Lantern Festival

  Her future path is very uncertain, whether it's ominous or perilous are all unknowns.

  "Miss, what are you saying? I'm willing to follow Miss for the rest of my life." Cheng Xiang heard this and pouted, half-kneeling beside the wheelchair: "Doesn't Miss want me anymore?"

  Lan Ya shook her head helplessly and didn't want to say anything more, reaching out to touch her hair: "You silly girl, let's go, isn't the Zheng Yuan Festival lively?"

  She doesn't like crowded places, but she's interested in the flower lanterns. If she didn't go, this little girl probably wouldn't have gone either.

  The entire city of Beijing was most lively on Floating Splendor Street. Last time I came out, there were many flower lanterns on the street, but not many people buying them. After a few days, this Floating Splendor Street has changed greatly.

  Lan Ya looked around, the crowd was like a sea of people, apart from buying and selling lanterns, there were many performers, clay figurine makers, and all sorts of street food stalls, it was extremely lively.

  Today, Lan Ya still wore black clothes and a black hat with a veil. On the day of Zheng Yuan's Lantern Festival, Mu Leqing would probably come too. She didn't want to get into trouble.

  "Unexpectedly, there are so many people on just a small holiday." Lan Ya was somewhat surprised. Since she was young, she only knew that on August 15th and the Spring Festival, the Yin Yue family would gather together to have a meal.

  In such a lively atmosphere, Lan Ya saw it for the first time and felt a sense of presence that was also somewhat infectious. Perhaps she shouldn't always live in the past and should start adapting to her new life.

  "Of course, the Zhēng Yuán Huā Jiē is a tradition passed down from our ancestors. People in our country place great importance on this festival. I heard that every year during the Zhēng Yuán Festival, the imperial family holds a poetry and art competition." Xīn Xiāng explained, her voice too loud, her face slightly flushed.

  Lan Ya smiled slightly upon seeing this and showed some interest in the poetry competition: "How does one compete?"

  "Hmm?" Xingxiang thought for a moment: "I heard Chun Tao from the mansion say that it's some kind of poem or song, and the first prize is 100,000 gold."

  "Have you heard? Haven't you seen it before?" Lan Ya asked, her heart involuntarily shocked for a moment. Ten million gold coins, the royal family really can afford to spend money.

  Chen Xiang's face turned somewhat ugly: "There is a rule in the mansion that servants who have signed a contract of sale are not allowed to leave the mansion privately."

  "Since you haven't seen it either, let's go take a look today." Lan Ya said soothingly.

  The Royal Talent Poetry Competition, she went there half for Chen Xiang and half because she was interested in the 100,000 taels of gold.

  One hundred thousand taels of gold is no small sum, and it has a great appeal to her!

  Chen Xiang pushed Lan Ya through the crowded crowd. This year's Royal Talent Show and Competition was scheduled to start after 8 pm, so it seemed they had arrived a bit early.

  "Miss, why don't we go somewhere else for a stroll first?" Chen Xiang suggested.

  "Alright." Lan Ya nodded and turned her eyes to the flower lanterns in the distance, saying: "Isn't today the Flower Lantern Festival? Why don't we go release some flower lanterns?"

  When in Rome, do as the Romans do, she also needs to learn to change.

  "Alright, alright." Xiangxiang clapped her hands, very delighted.

  The street of luxury is not far from the moat, and the riverbank on both sides is filled with countless flower lanterns. The girls below hold various flower lanterns in their hands, and the entire river surface is covered with a red glow that cannot be described. Looking along the river, it's quite spectacular.

  Chen Xiang went to buy flower lanterns, Lan Ya sat bored, lifted the black veil and looked at the words written by the girls on the flower lanterns below. Her eyesight was very good, the small brush characters on the flower lanterns, under the illumination of the candles, she saw clearly.