Mo Yunzhao held the Crimson Flame Flower in one arm and brushed away at its fiery petals with the other. "Your Highness will agree to stop bothering me?"
Ling Jingyu's face darkened, and his smile vanished: "Even if I die, I won't agree."
Mo Yunzhao lowered his eyes and touched the petals.
Ling Jingyu looked at her and smiled slowly.
Ling Yongnian held the lonely Crimson Flame Flower, his situation appearing awkward and embarrassing.
Looking at this harmonious yet somewhat strange scene, the Tu family head stepped forward timidly, "City Lord, the Hundred Flower Fairy needs to circle the city once."
The Hundred Flower Fairy is a representative of beauty, virtue, and strength.
Therefore, after the Flower Fairy is selected, there will be a Flower Sedan Chair made of intertwined flowers, carried by eight handsome men.
There were also sixty-six handsome male attendants and sixty-six beautiful female flower fairies surrounding them, walking around the city of Moyang.
They accepted the kneeling worship and prayers of the people.
This is the people's faith.
Mo Yunzhao nodded: "Okay."
Ling Jingyu looked up at his left, where a large group of people, including handsome young men in white robes with various distinctive features, were eagerly waiting.
Those eight chosen to carry the sedan chair were even more outstanding.
Looking at him, his expression darkened slightly.
He looked at the Tu family head with a gentle and kind expression, "The Hundred Flower Fairy needs a banished immortal to accompany her, sit beside her, and protect her safety."
Mo Yunzhao looked up at him.
Patriarch Tu: "Not in previous years..."
Ling Jingyu's smile grew even gentler and brighter. "Starting this year, we have it."
The Tu family head felt a chill run down his spine from his laughter and could only look to Mo Yunzhao for help.
Mo Yunzhao looked up at Ling Jingyu, who simply smiled gently at her.
She said, "Let him be."
He may seem gentle, but he is actually the most domineering and unreasonable.
The head of the Tu family nodded with some difficulty, then asked, "City Lord, about this painting of yours..."
Ling Jingyu stepped forward, snatched the painting, rolled it into a scroll, and placed it on the jade ring on his left hand. "I want it."
Ah Zhao drew him.
Mo Yunzhao looked up at him.
Ling Jingyu glanced at Mo Bilian's painting, his peach blossom eyes darkened, and he flicked his fingertip.
The fairy in that exquisite peach blossom forest painting instantly turned into dust.
Mo Bilian had just stood up when she saw this scene; her face, swollen like a pig's head, looked extremely embarrassed.
She thought for a moment, then stepped forward, her face contorted with a pig's head, and offered her congratulations in a poised and generous manner, "Congratulations, Third Sister, on the birth of the Hundred Flower Fairy. Your election as City Lord is a blessing for the people."
Mo Yunzhao looked at her calmly, "Second cousin, are you implying that the Hundred Flower Fairy in previous years was a calamity for the people?"
Mo Bilian's expression changed.
In previous years, the Flower Fairies were also among them, but now they all glared angrily at her.
This wave of hatred has really been stirred up.
"Ah Zhao, let's go." Ling Jingyu extended his hand to Mo Yunzhao.
Mo Yunzhao held the bunch of Crimson Flame Flowers he had given her, then looked at his hands wearing Ice Cicada Silk Gloves, and finally gently tugged at the corner of his sleeve.
Ling Jingyu looked down at it, then raised his eyes and smiled.
That smile was as beautiful as peach blossoms falling in a shower, a radiant and dazzling beauty.
Mo Bilian looked up at them; they were all dressed in red. Their hands hung down, and their wide sleeves concealed the fact that Mo Yunzhao was holding the corner of his sleeve. It looked as if they were walking hand in hand.
They walked together to the bridal sedan chair and then sat down together.
With a joyful shout, "The Flower Fairy has descended to earth!"
The bridal sedan chair, with the couple inside resembling a pair of celestial beings, was surrounded by a shower of flowers that fluttered down. The people raised their hands and cheered as the sedan chair gradually disappeared into the distance.
This scene was extremely dazzling, yet also extremely glaring.
Mo Bici watched them leave with envy, then glanced at Mo Bilian, whose head was swollen like a pig's.
"You're nothing special, you're useless!"
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