Chapter 524

Ning Rong Street, Lady Rongguo Prefecture.

On the dawn of New Year's Eve, Jia Mu and those with titles all wore court dress according to their rank, sat in eight-person sedan chairs, and entered the palace to offer New Year's greetings; after performing the rituals and attending the banquet, it was nearly noon when they returned.

Jia Cong and Jia Zheng led the clan's descendants to stand in formation in the courtyard before the ancestral hall.

The female relatives of the Jia family had entered the back hall of the ancestral hall in advance to wait in line; sisters like Seeing Yingchun, Seeing Tan Chun, and Little Xichun were all in the ranks, but Lin Daiyu was the only one missing. Although she was favored by Jia Mu, she was an outsider and did not enter the ancestral hall during the New Year's rituals.

In the morning, she had finished sending New Year's gifts to Jia Cong, and although she felt slightly lost in her heart because of the Zou Min'er matter, saying she wanted to go back to her room to rest, there was also an element of missing her relatives during the New Year and avoiding the ancestral sacrifices of her maternal family.

After Jia Mu's carriage returned to the mansion, the male and female descendants were led into the ancestral hall together.

The chief officiant for the New Year's Eve ancestral sacrifice had changed several times, from the initial Jia Jing to Jia She; the chief officiant this year should have been Jia Cong, who inherited the hereditary title.

But Jia Cong put filial piety and ritual first, yielding the position of chief officiant to Jia Zheng.

This was not just out of gratitude and respect for Jia Zheng's care and protection since childhood, but because deep in Jia Cong's heart, after all the twists and turns he had suffered since he was a child, he did not have a full sense of belonging to the Jia family.

This New Year's Eve ancestral sacrifice was ultimately officiated by Jia Zheng, with Jia Cong as the assisting officiant, Jia Baoyu offering the wine, Jia Jia Huan offering the silk, Jia Lan holding the incense, and the male descendants of the side branches spreading the prayer mats and guarding the burning pool.

With the music of the blue-robed musicians, all the rituals and procedures were performed one by one, bowing and rising, burning silk and offering wine; the rituals ended and the music stopped, and by the time it was over, the sun was already setting on New Year's Eve.

After the ancestral sacrifice was completed, Jia Mu took the descendants and daughters-in-law of the Lady Rongguo line to the large flower hall behind the Rongqing Hall to set up the family banquet.

Because the sky had not yet fully darkened and the wine and dishes had not yet been set on the tables, Wang Wang Xifeng directed the maids to set up melons, fruits, and tea, and lit various lanterns in the corridors and passages around the flower hall, which were bright and dazzling, dazzling the eyes.

Jia Mu talked with Xue Xue Yima and others, while sisters like Seeing Yingchun, Xue Baochai, Seeing Tan Chun, and Little Xichun played Go or dominoes on one side.

Since Jia Cong inherited the Lady Rongguo hereditary title, he had been naturally separated from the position of the younger generation, as if it would be improper for him to chat and have fun with the sisters again.

Jia Zheng had long since pulled him to the side hall outside the flower hall to chat with the grandfather-generation members like Jia Dairu and several uncles of the literary generation; the various topics were dull and uninteresting, making Jia Cong feel somewhat drowsy.

An uncle of the literary generation was in frequent contact with the side branch in Jin Ling, and in their idle chat, he mentioned the matter of the Zhen family in Jin Ling.

He said that the newly appointed thousand-household officer of the Jin Ling Embroidered Uniform Guard, Wang Wang Zhangjiang, was shrewd and capable, with fierce methods, and seemed to have a grudge against the Zhen family in Jin Ling.

Upon taking office, he began to investigate the old case of the Zhen family's shops involving the private manufacture of firearms......

Jia Cong had originally found their superficial topics very uninteresting, but hearing this news, his heart couldn't help but jump suddenly.

The matter of Zhen Zhen Shiwen involving the private manufacture of firearms was like the case of Jia She involving the private transport of firearms; as long as no one investigated or pursued it, it could be muddled through.

But if someone received instructions from the Emperor and no longer feared the Zhen family's hidden power, and investigated to the end with all their might, Zhen Zhen Shiwen's case would definitely be difficult to escape from.

Back then, the thousand-household officer of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, Ge Captain Ge Zhi Cheng, was not an incompetent person, but he feared the existence of the Zhen family's Old Imperial Consort and did not dare to investigate the Zhen family recklessly, needing solid evidence to convict them.

But Ge Captain Ge Zhi Cheng did not have enough time or sufficient authority to find solid evidence against Zhen Zhen Shiwen in a short period of time, and furthermore, Zhen Zhen Shiwen died strangely at a critical moment.

Various reasons intertwined, which caused Ge Captain Ge Zhi Cheng to fall into a stalemate, and later Du Du Hengxin was suddenly assassinated......

Behind everything, there seemed to be a pair of invisible giant hands controlling the rhythm and direction of it all.

In such an unpredictable situation, Ge Captain Ge Zhi Cheng was defeated, lost his office, and his loss was not surprising at all.

Now that the Zhen family's Old Imperial Consort had passed away, the Zhen family had lost its greatest backing, and the old case was being reopened, filled with a sense of ulterior motives.

Jia Cong suddenly remembered Zhen Zhen Fangqing, who was currently in the imperial mausoleum outside the city, observing mourning for the Zhen family's Old Imperial Consort for half a year, and a sense of worry arose in his heart......

The fourteenth year of the Jia Zhao reign, New Year's Eve, sunset.

In the northern suburbs of the Love Shenjing, the mausoleum of Emperor Emperor Hongxuan.

To the west of the imperial mausoleum, there were several villas where the imperial clan guarding the mausoleum lived.

On New Year's Eve, even the imperial descendants guarding the mausoleum returned to their respective mansions to keep vigil.

Only one villa was still brightly lit; two carriages were parked at the courtyard gate, and many servants were busy moving things in and out.

In the middle of the main room of the villa, an exquisite cloisonné hollow incense burner of fortune, prosperity, and longevity flickered with a fiery red glow, and the incense burner was filled with top-grade silver frost charcoal mixed with storax and cypress incense, emitting a fragrant and warm atmosphere.

Although Zhen Zhen Fangqing grew up in the palace, she had lived in Jin Ling for the past five years and had become accustomed to the mild weather in the south; suddenly facing the severe cold of the Love Shenjing again, she was somewhat unaccustomed to it.

Although the room was hot with the incense burner, she was still wrapped up tightly; her pretty face was white and crystal clear, her wonderful eyes were as clear as water, her bearing was outstanding, and she was clear, beautiful, and moving.

She wore a silver-blue jacket embroidered with flowers, covered with a sleeveless black fox fur long jacket, and wore a black fox fur Zhaojun cap on her head, holding a copper hand warmer in her left hand.

At this time, she was holding the hand warmer in her left hand to keep warm, while her right hand was flipping through the business account books sent from Jin Ling for the past two months.

The maid Bei'er smiled as she entered and said, "Third Miss, Cong Sanye Cong of the Lady Rongguo Prefecture has sent two carriages of New Year's gifts, and the servants outside are moving them now."

"There are fifty shi each of top-grade rouge rice and green glutinous rice, five pairs of bear paws, ten live animals such as muntjacs, deer, roe deer, and sheep, two hundred catties of river and sea products, and three hundred catties of top-grade silver frost charcoal."

"And some other rare things......"

"These things will be more than enough for the whole winter. Cong Sanye Cong is quite considerate to the young lady, worrying that you would be alone for the winter, and he has calculated all these delicate matters for you."

"The New Year's gifts the young lady prepared were sent to the Count's Mansion by Aunt Liu just after noon."

Zhen Zhen Fangqing closed the account book in her hand and smiled, "For the things Jia Yuzhang sent, you pick some of each, have the kitchen cook some southern-style dishes, and later you and Zhao Yiniang can keep vigil with me."

As the two were talking, Aunt Liu entered and said, "Miss, a letter has been sent from Jin Ling by our master, and it was sent by fast horse by a servant."

Zhen Zhen Fangqing was slightly startled when she heard this; because of the mourning for the Zhen family's Old Imperial Consort, she was staying in the Love Shenjing to observe mourning, and the family business was left to Liu Linjiang Xian to manage.

She knew that Liu Linjiang Xian was cautious and careful, understood priorities, and now that it was the New Year, he would only send a letter by fast horse if something had changed in Jin Ling.

Zhen Zhen Fangqing took the letter, unfolded it, and browsed through it quickly; her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and her expression was somewhat solemn.

Aunt Liu asked, "Miss, what urgent matter did our master say in the letter?"

Zhen Zhen Fangqing said, "Uncle Linjiang Xian said in the letter that the thousand-household officer of the Jin Ling Embroidered Uniform Guard, Ge Captain Ge Zhi Cheng, has been dismissed, and the newly appointed thousand-household officer, Wang Wang Zhangjiang, began to investigate the old case involving Third Brother's firearms as soon as he arrived in Jin Ling."

Aunt Liu was a manager in the second branch of the Zhen family and knew something about the inside story of Zhen Zhen Shiwen's matter; originally, after the third master of the first branch passed away, those suspicions were settled, and she didn't expect them to be stirred up again.

Aunt Liu asked, "Third Miss, will the Embroidered Uniform Guard's investigation into Cong Sanye's old case hinder the Zhen family?"

Zhen Zhen Fangqing said in a relaxed tone, "After Third Brother passed away, the family business and shops were all reorganized by me."

"Any violations of the rules or disloyal people have been dealt with and reported to the authorities, so there are no handles. Even if the Embroidered Uniform Guard re-investigates this matter, it will be very difficult to find any pain points, so there is no need to worry too much."

"I will write back to Uncle Linjiang Xian; there is no need to be too anxious about this matter for now. Today is New Year's Eve, so you all go and busy yourselves with keeping vigil."

After Aunt Liu and the maid Bei'er walked out of the room, the relaxation that had been on Zhen Zhen Fangqing's face slowly faded.

She looked at the spirit tablet of the Zhen family's Old Imperial Consort enshrined in the main room and murmured, "Old Ancestor, your body is not yet cold, but the Zhen family has already lost its barrier; this is a case of 'when the wall falls, everyone pushes,' and someone wants to settle scores after the autumn......"

She took out an exquisite wooden box from a hidden compartment on the display shelf in the main room and took out two pieces of paper, examining them carefully for a while.

This was what she had torn from Zou Zou Huaiyi's secret account book that day.

She sighed slightly, her gaze falling unintentionally on the calligraphy hanging on the wall; this was the "Linjiang Linjiang Xian" written by Jia Cong.

It was Zhen Zhen Fangqing's favorite item, and she would carry it with her wherever she went.

Every character in the calligraphy was ancient, clumsy, and elegant, with an extraordinary charm, like a sword or a halberd, revealing a brilliant and surging heroic spirit: "The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, the waves wash away the heroes......"

Lady Rongguo Prefecture, large flower hall.

Jia Mu had set up more than ten tables in the large flower hall and the side hall outside, with five tables in the flower hall, all seated with female relatives of the Lady Rongguo Prefecture.

Beside each table was a small side table, burning imperial-bestowed lily palace incense, with tea hangers, tea bowls, spittoons, foreign towels, and small potted landscapes covered with moss.

Besides Jia Mu, Xue Xue Yima, Lady Xing, Lady Wang, Wang Wang Xifeng, Li Wan, Lady You, Jia Baoyu, Seeing Yingchun, Lin Daiyu, Xue Baochai, Seeing Tan Chun, Little Xichun, Xing Xing Xiuyan, and others.

Another category was the old maids in Jia Mu's room, Aunt Zhou and Aunt Zhao in Jia Zheng's room, the two concubines with status in Jia She's room, and Zhi Shao, Zhen Ying Lady Lian, and others in Jia Cong's room.

Several other side tables were for the managing maids and executive maids who now had status in the mansion, such as Lin Lin Zhixiao's wife, Sister Yuanyang, Ping'er, Wu'er, Sister Xi Ren, and others.

In fact, Xiaohong, the managing maid of Rongxi Hall newly appointed by Jia Cong, could also have sat at the side table, but she was stopped by Lin Lin Zhixiao's wife.

Now her daughter was better off keeping a low profile; having just been promoted, coming out to show her face would only make people feel she was frivolous.

If she offended the Second Lady's face because of this and caused trouble during the New Year, it would be even worse.

Wang Wang Xifeng also cleared some space between the large flower hall and the side hall, and invited two female storytellers with sharp tongues, accompanied by several musicians playing small drums and ivory cards.

They told happy storytelling books like "Jade Hairpin," "Full Hall Spring," and "Joy Enters the Door," which further set off the festive and lively atmosphere of the Lady Rongguo Prefecture's New Year's Eve banquet.

Jia Mu was a person who loved high spirits and enjoyment; on such New Year's occasions, she herself was not taboo about laughing and joking, so the female relatives at each table in the large flower hall were not very restrained when drinking and talking.

It was just that according to the rules, they had to stay up late on New Year's Eve, so no one dared to drink too much; everyone kept their drinking capacity in check, and the executive maids and maids who accompanied the tables, because they were on duty, only tasted a little or did not drink at all.

On the contrary, the five or six tables of men outside the flower hall, because they were seated with the title-holder Jia Cong, the court official Jia Zheng, and the clan school grandfather Jia Jia Dairu, the other descendants at the tables were all well-behaved and did not dare to be half-presumptuous.

By the end of the Hai hour, Seeing Tan Chun felt a bit impatient and called a maid to invite Jia Cong to the inner table so he could sit and chat with the sisters, which finally allowed Jia Cong to get rid of the boring men's tables in the side hall.

The happiest person at the banquet was probably Jia Baoyu; in the past, the sisters were always coming and going in the East Mansion, and this year he had much less time to chat and laugh with the sisters than in previous years, which was truly very annoying.

It was just that the East Mansion was an imperial-bestowed Count's Mansion with strict rules, and the threshold was too high, so even Jia Mu could not easily interfere.

Jia Baoyu could mostly only sigh; he didn't dare to throw his jade or throw a tantrum anymore, because he knew Lin Daiyu hated it most when he threw his jade, and back then, the two had become estranged because of it.

So, Jia Baoyu had wasted his trick of throwing his jade in vain, and furthermore, after the Imperial Clan Court came to reprimand him, the experience officer Liu Liu Shuyou specifically reminded Jia Zheng about the taboo of the "jade-bearing" talk.

From that time on, Jia Zheng opened his mouth and told Jia Baoyu to put the jade away properly and not to carry it around every day to show off.

Although Jia Mu and Lady Wang were reluctant to part with this strange prestige they had managed for over a decade, thinking that it would offend the one in the palace, they had to silently agree to Jia Zheng's decision. Jia Cong looked at Jia Jia Baoyu, who was not wearing his jade at the table, and felt a sense of indescribable absurdity and comedy.

But Jia Baoyu was unaware of this, and today he sat at a table with the sisters, drinking and talking, which truly made him happy.

Moreover, at the side table today were also the famous beautiful maids of the East Mansion, Zhi Shao, Wu'er, Zhen Ying Lady Lian, and others, whom he rarely caught a glimpse of.

They were truly like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each excelling in their own way; Jia Baoyu sighed in his heart, never expecting that the world would produce such strange and beautiful daughters.

It was a pity that these people had all entered Jia Cong's room; how could he, a pedantic and greedy person, have such good fortune, while he, a person who transcended the vulgar......

Jia Baoyu's heart was filled with wild thoughts, either indignant or pitiful, but his eyes kept glancing at the side table, appreciating the beauty of the daughters who made him intoxicated.

Suddenly, feeling something vaguely, he turned his head and saw Lin Daiyu at the same table glancing at him, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, her moving autumn-water eyes filled with distance and reproach.

Jia Baoyu felt as if his heart had been pricked; could it be that Little Lin Meimei was unhappy that he was peeking at the East Mansion's maids? That would be terrible.

Jia Baoyu sat up straight immediately and didn't dare to look at the side table blindly anymore, only chatting and laughing with the sisters, not wanting to lose his composure in front of Little Lin Meimei.

Jia Cong, who was at the table, saw this scene of Lin Daiyu, and smiled slightly in his heart. Seeing him look at her, Lin Daiyu thought of the light blue Xue Tao paper she had seen in the morning.

"In the deep alley, the fireworks evoke thoughts of the floating life; the spring water of the river laments the parting."

Lin Daiyu thought that if Third Brother hadn't provoked her, how could Miss Zou have such deep feelings for him? Although she couldn't find a reason, she just felt uncomfortable in her heart.

Thinking of this, she turned her head away in a huff, holding back from looking at Jia Cong.

By the end of the Hai hour, the managing maids and executive maids at the side table each said goodbye to Jia Mu.

Because on New Year's Eve, firecrackers, fireworks, and lamps were most prone to accidents, they had duties on their shoulders, so they naturally had to patrol everywhere or return to their rooms to manage things.

Seeing that Zhi Shao and the others had all left, Lin Daiyu also felt a bit tired, and taking advantage of the gap when everyone was busy having fun and talking, she stood up and headed toward the side door of the flower hall.

Seeing this, Jia Cong also stood up and followed her out.

Although Jia Baoyu was afraid that Lin Daiyu would dislike him and didn't dare to peek at the maids at the side table, he was still very concerned about Lin Daiyu.

Suddenly seeing her stand up and leave alone, he thought about following her to talk, so he also stood up and followed her out.

Lin Daiyu walked out of the large flower hall and walked a few steps along the wind and rain corridor; colorful lanterns were hung under the eaves on both sides, which were very gorgeous and beautiful.

But facing the gorgeous lanterns, Lin Daiyu felt a bit listless, and thinking of the New Year's festival, being away from home for several years, her mother passing away early, and her father being far away, she felt an indescribable emptiness.

Suddenly, Jia Cong's voice came from behind: "Little Lin Meimei, where are you going alone?"

Lin Daiyu was in a depressed mood, and suddenly hearing Jia Cong's voice, she was surprised and happy, and turned around to answer unconsciously: "Third Brother!"

Under the colorful lanterns, Jia Cong's smile appeared before her, and he asked: "On New Year's Eve, what are you doing going out alone?"

Lin Daiyu felt inexplicably happy, but said: "I'm tired; I'm going back to lie down."

At this moment, Jia Baoyu's voice came from behind: "Little Lin Meimei, where are you going? Stop for a moment."

Hearing this voice, Lin Daiyu frowned, and in her haste, her slender waist was suddenly hugged by Jia Cong, and she was pulled to the corner of the corridor, standing exactly in the shadow of the corridor pillar.

Lin Daiyu felt as if she were almost hugged in Jia Cong's arms, feeling a burst of panic in her heart, but she was reluctant to break free.

Jia Baoyu almost walked past them, but the shadow of the corridor pillar was a blind spot in the light, and against the backdrop of the gorgeous and bright lanterns, it was completely pitch black.

Jia Baoyu had vaguely seen Lin Daiyu's shadow just now, but for some reason, it disappeared instantly; feeling confused, he continued to search forward.

After Jia Baoyu walked far away, Lin Daiyu subconsciously struggled a bit and scolded: "Third Brother, what are you doing? No pulling and tugging."

In the darkness, Jia Cong laughed softly: "Do you want Jia Baoyu to find you and pester you?"

Lin Daiyu was slightly proud and said: "I won't pester you either."

At this moment, she realized that Jia Cong was still hugging her slender waist.

She was about to struggle free, but Jia Cong had already let go, which instead made her feel a slight sense of shy regret.

Jia Cong laughed: "It's just past the Hai hour, and that thing should be delivered soon. I'll take sister to see something fun; sister will definitely like it."

As he spoke, he pulled Lin Daiyu's small hand and took a side path, heading straight for the East Mansion, to avoid running into Jia Baoyu halfway.

Little did they know that not long after they left, Hearing Zi Juan, who didn't see Lin Daiyu in the flower hall, followed them out to look for her young lady.

Although it was close to midnight, because it was New Year's Eve, Wang Wang Xifeng had long ordered people to hang lanterns everywhere in the mansion to show celebration.

Therefore, even in the dark night, the light was bright everywhere, and it was convenient to walk on the road.

Lin Daiyu was pulled by Jia Cong all the way, and the shadows of trees and houses along the way constantly swept over them, accompanied by the light and nimble sound of their footsteps.

Lin Daiyu felt Jia Cong's palm holding her hand, so warm and powerful, which made her feel a sense of stability, and the trace of spoiled anger in her heart was quickly melted away by the tenderness in her heart.

Originally, she was being pulled by Jia Cong, but soon she began to take the initiative to keep up with Jia Cong's pace.

She asked: "Third Brother, are you coaxing me again? In this pitch-black darkness, where could there be anything fun?"

Jia Cong laughed: "When have I ever coaxed sister with lies? Just follow me; you'll definitely like it when you see it. It's just whether the Yongjin Studio really made it."

The two passed by the Lixiang Courtyard, crossed the side gate between the two mansions, and headed straight for the direction of the Dengxian Pavilion.

Walking all the way to the plum forest planted with plum blossoms from Mount Mount Xuanmu under the Dengxian Pavilion, and then onto a stone bridge on the water pavilion by the plum forest, Jia Cong stopped.

The clouds in the sky were melting, the water under the bridge was murmuring, the plum blossoms by the water were slanting, and the cold, strange fragrance was rich.

Lin Daiyu laughed: "The night scene tonight is excellent, but it's not rare. Is this what Third Brother called something fun? And you said you weren't coaxing me."

Jia Cong laughed: "Wait a little longer."

The two stood on the stone bridge for only a while when several people walked over from a distance.

Lin Daiyu recognized the person walking in front as a managing maid from the inner courtyard, and the woman following her was a stranger, with several rough maids behind them, each carrying several boxes of things.

Jia Cong asked the unfamiliar woman: "Is this lady from the Yongjin Studio?"

The woman laughed: "Returning to the Count, the owner of the Yongjin Studio is my husband. My husband received the Count's letter a few days ago and worked day and night to make the things the Count wanted, so it didn't delay the matter."

Jia Cong said happily: "That's very good; it's been hard work for Shopkeeper Hong."

The woman hurriedly said: "The Count has shown great kindness to our family; these words are really too much for us. If it weren't for the Count letting my old man work in the Firearms Construction Workshop,

how could our family have the ability to come to this place at the feet of the Son of Heaven and live a life of plenty? The great kindness is hard to repay, so we must do the small things the Count ordered well."

Jia Cong laughed: "It's been hard work for this lady; I imagine you must know how to manage things. Let us appreciate the ancestral craft of the Hong family."

The woman hurriedly agreed and directed the few rough maids to place the boxes in order by the water, carefully connecting various fuses.

She said to Jia Cong: "Count and Miss, look carefully."

Jia Cong nodded at her, and the woman took out a fire-starter and lit the fuse; only a few sharp whistles were heard, and gorgeous fireworks had already bloomed in the sky.

The woman shouted from under the bridge: "Count and Miss, look carefully, the main event is coming."

The box of things by the water kept spitting flames into the sky, and before long, gorgeous and magnificent fireworks filled the entire sky.

White as snow, red as fire, yellow as gold, green as emerald—gorgeous and varied, beautiful beyond compare.

Lin Daiyu's pretty face was full of joy: "Third Brother, it's really beautiful. Look, that looks like a full moon, that's a stone bridge, and there are plum blossoms and green branches."

"Third Brother, these fireworks are so magical, truly the best in the world, never heard of before."

At this time, the gorgeous patterns of stone bridges, bright moons, and plum branches composed of fireworks in the sky soon faded and went out.

Lin Daiyu said with regret: "Third Brother, this is clearly the first time I've seen such beautiful fireworks; why do they look so familiar?"

At this time, the box of fireworks by the water finished firing the first round and actually continued to fire the second round, and the strange scene of the bright moon, stone bridge, and red plum blossoms appeared in the sky again.

Lin Daiyu couldn't help but jump for joy, and Jia Cong took down the sachet he was carrying and held it in front of Lin Daiyu, laughing: "Sister said it looked familiar; isn't it the same as this?"

As soon as Lin Daiyu saw this sachet, her bright eyes were filled with joy and understanding, and her eyes instantly became moist; the slight spoiled anger and loss had long since disappeared.

That sachet was embroidered by Lin Daiyu herself when Jia Cong went to Liaodong to patrol the borders, and it had been carried by Jia Cong ever since; the sachet was embroidered with the pattern of a stone bridge, a bright moon, and red plum blossoms.

The wonderful pattern composed of fireworks in the sky was a complete copy of the pattern embroidered on the sachet—vivid and lifelike, ingenious and amazing, breathtaking.

Lin Daiyu looked at the gorgeous picture in the sky that had not yet completely dissipated, her beautiful eyes filled with admiration and obsession, and she leaned into Jia Cong's arms unconsciously, letting Jia Cong gently hug her slender waist.

At this time, the box of fireworks by the river began to fire the third round, and the fireworks in the sky bloomed one after another—fire trees and silver flowers, gorgeous as poetry.

The two leaning on the stone bridge, under the illumination of the magnificent and dazzling firelight, seemed like people not of the mortal world.

The fireworks that sprayed one after another formed a strange and beautiful picture for the last time.

Heaven and earth, stone bridge and red plum blossoms, facing each other, a bright moon of fireworks reflected in the water under the bridge.

In just an instant, a strange phenomenon of unparalleled beauty was born.

This scene would definitely be permanently engraved, regardless of life or death, regardless of ups and downs. (End of chapter)