Luojing, Yefu.
The Ye family’s flower viewing banquet finally began.
After the previous competition, everyone's attention had not yet fully shifted, but the servants of the Ye Mansion brought low tables and colorful straw mats and spread them on the green hills beside the stream. It seemed that the Ye family did not want this matter to escalate further and immediately began the flower viewing banquet.
After Yue Guan's victory, Xia Jiangtian's Liu Manzhi was forced to apologize, and then Xia Jiangtian and his three companions left the venue without further notice. Seeing this, Yue Guan also excused himself. He had come to the Ye Mansion because he had heard that Xia Jiangtian's disciples would be there, and wanted to see if he could run into Liu Manzhi. Now that the matter and the grudge had been resolved, there was no need to stay and make things uncomfortable.
"Thank you for what happened just now, Miss Luo Lan."
Before leaving, Yue Guan climbed up the pavilion and bowed to the young woman at the fence to express his gratitude. Not everyone dared to offend Ling Hu, a young man from the royal family. If this young woman hadn't remained neutral, the outcome of the last battle might have been uncertain.
"nothing."
Luo Lanxier shook his head, taking a quick look at the young man, who appeared to be around 25-26 years old. He saw that he still had a number of hidden injuries that hadn't healed. After the competition, Young Master Linghu had collected the remaining two bottles of potion and not given them to him. The reason was quite valid: the competition was over, so there was no need for recovery medication to ensure fairness.
"I'll give this to you. The sword fight in the Red Tower is about to begin. This will help you recover faster." Loran Hill took out a small bottle from his sleeve, which contained three [Purple Frost Candy Potions].
Yu Qi, who was standing nearby, took the small bottle and put it into Yue Guan's hand.
"This is a potion that can help you recover quickly, although its greater use is in cultivation." The girl explained briefly.
Since the bottle hadn't been opened yet, Yue Guan didn't know if the potion inside was valuable or not, but since it was such a kind offer, he couldn't refuse it at this moment. Besides, he really wanted to become stronger. He was almost abused in today's competition, which naturally made him even more eager to become stronger.
"Thank you very much, Miss Loran."
After saluting again, Yue Guan hesitated for a moment, then took out a token from his waist with the word "Huang" written in deep red on it.
"If Miss Luo Lan needs anything in the future, you can ask someone to come to Jiuhuang Mountain to find me with this."
Watching Yuqi take the token and gently place it on the table, Loran Hill felt a slight sense of helplessness. In reality, she was only casually helping him, not expecting anything in return. However, refusing him now would probably hurt his pride.
"Well, I hope to see you become even more powerful next time." Loran Hill encouraged him a little, then watched the young man walk down the pavilion and leave Ye Mansion.
At this time, a large bonsai tree had been moved into the venue, and many guests were gradually taking their seats. A waiter carefully walked up to the pavilion and respectfully asked the two people if they wanted to join in the flower viewing.
"Let's go and take a look." Seeing that Yu Qi was waiting for her to make a decision, the girl had no choice but to speak, then got up and went downstairs.
When we arrived at the venue, the waiter arranged two low tables nearby for us to sit at, and then someone brought us snacks and fruits, which looked like rare foods with extraordinary effects.
Everyone sat by the river, forming a huge open oval that surrounded the open space in the middle, and a beautifully shaped tree was placed in the open space.
Its branches and leaves are trimmed like clouds, layered and staggered. The leaves are small and dense, reflecting different light and dark colors against the sunlight.
Seeing that everyone was basically present, Ye Zhen stepped into the open space, clapped his hands lightly, briefly set the mood, and then introduced the strange tree next to him.
"This plant is called 'Three Drunks, Frost-Rejecting Flower'. What does 'Three Drunks' mean? It's because it changes color three times a day..."
[Three Drunk Frost-Rejecting Flower] (Excellent Gold): This rare hibiscus flower, resistant to frost, blooms in late autumn, appearing pure white in the morning, pale pink in the afternoon, and deep red at dusk. Its double-petaled blossoms are stunningly beautiful, each bloom possessing different medicinal properties depending on the color of the flower, making it suitable for crafting extraordinary potions.
After the introduction, the guests in the venue began to admire and admire the flowers in groups of three or four. Soon, several people who loved literature began to write poems about appreciating the flowers.
Loran Hill sat at the low table, not paying much attention to the words of admiring the flowers. Instead, he picked up a small light green fruit, washed it again with the clean water on the table, and then ate it in small bites.
It was almost noon now, and she was indeed a little hungry.
"It's boring to talk like this. Now the conditions are right. Why don't we learn the ancient music of flowing water and singing poems about flowers..." After a guest suggested, others agreed.
As the host, Ye Zhen readily agreed, or perhaps this was all part of the planned ritual. He clapped his hands, and several servants brought wooden cups, poured clear wine into them, and placed them upstream in the stream, letting it drift downstream. Then, another guest volunteered to beat a small drum beneath the blossoming tree. When the drum stopped, the guest behind whomever's cup was found was to recite a line of poetry. If they couldn't, they had to drink the wine as a sign of acceptance.
Then the game of Liushui Qushang began.
The small drum beat slowly and stopped after a while. Then everyone looked and saw that the wine glass was right behind a practitioner in dark robes.
"It turns out to be Master Chen Xi of the Longshu Xuejie Sect. Please come in."
"This is really embarrassing for a rough guy like me."
Master Chen Xi looked at Yue, who was in his thirties. He stroked his short beard, then stood up, walked around the flower tree three times to the left, then three times again, and then sat back in his seat.
The waiter beside him had already spread out a piece of white paper for him, and he picked up his pen and started writing.
'Sitting by the pavilion, facing the cup of wine, flowers bloom around branches, resisting the frost.' He wrote a few large characters in splashed ink, then put down his brush.
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