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The woman was dressed in bright red. She wore a short-sleeved blouse with wide sleeves, and a pomegranate skirt that trailed the ground. The skirt was tied high above her waistline, revealing her exquisite and graceful figure. A few strands of her long black hair fell on her shoulders, contrasting against her fair skin. She didn't have any makeup on her face, and her peerless appearance was even more elegant and beautiful. Her steps were light and graceful, and she walked leisurely as if she was dancing. A maid in green followed behind her. Her appearance was average, but her eyes were cold and bright.
"I'm Ji Yaoyu. Greetings to all of you." The woman bowed gracefully.
"Beauty cries at the spring gauze. Jasper today competes with beauty. Her eyebrows steal the color of daylily. Her red skirt kills the pomegranate. Her new song is mesmerizing. She dances drunkenly. Who would have thought that five strands could prolong one's life? But today, I will die in the Jun Family. "The white-browed man from earlier stared at the woman with misty eyes. Ying Feiyang wasn't good with words. He could barely understand that the words were praising the woman's makeup. But then he heard a rough voice say, "Good poem. If I could get a kiss from such a beauty, it would be worth it even if I were to die today."
Ying Feiyang looked towards the source of the voice and was greatly surprised. The person who spoke was actually a soldier of a foreign tribe. This person was fat and burly, had a long beard, yellow eyes, and a fierce face. He carried a valiant aura that came from killing on the battlefield. It seemed that because of this valiant aura, although there were many people in the temple, no one stood around him. Only Ying Feiyang, Princess Yuzhen, and the white-browed young master stood beside him.
"I didn't expect this pig-looking soldier to be more literate than me." Ying Feiyang thought to himself. He felt that this soldier was extraordinary and couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
The white-browed man sighed. "What a pity. This woman belongs to the Twelve Squares of the Red Pavilion. I'm afraid we're not fated."
"Twelve Red Pavilions?" The soldier frowned and asked, "What's the matter? I've just arrived in Luoyang. Please tell me about it, young master, lest I offend someone I shouldn't offend."
Master Bai Mei laughed: "I wonder if General has heard of First Madame Gongsun?"
"Gongsun Yiwu has shocked the world. Of course, I've heard of it. Unfortunately, I've never had the chance to meet him." The soldier sighed with regret.
"The bodies of dancers and singers are like duckweed, and the people of the world look down on them. These delicate girls are surrounded by tigers and wolves all day long. Needless to say, it's hard for them to protect their chastity. If they offend some influential person, it's normal for them to die. These generals are aware of this." At this point, the white-browed gentleman sighed softly, as if he was lamenting the fate of those women. He then continued, "First Madame Gongsun took pity on these women, so she established the Twelve Red Pavilions. From then on, as long as the dancers, singers, musicians, and musicians had an outstanding skill, they could enter the Twelve Red Pavilions. As long as they became a member of the Twelve Red Pavilions, they would be in charge of their own lives, and no one could force them. "
The soldier said doubtfully, "Really? It's just a group of a few women. How could they be so capable?"
The white-browed gentleman laughed and said, "About this, you can ask Zhang Honglu who lost his son, Censor Li who lost half of his ear, and Marquis Li who lost his power. First Madame Gongsun's dance has touched the way of heaven. Her 'Xihe Sword' can be used to entertain people, and it can certainly be used to kill people, not to mention … "
The white-browed gentleman deliberately paused, pointed to the sky, and said mysteriously, "The relationship between First Madame Gongsun and that sword is also extraordinary."
"That sword …" The soldier followed his finger and looked at the sky doubtfully. Suddenly, his eyes brightened, and he said in surprise, "Do you mean the sky beyond heaven, the sword on the sword?"
"Yes, it's the God of Sword, Yu Wenfeng." The white-browed gentleman said. Hearing the name of Yu Wenfeng, Ying Feiyang's heart moved. The gentleman continued, "Yu Wenfeng is devoted to the sword, which has reached an unimaginable level. In the past, in order to watch First Madame Gongsun's sword dance, he went to the Twelve Red Pavilions to sweep for three years as the God of Sword. It is said in Jianghu that he and First Madame Gongsun are extraordinary. Anyone who wants to touch the Twelve Red Pavilions has to consider whether they can block the shocking sword of the God of Sword!"
The soldier gasped and said regretfully, "Then this woman can only be watched from afar. Today, I'm indebted to you for teaching me, so I want to be friends with you. I'm An Lushan from Youzhou. If you need anything, you can call me at the camp in the west of the city."
The white-browed gentleman raised his eyebrows and cupped his hands, saying, "So you're a subordinate of the military governor Zhang Shougui. I heard that Zhang Gongfang defeated the Khitans and shocked the world, displaying the might of the Great Tang. Now that he's returning to the imperial court to be rewarded, he brought a general along with him. I believe that the general must have made great contributions. "
An Lushan touched the back of his head and said with a simple and honest smile, "Well said, well said. It's just protecting my family and serving my country, why would I care about contributions? I haven't asked for your name yet. "
The white-browed gentleman smiled apologetically and said, "My apologies, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Hu Li from Shandong, and I came to Luoyang to do some business."
"Third place, Brother Ying of Ying Feiyang's Purple Jade Radiance." While Ying Feiyang was listening to the conversation between the two, he suddenly heard a gentle female voice calling out his name. He was startled, thinking that he had misheard.
"Brother Ying of Ying Feiyang, is he here?" The voice came again, this time the speaker was holding a pot of light purple peonies. It was the peerless beauty Ji Yaoyu. It turned out that when Ying Feiyang was listening to the conversation between the two, Ji Yaoyu had already announced the third place winner of the Luoyang Flower Festival.
"I didn't participate in the Flower Festival, could it be that someone else has the same name as me?" Ying Feiyang was puzzled, but he suddenly felt a pain in his arm. He turned around and saw Princess Yu Zhen twisting his arm.
"It's you, Senior Sister Princess!" Ying Feiyang suddenly understood. Princess Yu Zhen said proudly, "That's right, I used my name. I was afraid that the judges would do something flattering and spoil my mood, so I used your name."
At this moment, Monk Da Chi raised his voice and said, "Benefactor Ying Feiyang, is he here?" Princess Yu Zhen pushed Ying Feiyang and urged, "Hurry up and go!"
Ying Feiyang was pushed to the front, so he had no choice but to push through the crowd and go up the steps. When Monk Da Chi saw Ying Feiyang's face, his eyes lit up. He handed the peonies with Ying Feiyang's name tag to Ying Feiyang and said, "I didn't expect Benefactor Ying to be so outstanding in the art of flowers at such a young age. Would you be willing to share your experience?"
"Ah?" Ying Feiyang could not help but be stunned. He felt the expectant gazes of the crowd below and his mind went blank. How was he supposed to share something he knew nothing about? The atmosphere froze and it was extremely awkward. "Cough, cough." Ying Feiyang blushed and coughed twice. He recalled the story that Princess Yu Zhen told him and said, "The peony is the king of flowers. It's gorgeous and majestic, but it's also born with pride. In the past, Empress Wu was known as the Hundred Flowers, but only the peony remained in bud. It's obvious that the peony is born with a majestic aura and will never flatter anyone. Therefore, raising a peony is like using a sword. Without pride, it's impossible to achieve anything." “
These few sentences were very stylish and everyone was actually coaxed. Only Princess Yu Zhen was confused and said, "What's the relationship between raising flowers and using a sword?"
As soon as he talked about the sword, Ying Feiyang's train of thought was greatly enlightened. He swept away his previous embarrassment and said eloquently, "Secondly, it's to know the season, to observe the minute details, to adapt to changes, and to counter every move. The color of the peony is complicated. It's recorded in the book that in the previous dynasty, there were thousands of peonies planted in different colors. The method of raising flowers also varies according to the color. It can't be explained in a few words. Only by using one's heart to match the heart of the flower and the man and the flower are in perfect harmony can the most gorgeous flower be raised. Moreover, the flower will not bloom for more than two decades. It's just like the sword art, which can't last long. It's no wonder that at such a young age, it's a famous flower that can stand out from the crowd.
Ying Feiyang talked with fervor and assurance. Although he said he was raising flowers, he was actually talking about using a sword. It took him a long time to finish talking to his heart's content. Perhaps all the principles in the world are the same when used to the extreme. Although the people below didn't really understand, they all felt that his words were profound and his insights were extraordinary. No wonder he was able to grow such a famous flower at such a young age.
Ji Yaoyu's beautiful eyes were even more blurred. She seemed to be touched and sighed faintly, "Brother Ying is a man who understands flowers. If the peony has a flower spirit, it will definitely be Young Master's bosom friend!"
Hearing the beautiful woman's praises, Ying Feiyang couldn't help blushing and looked back at the crowd. With a teasing look in her eyes, Princess Yuzhen pursed her lips in Ji Yaoyu's direction, as if she was encouraging him to seize the opportunity to win the beauty's favor. Ying Feiyang promptly lowered his head and pretended he didn't see her.
The Luoyang Flower Banquet continued. With her white hand, Ji Yaoyu uncovered the gauze covering the second flowerpot. In this flowerpot was a white flower with layers of petals that were as thin as gauze, almost transparent. Ji Yaoyu gently pursed her red lips and said, "The second place winner of the Luoyang Flower Banquet, Hu Li's Xi Shi Longsha."
Hearing Hu Li's name, Ying Feiyang was surprised again. He looked down the stage. Sure enough, that white-browed Young Master said to An Lushan, who was next to him, "General, I'm sorry, I can't keep you company."
An Lushan's mouth was also wide open. He punched Hu Li and said, "Good, you told me this beauty can only be seen from afar, but you got the chance to look at it closely."
Hu Li chuckled and said, "The heavens do not disappoint those who work hard. It was not in vain for me to look after this peony day and night." Having said this, Hu Li proudly walked up the steps.
Hu Li first nodded to Ying Feiyang in greeting. Ying Feiyang returned the greeting and said, "What Young Master Hu said earlier was indeed true. Young Master is indeed someone who can recognize flowers."
Hu Li smiled and said, "You're too polite. Young Brother is the one who hides his depth. His sword theory is conceived in the flower, and his knowledge is extraordinary."
As the two of them flattered each other, Ji Yaoyu was already holding the Xi Shi Longsha in her hands. She gracefully walked forward and said, "One can know the meaning of a flower just by looking at it. To be able to cultivate this Xi Shi Longsha, Young Master must be someone with unparalleled intelligence like Fan Li."
"Master Ji flatters me. I don't have Master Fan's intelligence, but if I could have the Xi Shi Longsha, I would be willing to give up fame and fortune to travel the five lakes with a beautiful woman." As he said this, he looked straight at Ji Yaoyu and said, "I have a presumptuous request. I wonder if Master Ji would agree to it?"
Ji Yaoyu said, "Young Master must speak first. Only then can I decide whether or not to agree."
Hu Li said sincerely, "There is a saying that a treasured sword should be given to a hero, and a famous flower should be given to a beauty. If this Xi Shi Longsha can always be by your side, it will certainly increase its elegance. So, I would like to be bold and earnestly ask that you accept this flower and take care of it for me. "
"This Young Master really knows how to coax women," thought Ying Feiyang to herself.
Ji Yaoyu's cheeks blushed and she said, "Thank you, Young Master, for your generous gift. I will definitely take good care of this flower." She then dodged Hu Li's burning gaze and walked to the last pot of flower. In a loud voice, she said, "The winner of this year's Luoyang Flower Festival, and also the Flower King of this year, is — Big Ye Square's Yang family's Shuddering Wind Jiao." Only her address and surname were written on the nameplate. Clearly, this young lady was too embarrassed to reveal her own name.
"Young Lady, our family's flower has become the Flower King." In the crowd, a pretty servant girl cried out excitedly. She pulled on the sleeve of a woman wearing a veil hat next to her and shouted. Everyone's eyes turned to them.
The young lady's face was covered by the veil hat and her face could not be seen clearly, but it was easy to guess that she was shy. In a sweet voice she said angrily, "Don't shout, everyone is looking at us."
The pretty servant girl rolled her eyes and said, "Tsk, there are many people who want to see Young Lady. You should be used to it. Ignore them, let's go up to receive the prize." As she said that, she protected Young Lady Yang like a hen protecting its chicks and opened a path through the crowd.
Squeezing out of the crowd, Young Lady Yang slowly walked up the stairs. Judging from her voice, she should not be old, but her figure was hot and elegant. Although her face could not be seen clearly, it was enough to arouse people's imaginations. Walking to Ji Yaoyu, Young Lady Yang bowed and said, "Disciple greets Master!"
"Such a pair of beauties, so they are master and disciple!" Hu Li muttered softly. Beside him, Ying Feiyang also whispered, "Forget about Young Lady Ji, but how do you know that she is a beauty with her face covered?"
"Hehe, this Young Master has seen countless people. Whether she is a beauty or not, I can smell it with my nose." Hu Li said proudly. Ying Feiyang looked at Hu Li's expression and rolled her eyes again in her heart.
Ji Yaoyu helped Young Lady Yang up and praised, "I only taught you how to play the guqin, dance, and dance. I didn't expect you to be so good at not only music, but also flowers. You really surprised me."
"But Master, my peony …" Young Lady Yang wanted to say something but stopped.
Ji Yaoyu said, "It's okay. You can reveal for yourself how beautiful the Flower King is this time." As she said that, she handed the muslin flower to her.
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