Hearing Xiao Liang say that the year was approaching, a surge of excitement flashed through Shen Jiao's heart, and then her excitement soared to the heavens, exploding into fireworks.
This is about to be her first New Year with the tyrant, and she should be happier than any other New Year before.
"Wow, it's snowing!" one of the twenty survivors exclaimed excitedly.
Shen Jiao was also very excited. She was born in the far south, where she had never seen heavy snow even when she was freezing in winter.
The snowflakes were small, like irregularly shaped pieces of white sugar. She reached out and caught one, then looked closely and saw that it indeed had a beautiful flower shape.
Liang Heng was surprised that the snow came so late this year, and when he habitually fanned himself, he found himself shivering from the cold.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a girl looking at him from a distance. He couldn't resist taking the opportunity to show off.
You can't shake it anymore, it's impolite to shake it anymore.
Liang Heng immediately straightened up, his hands moving like motors, and slapped himself thirty times.
Shen Jiao discovered that apart from his hair, he was as steady as a mountain.
She suddenly understood a principle.
Showing off can not only make others laugh, but also hone your skills!
Xue Mi seems to have grown a bit. Liang Heng, with his skillful touch, successfully froze his eyelashes into the shape of Princess Iron Fan's banana leaf fan.
At this moment, he finally remembered to remind Shen Jiao: "Sister Shen, wrap your cloak tighter, don't get cold."
After a long while, there was no response. Liang Heng thought his ears were frozen too, so he picked at his ears and looked back.
There was no trace of the girl left.
He searched around and finally saw a fluffy little butterfly fluttering toward a proud and aloof figure.
The girl's voice was clear and bright: "Your Majesty!"
The young man, Mo Yun, stood like a bamboo stalk, his robes rippling in the wind. The hem of his robes resembled ever-changing clouds, and snowflakes that managed to stick to him were blown to the ground.
Ji Yan gazed silently at the bright white sky. Upon hearing the word "Your Majesty," she turned around before even replying and embraced Shen Jiao tightly.
It's soft.
It also has a sweet and fragrant aroma.
"Your Majesty, it's the first snow!" Her eyes sparkled, even more dazzling than the sky itself.
Ji Yan pulled her cloak tighter around her: "Hmm, it's just snowing, why are you so happy?"
Shen Jiao said excitedly, "Of course I'm happy. I've heard from the older generation that if you make a wish on the day of the first snow, it will definitely come true."
Ji Yan raised her eyebrows slightly.
Which elder said that?
When he gets old, he'll start talking nonsense too.
Realizing the absurdity of her idea, Ji Yan's eyes flashed with annoyance, but she quickly concealed it and asked, "Is that so? Then what is your wish?"
He guessed that either becoming the richest person in the Great Yan Dynasty would lead to eating all the delicacies in the world.
Shen Jiao gazed at the rustling white flowers, like stars falling from the sky. She clasped her hands together and said, "Although vulgarity cannot be avoided, gentleness will always submit. Year after year, year after year, when the clouds and mist dissipate, Ji Yan, I hope that everyone will know that I love you."
Ji Yan's fingers trembled as she stared at the bristling hamster with its eyes closed, muttering to itself.
I want you to be with me forever.
Her voice still carried a hint of immaturity, but her tone was incredibly sincere, as if she were truly praying to heaven to grant her wish.
Ji Yan's eyes darkened. "God is too busy to care about these things."
If only God would be so kind as to grant my wish.
Shen Jiao disagreed: "Who doesn't have moments of leisure amidst their busy schedule? Even immortals do."
Ji Yan patted the top of her head: "Did your elders tell you that wishes won't come true if you say them out loud, you silly girl?"
"But if I don't tell everyone, only the gods will know my wish. I want everyone to know."
Her gaze was intense: "Especially you."
You deserve to be loved.
**
The final round of the Four Flowers Banquet started on time.
The rules have changed again; instead of drawing lots, the ladies now choose their own opponents.
There are no rules about who goes first; it's entirely up to everyone, as long as everyone's happy. This principle will be implemented thoroughly.
Although the rule was humane, the ladies looked at each other, all somewhat hesitant.
I'm afraid of being ridiculed for picking a weakling, but I'm also afraid of looking presumptuous for picking a strong one.
Sure enough, multiple-choice questions were the hardest.
"I'll go first!" Murong You reacted quickly, pressing down on Shen Jiao's half-raised hand.
Shen Jiao: "..." Sister, I just wanted to get my hair done.
Murong You raised her chin, as proud as a weasel roaming around the chicken coop.
Although this analogy is inappropriate, Shen Jiao swears that it is not an exaggeration at all; it really is similar!
"Your Majesty, just sit here and enjoy your melon seeds. Let me go and clear away some obstacles for you."
Murong You said this before going on stage, then randomly picked an unlucky guy and walked onto the competition stage.
Due to the small number of participants and inclement weather, the finals were moved indoors.
Shen Jiao looked at Murong You, who was wagging her tail proudly, and couldn't understand how this Ninth Princess could say such domineering lines while walking with the same limp.
Does it mean stacking buffs by moving in the same direction?
Murong You was completely taken aback by the fact that she was awkwardly moving her arms and legs in front of her idol again; all she could think about was killing these weaklings.
Why are they all noobs?
Because in the eyes of the proud Ninth Princess, everyone except the Empress is a pushover.
She was among the others.
Although Murong You doesn't seem very smart, she is indeed quite capable. She eliminated more than ten people on her own.
In the end, he lost to Princess Hanya.
The audience was as noisy as ever.
"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic! If you ask me, what's the point of having preliminary and semi-final rounds? It's only interesting to watch the gods fight."
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