Chapter 138 Iron Flower

A few of them went to Princess Xianning's residence for dinner first, and then went out to the street when it was completely dark.

A wide variety of lanterns are hung on small stalls on the street.

Rabbit and crab.

The lantern is exquisitely crafted, with its joints and eyeballs able to move.

The stall owner operated the stall skillfully, as if he were alive.

Bei Jingchu bought it directly.

But if she was left to play by herself, the little rabbit would be very stiff and inflexible.

As expected, only the sellers know how to play with this kind of thing.

Bei Jingchu got tired of playing, so she threw the lantern to Yan Zhong and continued to give money to the next stall owner.

The group's attire did not fit in with the crowd on the street, but as it was a rare festival, they were surrounded by many wealthy young men followed by servants and guards.

The difference for ordinary people is very obvious.

It is already spring, but the weather is still cold.

Their clothes might be thicker than in other seasons, but to Bei Jingchu, they were still very thin.

The upper is a thin layer of cloth wrapped around the foot, with embroidered patches sewn and patched.

Some even went barefoot.

She couldn't help but ponder: [The smiles on their faces, are they celebrating the festival or celebrating surviving another cold winter? ]

Bei Jingchu was startled by her hair being pulled suddenly, and she threw him over her shoulder with her backhand.

“It hurts, it hurts!”

"I took you out to play out of kindness, and this is how you treat your cousin!"

The man who fell to the ground got up with a grin on his face.

It turned out to be a shell.

The three little girls who were following them laughed at them without disguising their feelings.

Among them, Zhou Huanjiu laughed the most happily.

Lei Nian'er laughed and excused Bei Jingchu: "Your Highness has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, so his body has a natural reaction."

"Young Marquis Qin could do anything else but to touch Her Highness when she was lost in thought."

"Don't even mention Princess. If it were me, I would have to do the same to you."

Bei Qin obviously didn't want to listen to the explanation. The eleven-year-old boy confidently reached out to the four-year-old girl and said, "Pull me."

The culprit knew he was in the wrong and reached out his little hand to pull him away.

He pulled the boy up with force, causing him to stagger.

"...Your Highness, you are as strong as an ox."

Bei Jingchu: [I always feel like he is scolding me, but I have no evidence.]

Lei Nian'er suggested: "We've been walking around for so long, and all they sell are the same things, nothing new. Why don't we go and look around?"

"What is Goulan?"

"It's a place where folk tricks, performances, and storytelling are performed."

"Tonight is the 15th night. There must be things that are not seen on other days, such as lion dances. It must be very lively."

Bei Jingchu became interested and decided: "Let's go to the fence."

As we got closer, we found that the crowd was rushing towards one place.

Bei Jingchu stopped a person and asked, "Brother, what's ahead? Why are everyone going this way?"

The man saw that it was a child from a wealthy family, so he didn't give him any perfunctory response. However, he answered innocently, "I don't know. I just came here to join in the fun because there were so many people."

[It is human nature to like to see excitement. 】

Bei Jingchu was speechless for a moment, but someone passing by answered.

But when he said this, he was running, leaving only a tail sound.

"Girl, there's a crocheting show going on up ahead, let's go grab a good seat."

[We need to grab a spot...]

Bei Jingchu and Lei Nian'er looked at each other and nodded slightly.

The two well-trained little girls rushed away directly. If they were faster, they would have taken off on the spot.

Yan Zhong followed steadily, keeping a distance that was neither too far nor too close.

The guards responsible for protecting Bei Jingchu were stunned for a moment, then rushed over.

Bei Huan and the other two were left looking at each other in bewilderment. Fortunately, the guard in charge of Zhou Huanjiu protected them and prevented them from being separated.

The three who couldn't keep up could only squeeze at the back of the crowd.

When Bei Jingchu and Lei Nian'er ran to the front, they were already panting.

Yan Zhong standing next to him still looked calm and composed.

"Yan Zhong, are you secret guards so strong? You ran for so long without even taking a breath."

Yan Zhong continued, "Your Highness, the secret guards are also human beings. I am out of breath."

ah?

Bei Jingchu observed carefully and found that his breathing was indeed not very strong.

"Why didn't I see that?"

"Because my subordinates are trying their best to control it."

Controlling your breathing, is controlling your breathing the secret to running farther?

Bei Jingchu humbly asked: "Why do we have to control it?"

Yan Zhong stood holding a sword, his mask looking very serious. He replied, "This is more handsome."

Bei Jingchu:......

What a reasonable reason, he is worthy of being a man in autumn pants.

In front is a large wooden shed, where a craftsman is heating molten iron on a stove.

The molten iron is boiling, and its color is orange with red, and you can tell how high the temperature is at a glance.

You can feel the heat just by looking at it.

"Nian'er, do you know what iron flower making looks like?"

Bei Jingchu only knew that before fireworks were made, people would make iron flowers to celebrate festivals.

So it should be very similar to fireworks.

Lei Nian'er nodded, stretched out her rebellious hand, and gently touched the top of the princess' head.

Although Her Highness is the most noble girl in Dai Viet, she has been locked up in the royal palace since she was a child for her safety.

I can’t imagine having to learn so much homework since elementary school.

If she had learned so much at the age of four, she would have become a complete loser.

Your Highness, this is so tragic.

She explained what the iron flower was: "Your Highness, look at that spoon-like thing over there."

"Soon, the craftsmen will pour hot molten iron into those spoons."

"Then they ran under the woodshed with a ladle filled with molten iron and hit the ladle with a hammer in their free hand."

"The molten iron spread upwards, hit the wooden shed, and then scattered out through the cracks in the shed."

Someone said, "It's time to start."

The noisy crowd quieted down a little.

The molten iron was poured into a row of iron spoons. A shirtless man picked up one of them and quickly ran under the wooden shed.

The hammer was swung with force, and fire trees and silver flowers exploded in the air, illuminating the sky of the capital city as if it were a night without sleep.

Immediately afterwards, another stream of iron flowers burst out, and the craftsmen ran to the wooden shed one after another to beat out the molten iron in their hands.

Bei Jingchu noticed a special person among them, "Nian'er, look, there is another girl there, also making iron flowers."

As soon as she finished exclaiming, a man next to her started talking to her in a familiar manner.

"In the capital, the Lin family's iron flower is the most famous."

"But the art of making iron flowers is passed down from man to man, not from woman to woman, because the molten iron is extremely hot and once it touches clothes, it will catch fire and burn the person."

"So the men go shirtless to fight. Girls can't be naked, and they don't have enough strength."

"There is only one girl in this generation of the Lin family, named Lin Jialing."

"She refused to give up and searched all over the world for fireproof fabric. It was like she was dreaming big."

"I didn't expect she would find me. Today is her first time making iron flowers."

After saying that, the master looked nervously ahead, and the girl ran under the wooden shed.