The green hills remain unmoved, while the white clouds drift freely.

Despite his complaints, Tang Feng had no choice but to quickly shovel a few mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, saying, "I'm done eating, give it to me now." Tang Feng grabbed Zhou Ziliang's hand, snatched the blueprint from his hand, and roughly flipped through it. The geographical location of Daze was indeed peculiar. The northwest of Tenglijiang was the main peak and ridge of the Yanting Mountains, while the southeast, according to the blueprint, looked like a plain. "What are those three rivers?"

Zhou Ziliang nodded. "That's right! The Shiro River is most severely affected by floods during the flood season. Perhaps it's because its water source originates from the Wuji Mountain. When the snow melts, the water flow becomes too strong and flows into the Tengli River, causing floods."

Tang Feng stared at the river's course on the map for a long time. "But don't you think the flood might not be caused by the three rivers flowing together and the excessive water volume, but rather by this bend?" Tang Feng pointed to the Xiluo River on the map, noting a sharp bend at the foot of the mountain. "According to you, the Wuji Mountain can be considered a snow-capped mountain. Once winter arrives, it enters a freezing period, storing large amounts of ice and snow. When summer temperatures rise and the ice and snow melt, the remaining water, along with the original river water, flows down the mountain. When it encounters a sharp bend, the current is too fast to adapt, causing it to overflow its course and harm the surrounding area." Tang Feng tidied up the map and put it in his pocket. "I'll study this solution carefully these next few days. I'll make time to visit Wanjuan Pavilion again. Although the old man has an eccentric personality, his intentions are good."

Zhou Ziliang smiled. "Alright, I'll go with you then. This isn't something that can be resolved overnight, so don't overwork yourself." Zhou Ziliang now believed that Tang Feng was only acting out of pity because of Fang Zihui's one-sided account. As for solutions, they were scattered and couldn't be put forward. After all, over the years, countless proposals had been submitted by civil and military officials, but they all ended in failure. Now, if he could just make Tang Feng happy, perhaps in a couple of days, Tang Feng would give up when he couldn't think of a solution. However, what happened later, when Zhou Ziliang stood at the mouth of the Qinghe Weir looking down at the Tengli River and laughed, saying that he had underestimated Tang Feng's talent back then, was another story.

Tang Feng knew this wasn't something that could be resolved overnight, and he wasn't in a rush. "I know, you don't need to remind me. I'm not a child anymore." Zhou Ziliang seemed to notice Tang Feng's awkwardness and knew he was being too concerned. Right now, Tang Feng only didn't dislike him, so he couldn't be too attentive, or it might backfire. "Okay, okay, I know you're not a child anymore. I'll pack up and take the things out. You can rest a little longer!" With that, Zhou Ziliang packed up the plates and took them out.

Zhang Mobai watched Zhou Ziliang's departing figure from the doorway, smiled, and peeked out from the doorframe, "Hey little brother! How was it?" Tang Feng saw Zhang Mobai approaching and said, "Just come in if you need anything! Why are you sneaking around?"

"I was just worried you weren't feeling well," Zhang Mobai straightened up and walked in, pouring himself a cup of tea. "Tell me, tell me, how are you feeling right now?"

"Ah, I'm feeling a little dizzy right now... but otherwise I feel fine."

"Shouldn't dizziness be caused by a backache?" Zhang Mobai muttered softly, then said to Tang Feng, "Anyway, you've worked hard! How about I ask you for a day off? You should get some rest today!"

"I'm not tired, but Zhou Ziliang is quite tired," Tang Feng frowned, wondering why Zhang Mobai would suddenly ask such a strange question.

"Zhou Ziliang!" Zhang Mobai's eyes widened in disbelief. "No, no... You mean Zhou Ziliang? My god, this... this... I'm going out for a bit." With that, Zhang Mobai got up and ran outside. Tang Feng stared blankly at Zhang Mobai as he left. "Zhou Ziliang worked hard, so what? He stayed up all night drawing for me yesterday, isn't it normal to be tired? Why is this little madman reacting so strongly?"

"Yang Fei! Yang Fei! I have something to tell you..." Zhang Mobai pulled Yang Fei close and whispered in his ear, "I have something to tell you, you'll never guess, but this guy is the one on top!"

"Oh no, that can't be!" Yang Fei turned to look at Zhou Ziliang, who was tidying clothes inside the room. "My junior brother, he's so brave and skilled in battle, he can take on ten men at once. And that guy down there, he doesn't look like he's from the bottom at all!!"

"What are you two talking about?!" Zhou Ziliang came out of the room and saw Zhang Mobai and Yang Fei whispering furtively behind his back. He couldn't help but ask. "Huh? Nothing...you...you must have had a hard night!" Zhang Mobai was startled by Zhou Ziliang and thought he would just say something to brush it off.

"Hard work? It really was hard work! After Xiaofeng went to sleep yesterday, I helped him draw up the blueprints for Daze. I didn't sleep all night. It was truly exhausting."

"You...you two didn't do anything?"

"Yeah! What could happen to us?"

Zhang Mobai pinched Yang Fei's thigh and grumbled, "This is just a misunderstanding! So embarrassing!" Yang Fei awkwardly grabbed Zhang Mobai's hand and said to Zhou Ziliang, "Oh, I see! I misunderstood. We thought you were taking care of Tang Feng all night."

“Xiao Feng sleeps soundly and doesn’t need much care,” Zhou Ziliang chuckled. “By the way, the annual leave is coming up in a couple of days. How about we go for a walk down the mountain together sometime?” Zhou Ziliang originally only wanted to go with Tang Feng, but now, given their relationship, Tang Feng didn’t think it would be a good idea for him to make the invitation. It was better for Zhang Mobai to make the invitation instead of him.

"Sure! I heard there's a lantern festival in a few days, perfect timing to go down the mountain and have some fun," Zhang Mobai said, intrigued. "Lanxi's night market is always bustling, and the lantern festival is far superior to Xiling's."

By the end of January or the beginning of February, Lishan Academy would be on holiday. Tang Feng could have gone home, but the travel would have taken up a lot of time. Considering everything, it was better to spend the holiday at Lishan Academy. Tang Feng sent a letter home to let Qin Jiujiu know he was safe. He didn't write often and was afraid Qin Jiujiu would worry. Just as Tang Feng sent the letter, Zhang Mobai came in. "Little brother, are you done? It's almost time, let's go."

Tang Feng nodded, put down his pen, and followed Zhang Mobai out.

Tang Feng had just stepped outside when everything went dark. Zhou Ziliang then draped a down cloak over his shoulders, gently scolding him, "The dew was heavy at night; why didn't you wear a coat?" Tang Feng didn't seem to mind, considering he was young and physically strong, but he didn't refuse Zhou Ziliang's kindness. He tightened the cloak's belt, smiled at Zhou Ziliang, and said, "Thanks." Without waiting for Zhou Ziliang's reply, he walked out the door.

Tang Feng actually loved to have fun. He hadn't been down the mountain for a long time and was feeling incredibly restless. This time, he finally got his chance. Just as Zhang Mobai had said, the Lantern Festival in Lanxi was much more lively than in Xiling. Bamboo frames were erected on both sides of the road, with lantern riddles written on paper hanging from red threads. Street vendors selling all kinds of food lined the roadside. "Hey, Yang Fei and I are going over there to recite poems. I heard that the person who gets the most answers right can win a lantern! Are you guys coming?"

Tang Feng shook his head. After all, they were out having fun; only a fool would go up there and spend money to suffer. "You guys go ahead without worry! I'll stay and keep him company." Seeing Zhou Ziliang with Tang Feng, Zhang Mobai felt much more at ease. He nodded, gave Tang Feng a few instructions, and then turned and headed towards the poetry gathering with Yang Fei.

Tang Feng glanced at Zhou Ziliang and whispered, "Actually, you don't have to come with me. Poetry recitation is a tradition at the Lantern Festival. If you want to go, you can come along!" Zhou Ziliang didn't rush to answer Tang Feng. "The stars fall like rain, the moon hangs like a shadow on the tower. The Lantern Festival has so many traditions, why worry about just poetry recitation?" With that, Zhou Ziliang grabbed Tang Feng's hand and plunged into the crowd.

Zhou Ziliang said that Lanxi has always been known as the city that never sleeps, and there are indeed many places to have fun. "Hey? There's someone blowing Tang people here!" Tang Feng ran to the stall and watched the old man wrap sugar into balls, insert bamboo tubes, and blow out small animals, which were very lifelike. "Uncle, how much is this?"

"It's not expensive, three coins each, five coins for two."

"Give me two then."

"Young master, please choose the style yourself."

After listening, Tang Feng casually picked up a rooster, turned to Zhou Ziliang, and said, "What do you like? It'll be my treat." Zhou Ziliang waved his hand, "I'll pass! Buy whatever you like."

Tang Feng was a little angry. "Didn't you hear them say two for five coins? Don't you know how to manage money? You're not going to take advantage of small things, are you just waiting for your money to come back on its own?" Zhou Ziliang was both amused and exasperated, wondering where Tang Feng had learned this crooked way of talking. "Okay, okay, I'll take it, don't be angry. Old man, could you please give me the rabbit one?"

"Alright! Young master, please wait a moment." The old man making sugar figurines put away the money and quickly handed the sugar figurine on his stand to Tang Feng. "You two must be a newlywed couple! My wife and I were like this when we first got married. Nothing is more worthwhile than cherishing the person in front of you." Tang Feng took the sugar figurine from the old man and smiled awkwardly. "Uncle, we're just friends, not what you think." The old man didn't say anything, just smiled. As Tang Feng walked out of his stall, he saw an archery stall not far away. He quickly ran a few steps, with Zhou Ziliang following closely behind. "Slow down!" When he caught up, he saw Tang Feng staring intently at the items on the shelf. Zhou Ziliang walked over and asked, "Do you want it?"

Tang Feng leaned close to Zhou Ziliang's ear and said, "Actually, these items aren't anything special." He then pointed to the lantern at the highest point, "But I really like that lantern." The merchant, perhaps having overheard Tang Feng's words, seemed to see a business opportunity and approached Tang Feng with his bow. "Young master, you have a good eye. I specially ordered this lantern from the lantern shop. You can tell it's top-quality material just by looking at it."

Tang Feng waved his hand after hearing this, "Forget it! I'm not very good at archery, and even if I spend the money, I probably won't hit the target." Zhou Ziliang, who was standing next to him, took the bow from the merchant and casually tossed him a bag of silver, "Tell me what you want."

Tang Feng, no longer holding back, pointed to the lantern and said, "I want that one." He drew his bow, pulled back the string, and released the arrow, hitting the target on the first shot. Tang Feng, holding the lantern, laughed like a child. He asked the shopkeeper for a brush and wrote on the lantern, "Life is always carefree like this; what can stop a smile?"

Just then, Zhang Mobai and Yang Fei arrived with lanterns. "Oh! You've already won lanterns! Look, Bai Bai and I were worried you wouldn't be able to buy any, so we won you two extra."

Zhou Ziliang took a lantern from Yang Fei and said, "That's Xiaofeng's." He then picked up a pen and slowly wrote, "May the orchids and magnolias flourish for a thousand years, and may the zither and lute bring joy for a hundred years."

"The lanterns are all written, let's go hang them up on Changdeng Street first, and then we can try to solve the riddles! I'm a master at solving riddles every year!" Zhang Mobai pulled Tang Feng along. "Come on, little brother! There are so many people on Changdeng Street, we'll be late if we don't leave now."

Upon arriving at Changdeng Street, Tang Feng found an empty spot and hung his lantern up. However, a gust of cold wind blew by, making it difficult for him to open his eyes. Zhou Ziliang, standing to the side watching him from a distance, softly remarked, "The wind is picking up."

"Is the wind picking up?" Yang Fei, standing beside Zhou Ziliang, chuckled as he noticed Zhou's gaze never leaving Tang Feng. "Is it the wind that's moving, or is it your heart that's stirring?"

Zhou Ziliang's lips trembled slightly. He feared that his efforts would be like a stone sinking into the sea, receiving no response. He feared that he would be as humble and fruitless as Tang Feng had been. After much struggle, he softly uttered three words, "It's the wind that moves." At that moment, snowflakes began to fall. Zhou Ziliang walked to Tang Feng's side and placed the hood of his cloak on his head. "It's snowing. Don't you know how to take care of yourself?"

Tang Feng shrugged. "The snowfall is light; I don't even feel cold."

"What were you two talking about just now!" Zhang Mobai brushed the snow off his clothes and walked over to Yang Fei, asking, "Nothing, don't you think their interactions are strange? One clearly likes someone but doesn't dare to admit it, and the other is in the middle of it but doesn't understand."

"The green hills remain unmoved, while the white clouds come and go as they please. They are all caught up in this situation, pretending not to see the ambiguity. The mountains see the clouds moving, and the clouds see the same; the so-called movement of the wind is merely the movement of the hearts of the white clouds and the green hills. What's so strange about it? They just refuse to admit it." Zhang Mobai gazed at the two people in the snow and sighed softly. "So many things have happened throughout history, and the fisherman's song rises at midnight. But fortunately, Ziliang is a devoted man; perhaps even the God of Love doesn't want to ruin this good match!"