin smiled and responded immediately.

"Thank you cousin, I knew you were the best!"

With Changqing and some of his personal guards watching over her, Yang Wenyuan was not afraid that Yang Ruijin would get lost.

Come to think of it, it was the memory of Rong Feiyan that made Yang Wenyuan a little nervous.

Looking around on the street.

In fact, there are very few people who have many guards around them.

Most of them were accompanied by one or two close followers.

There were even some people dressed in silk and satin who had no one with them and were just having fun on the street.

After Yang Ruijin walked away, Yang Wenyuan stood there and looked out for a while, turning his head left and right, but still did not see anyone with a familiar face walking towards him.

He shook his head and prepared to go into Fanlou to sit and wait.

Yang Wenyuan had already considered that Fanlou would be busy today, so he reserved a private seat upstairs by the window in advance. The window faced the street, providing an excellent viewing position.

Just as he was about to enter the door, Yang Wenyuan's eyes inadvertently swept across the dim area under the lighthouse.

I felt a graceful figure suddenly appear at the edge of my sight, and the figure seemed strangely familiar.

Look up.

I saw a young woman standing on a stall selling masks not far away. She turned around and fiddled with the white fox mask she had just bought on her pretty face with her soft hands, her beautiful eyes full of curiosity and excitement.

She has a graceful figure and a charming smile.

The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and when I looked back, the man was there, where the lights were dim.

Yang Wenyuan fixed his gaze on the man, the more he looked, the more familiar he felt, and he could not help but walk forward slowly.

The woman next to the stall seemed to have noticed Yang Wenyuan, who was walking towards her with firm steps, and her movements paused, as if she was frozen.

Yang Wenyuan walked up to the woman, stopped, and looked at her carefully.

The woman in front of me was wearing a bright red woolen jacket with narrow sleeves and a cross collar, a red satin long skirt, and a red Xiuhe cape on the outside.

She stood there quietly.

Under the illumination of the lanterns, the colorful lights and the noisy hustle and bustle faded away, and the light and shadow flickered on her face, appearing and disappearing, like an elf in a dream.

"Hualan?"

Although Yang Wenyuan was asking, his tone was full of unquestionable affirmation.

"Ah."

Hua Lan moaned softly and immediately took off the white fox mask on her face.

Yang Wenyuan also took off the red fox mask on his face.

"Why are you here alone? Where are the others?"

"My father and mother met my aunt's family. They said they wanted to go to the Imperial Street to reserve a seat in advance and wait to watch the lanterns together in the evening. My brothers and sisters..."

Hua Lan seemed to have thought of something. She looked at Yang Wenyuan embarrassedly and whispered, "They asked me to come first and I'll be here soon." Yang Wenyuan's eyes immediately lit up.

Such a coincidence?
Could it be that these little ones were secretly matchmaking?

The more Yang Wenyuan thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

The Lantern Festival is a festival where talented men and beautiful women meet each other. Yang Ruijin and the others knew that after the Lantern Festival, the two families would formally arrange the marriage, so they might have thought of leaving the two of them alone today.

Yang Wenyuan thought to himself: No one else has the courage to do this, it must be the clever Yang Ruijin who came up with this idea.

You are such a jerk, Yang Ruijin. You didn’t even inform me in advance about such an important matter.

If it weren’t for your cousin’s keen eye, wouldn’t we have missed it?
Of course, it’s also nice to meet by chance right now.

Yes, this kind of subjective initiative is needed!
"Oh, so that's it!"

Yang Wenyuan intentionally or unintentionally fiddled with the fan in front of Hua Lan and said, "That's quite a coincidence."

"Um……"

Hualan glanced at the fan in Yang Wenyuan's hand, but her delicate hand hidden under the cloak involuntarily touched the fan that Rulan insisted she take with her before leaving, and she felt embarrassed.

Hualan was now certain that her brothers and sisters had "impure motives".

All the props have been prepared in advance!
After thinking about it, Hualan suppressed her embarrassment, took out the fan with a blushing face, and held it in her hand like Yang Wenyuan.

Yang Wenyuan looked at Hualan taking out the fan, and his face immediately showed joy, and he stretched out the fan in his hand.

"What a coincidence tonight, these two fans finally fit together."

Yang Wenyuan smiled brightly, moved closer to Hualan, opened his fan, and showed it to Hualan, saying, "Look, the first stanza of the poem on your fan is on my fan."

Upon hearing this, Hua Lan cast her expectant eyes towards the fan in Yang Wenyuan's hand, and softly read the words on it, word by word:
"The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night, and blows down stars like rain. The road is filled with the fragrance of BMW and carved carriages, the sound of phoenix flutes moves, the light of jade pots turns, and fish and dragons dance all night long."

Then he looked back at the words he had memorized:
"The moth is covered with golden threads of snow willow, and leaves with a smile and a faint fragrance. I have searched for him among the crowd for hundreds of times, but when I look back suddenly, he is there, in the dimly lit place."

This poem is now a perfect unity.

This situation and scene seem to be exactly the same as the scene described in the poem.

Hualan looked at the two fans in the two men's hands, with shyness and timidity in her eyes.

“When did you write this poem?”

Hua Lan looked at the clearly expressed poem in her hand and did not believe that this was written by Yang Wenyuan when he was in Yangzhou. Instead, she was a little worried that this was the same poem Yang Wenyuan wrote on this day in previous years, looking back at a young girl under the lantern.

Love at first sight, and then to compose such a beautiful poem.

Yang Wenyuan smiled when he heard this, raised his fan and tapped his head gently.

"Articles are made by nature, but come by chance."

After thinking for a while, he made up another sentence, "It was destined by heaven, no need to doubt it."

"These words just popped into my head, I don't remember when."

"You're talking nonsense!" Hua Lan rolled her eyes at Yang Wenyuan and said coquettishly.

Under the reflection of the surrounding lights, her delicate cheeks were lightly rosy, her face was like a peach blossom, she was shy and beautiful.

Upon closer inspection, Yang Wenyuan felt that under the candlelight of the lanterns, Hualan's beauty was even more beautiful than usual.

Her eyes were like autumn water, her eyebrows were like distant black ink, her face was as smooth as white jade, her beautiful and delicate face appeared a little hazy under the light, her two rosy lips were tightly closed, like a tender and juicy cherry, making people want to kiss her.

This stunning beauty so close to him made Yang Wenyuan stunned for a moment.

The hibiscus comes out of the clear water and is carved naturally.

This is far from comparable to the Asian sorcery of later generations.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Seeing that Yang Wenyuan was staring at her, Hua Lan couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. She didn't dare to look directly into Yang Wenyuan's gaze and quickly put the mask back on. Only then did she feel that the heat on her face had subsided a lot.

This Yang Wenyuan is indeed not a good person.

Even if I were you...

wrong.

I am not related to him now, so how can he stare at me like this?

A prodigal son!

"You are the daughter of the Sheng family. Don't you understand the saying, 'One day without seeing you feels like three years' time away'?"

"you……"

Hearing Yang Wenyuan's blunt and explicit words, Hua Lan felt the faded blush rising up her cheeks again, and the heart was pounding uncontrollably.

In order to prevent Yang Wenyuan from continuing to say nonsense, Hua Lan quickly turned away, stretched out her soft hands to pick at the mask on the stall, and found something to do.

Looking at Hualan, who looked cute and lovely again with the white fox mask on, Yang Wenyuan knew that too much is as bad as too little, so he stopped talking.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he put on the mask as well, and suggested to Hua Lan:
"They haven't come yet, why don't we go shopping first?"

Yang Wenyuan already knew that this was an opportunity created by Yang Ruijin and the others, so he naturally had to seize it.

Hua Lan also understood that this was an opportunity for them to be alone given by their brothers and sisters, and that they might never meet again tonight. After hesitating for a moment, she touched the mask on her face and nodded slightly.

(End of this chapter)