"123... 12." Yan Xiaoling counted, took a deep breath, and exclaimed: "How did he do that?"
The weather in Yanzhou is cold, and spring comes late, so naturally there are fewer flowers blooming at this time than in the south. Twelve carriages were loaded with flowers of various colors, like a sea of flowers.
The whole Yancheng was shocked, and even the betrothal gifts prepared by the son-in-law of the Zhou family who entered the city behind the floats were not interested in looking at. Everyone came closer and surrounded the twelve floats in admiration.
It was so beautiful. In the cold wind of early spring, there were still some snow in the suburbs. Suddenly, more than a dozen floats appeared. It was a miracle!
Seeing everyone in a daze, Xie Dalang smiled slightly, said "tsk", spread his wide sleeves, and jumped onto the first float like an eagle.
Numerous flowers surrounded the handsome man. He was tall, with fair skin, and clear and deep facial features, like a sculpture. His dark and deep eyes made him look wild, unrestrained, evil and sexy.
Under his sword-like eyebrows were a pair of slender peach blossom eyes, full of passion, which could easily make one fall for them. On his evil and handsome face was a dissolute and dazzling smile.
The child on the float knelt down and held up a basket of flowers. The flowers in the basket were colorful and extremely beautiful. Xie Dalang picked up the basket, grabbed the flowers inside and threw them towards the window where Weiyang and the others were lying.
Yan Xiaoyan was quick to grab a red flower, and the flower juice stained her fair palm. She was originally proud of herself, but she threw the crushed flower away in annoyance. At this time, countless flowers fell from the sky and landed on the pedestrians on both sides of the street.
The floats moved forward slowly, and Xie Dalang stepped lightly along the way. He was like a butterfly or an eagle, stopping on each of the twelve floats one by one, scattering countless flowers. His posture was graceful and leisurely, as if he was strolling in a garden, attracting countless screams from the women on the street.
The flowers are beautiful and the people are beautiful. If this is not a monster, then what is it
Xie Jia Dalang, today he is famous because of flowers!
Many women picked up the flowers on the ground and threw them over, which was more eye-catching than the returning swallows on the Lantern Festival, which made Weiyang a little unhappy.
She rolled her eyes, stretched out her hand, grabbed the duck fat sesame cake on the table, and threw it out. It was the one that Yan Xiaoling was about to throw away but was snatched away by Yan Xiaoli.
Weiyang often plays pitch pot with her nieces and nephews at home. Although she doesn’t always hit the target, she is quite accurate.
Xie Dalang, who was proudly accepting the cheers and admiration of the crowd, felt a strong wind blowing in his face. He reached back and grabbed a greasy and cold pancake in his palm.
Xie Dalang's expression froze, and he looked up at the window on the second floor. The little girl who was watching the excitement from the window just now had disappeared. Only the three girls from the Yan family were left, leaning against the window and looking down curiously.
Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves was heard, and Yan Gui rode a black horse all the way from the city gate. He sat upright on his horse, letting the reins run freely as he walked to the bottom of the restaurant, and looked up and said, "Do you want to go to the suburbs to see the flowers?"
Wei Yang heard the voice, poked her head out from the windowsill, blinked her big watery eyes and asked, "Where are the flowers?"
"Yanshan."
Yanshan is a mountain outside Yancheng. Yanzhou has few mountains but many plains. Only outside Yancheng are there three mountains connected together, which look like wild geese spreading their wings and ready to fly. It is called Yanshan by the locals, and Yancheng is named after it.