Wen Yantong was very concerned about the Qixue Festival, so he got up early on this day, wrapped himself up tightly and waited for Fu Zixian to come.
Fu Zixian is a concubine, Wen Yantong is a commoner, neither of them is qualified to participate in the Taoist sacrifice, so it doesn't matter if they go late.
So the carriage was not in a hurry on the road.
It's just that he didn't expect to bump into a herdsman's carriage who wanted to add hot wheels to the carriage at the corner of the street, so he couldn't dodge and collided.
Wen Yantong was helped out of the carriage, looked at the broken wheels very helplessly, and also a little angry, got up early in the morning and went blind!
Turning her head and saw that it was Mu Yang who got off the carriage, she said, "Why don't you put a pair of wings on your carriage?"
Fu Zixian gave her a hand, shook his head in a very small gesture, and signaled her not to conflict with Mu Yang.
In fact, Mu Yang's temper is not bad. Although he looks down on Fu Zixian who is always soft-spoken, he doesn't trouble him on weekdays. On the contrary, he gets along well with Wen Yantong.
Mu Yang is dressed up today. He was wearing an ink-colored gold-sprinkled cloak, the gold thread came out of the cumbersome texture, the collar and hem were snow-white fur, revealing a low-key luxury, which elevated Mu Yang's temperament, and he really looked like a general The young master of the mansion.
He had a sad face at first, but when he saw Wen Yantong and the two, he said angrily, "Oh! I'm going to be killed by you!"
"??" Wen Yantong's face was full of question marks, "It seems that your carriage hit us, right? Do you know that the rear-end car is solely responsible for it!"
"It's over, it's over, it's over." Mu Yang didn't seem to hear what she said at all, and kept spinning, in a hurry.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he led the attendant who was driving the horse and cursed, "You pighead, how can you drive a carriage!"
Talking about stretching out his hand to hit him, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Wen Yantong's legs wrapped in white gauze, and immediately had an idea, his eyes lit up, "Yes, yes!"
Wen Yantong frowned seeing that he was so inexplicable, "What are you doing?"
"Come on, quickly carry him into the car!" Mu Yang pointed to Wen Yantong and ordered.
When the attendants were afraid that Mu Yang would blame him, they naturally did not dare to delay their actions, and quickly set up Wen Yantong from side to side.
"Hey! What do you want to do! Why carry me into the car?!" Wen Yantong yelled in doubt.
Seeing this, Fu Zixian naturally wanted to stop him, but as soon as he moved, Mu Yang pulled him hard by the wrist, dragged him into the car in two or three steps, and said, "Aren't you just going to pray for the snow festival? It just so happens that I am the same, your carriage was hit by me, so I will naturally take you there."
Fu Zixian opened his mouth to refuse, but he didn't expect that Mu Yang's strength was so great that he couldn't break free at all, and he was pressed on the soft seat before he could say anything.
Mu Yang shouted angrily, "Drive fast!"
Wen Yantong was confused, "Why are you in such a hurry?"
Mu Yang was so anxious that he was on fire, picked up the teapot on the table, and poured it into his mouth.
Fu Zixian lifted up his sleeves, glanced at the red finger prints on his white and thin wrists, then pulled up his sleeves silently, and said in a low voice, "Young Master Mu, I'm afraid it's going to be late."
Mu Yang swallowed the water, wiped his mouth and said, "Bah, bah, don't say such unlucky words."
Wen Yantong frowned slightly, and suddenly remembered that no matter how much Mu Yang looked like an idiot on weekdays, it still couldn't change the fact that he was the legitimate son of the Mu family, and he wanted to participate in the Qixue Festival.
There is no detailed description of the Qixue Festival in the original text, or Wen Yantong forgot it after reading it, but she still remembers that if the people participating in the sacrifice are late, it is not a small matter.
That's why Mu Yang was in such a hurry.
Wen Yantong gulped down a mouthful of saliva. She seemed to have vaguely guessed why Mu Yang carried her into the carriage.
The carriage galloped all the way without slowing down at all, which made Wen Yantong feel a little scared. If this speed hits something again, it will not be as simple as cracking a wheel.
Fortunately, the speed was fast, and it arrived before the start of the Qixue Festival.
After getting off the carriage, Wen Yantong saw that the horse's buttocks were swollen, and secretly sighed that the driver's hands were really black.
Mu Yang didn't give her time to stay, and asked the attendants to set up and run directly.
The venue for the Snow Festival is just as Fu Zixian said, extremely spacious. As soon as you get off the carriage, you can see a staircase nearly a hundred feet wide, and when you look up, there are a whole hundred steps, which are not high.
There are still many people walking up one after another, talking and laughing.
Two of the shepherd's attendants opened the way ahead, driving the idlers aside to clear the way. Mu Yang followed closely behind, taking three steps, his legs soaring into the air. Wen Yantong fell behind and was directly lifted up by the attendants without having to move his legs at all. Seeing this appearance, Fu Zixian could only chase after him.
At the end there were two attendants holding Wen Yantong's crutches. A group of small tail-like people rushed up, attracting many people's attention.
Mu Yang couldn't care less about these things at the moment, he really wanted to fly, and ran with all his strength.
After going up the stairs, there is a fairly vast open space. There is a large square stone platform in the middle, with ten steps on all sides, and there are pillars carved with patterns between the stone steps.
There is a huge tripod in the center of the stone platform. From a distance, the gilt on it seems to flow, which is shocking.
In the four directions below the stone platform, there are officials dressed in ink and embroidered with gold patterns.
A few tens of feet away, stood people who could not participate in the sacrifice, some were the bastards of small officials or high-ranking officials, and some were ordinary people.
Mu Yang went straight to his father. When he got close, the servants saw him, so they hurriedly informed General Mu who was standing aside, and he shouted, "Where is that Nizi!"
The shout startled the people around them, so they all looked in the direction Mu Yang was running towards.
Wen Yantong was knocked dizzy, and was put down when he got close, and the crutches were stuffed into both arms. She panicked for a moment, but was quickly supported by Fu Zixian.
After standing still, he heard a familiar chuckle, "This time the time is right."
She looked up and was instantly amazed.
I saw Chi Jingxi standing among the few people in front of me. He is also dressed up.
He was dressed in a sacrificial uniform, ink-like black embroidered with golden silk ruyi patterns, and the snow-white fox fur of the cloak set off his handsome and delicate face, with a light smile on his brows and eyes, and a pair of beautiful smiling eyes were extremely eye-catching.
He wears a suet jade gold silk crown with amber jade inlaid in the middle. His long hair is tied up, and occasionally broken hair is lifted by the cold wind. He looks handsome and unparalleled.
His eyes slid from Mu Yang's body to Wen Yantong's naturally, the lingering smile in his eyes has not completely dissipated, and the breath of winter morning spread into Wen Yantong's eyes.
Just at this moment, the clock in Wen Yantong's heart knocked lightly.
The next moment, doubts appeared in Chi Jingxi's beautiful eyes.