Action to Save Little White Flower [Quick Transmigration GL]

The joy came so fast.

But when she wanted to ask more, Shenjun turned his head away and focused on the surrounding pavements. Only the blush on her fair ears revealed her emotions at this time.

After finding a place to have dinner, the two of them realized that today is the Lantern Festival in the world, and there will be a lively lantern festival at night.

When the sky was not completely dark, the surroundings gradually became lively. All kinds of lanterns were hung on both sides of the street. Following the flow of people, the two walked to the river and found a group of people gathered together.

"What are they doing?"

Zhao Xingyue asked curiously.

"It should be some kind of event," Shen Qingwei grabbed an old lady casually, and asked, "Ma'am, it's so lively in front, what are you doing?"

"Are you foreigners? You just came to the capital? In front of us, the richest man in Dayan is holding a lantern contest!"

Without saying a few words, the aunt was pushed away by the crowd.

There were more and more people, and even Shen Qingwei was pushed forward. She was afraid of getting separated from Zhao Xingyue, so she hurriedly looked back, but someone pulled her hand hard, and her body turned in one direction.

"Be careful."

Falling into Zhao Xingyue's arms, Shen Qingwei's face turned red. At this moment, she realized that among the crowded crowd, Zhao Xingyue and the people around her seemed to be very close, but in fact there was always a distance between them. And as she advances, the crowd will involuntarily move out of the way for her.

It was only then that Shen Qingwei belatedly remembered that she was not a mortal.

She shyly wanted to break free from Zhao Xingyue's arms, but someone grabbed her hand forcefully, and slender five fingers slid into her palm and inserted between her fingers. The Lord Shenjun looked ahead and said calmly: Duo, I'll hold you, so you won't get lost easily."

Shen Qingwei blinked, forgetting that she was a fairy now.

She and Zhao Xingyue interlocked their fingers, like a real couple, and squeezed to the river.

In order to avoid crowding and falling into the water, a row of wooden railings were installed by the river, painted a dark red color with varnish, with a break in the middle, and a platform extending downwards. At the end of the platform is a shelf Flower stand on the river.

"Look, Ah Yue, she's so beautiful."

It is indeed beautiful.

Ordinary people may not have the magic power of gods, but they have a pair of skillful hands. The flower stand is decorated with layers of colorful lanterns.

"There is still a quarter of an hour before the start of the light competition. The rules of this year's competition are as follows——"

Among the lively crowd, a man dressed as a family servant came out, holding a piece of red paper in his hand, and read aloud the rules of this year's lantern contest.

"In order to wish me a prosperous life and endless talents, there are three floors below the flower stand. Contestants must compose a poem. The top 21 can choose a lantern to take away. The middle three floors of the flower stand..."

The so-called light competition is nothing more than a fun and elegant show.

As soon as the servants of the Qian family announced the rules, the registration point was crowded with scholars.

Registration requires a registration fee, but it is not expensive, one penny per person.

"Ah Yue, do you want to try?"

Zhao Xingyue's gaze lingered on the flower stand for a moment, from the rabbit lamp at the bottom to the lotus lamp hanging at the top.

"Do you want it?" she asked in a low voice.

Shen Qingwei: "As long as it is a gift from His Highness, I like it."

Zhao Xingyue frowned slightly, "I told you, you don't need to call me Your Highness."

Shen Qingwei smiled lightly: "Ah Yue."

Only then did Zhao Xingyue's expression relax, and she took her to the registration place to sign up. The money was naturally paid by Shen Qingwei. Lord Shenjun never carried such things as gold and silver with him. If he really wanted to give the money, he would take out a Shenjing Afraid to scare someone to death.

The contestants were taken to a high platform, and Shen Qingwei, as a family member, was left where she was.

"The contestant is your husband-in-law?" A woman spoke to Shen Qingwei, giggling while covering her mouth, "Your husband is so handsome."

Of course, Shenjun has an incomparable face, even if she is pretending to be a mortal, Shen Qingwei is not willing to make her ugly.

Hearing such words, her possessive desire made her want to hide Zhao Xingyue privately, but her desire to show off made her purse her lips and smile, shy and silent.

Shen Qingwei was obviously not the only one who noticed Zhao Xingyue.

"Yeah, both Zhilan and Young Master Yushu participated in this lantern competition. Who is the man in black over there? He's so handsome, and he's about to beat the two young masters Zhilan and Yushu."

"Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Zhilan is the most handsome, how could it be - oh, where did this man come from, he was born so beautiful, like a fairy."

"I don't know which family he is from, whether he is married or not..."

With Lin Zhilan and Zhan Yushu's hearing ability, they naturally listened to everyone's conversations. Both of them are well-known aristocrats in the capital. Be sought after by countless people.

This is the first time that two people have been compared by another person.

The two looked at each other, and at the same time set their eyes on the most outstanding person on the field.

"This brother..."

……

Frustration, or defeat.

It was the first time for Lin Zhilan and Zhan Yushu to meet such a soft-hearted person.

No matter what the two of them said or asked, the other party would either answer with one or two words, or just ignore it, with an extremely indifferent attitude.

Both of them are arrogant people. If Zhao Xingyue's appearance and temperament were not really outstanding, they would not take the initiative to lower their figure to make friends. They did not expect to get such a response.

Zhao Xingyue's lukewarm attitude made Zhan Yushu feel dissatisfied. He didn't want Zhao Xingyue to get acquainted with him, but Lin Zhilan was not angry at Zhao Xingyue's attitude. Instead, he waved his fan and said, "Don't you think Brother Zhao It's actually quite cute."

"Cute?" Zhan Yushu couldn't believe that these two words came from his friend's mouth.

Lin Zhilan blinked, "Isn't it cute?"

He is much more careful than Zhan Yushu, and he can tell at a glance that the material of Zhao Xingyue's clothes is extraordinary, coupled with the unique temperament that cannot be concealed even if it is deliberately disguised, after a few exchanges, it is not difficult for him to see Zhao Xingyue's essence.

Simple, direct, and indifferent probably because he is not good at words.

Although Shen Qingwei didn't listen deliberately, the conversation between the two still fell into her ears verbatim.

The corners of her lips that were originally smiling gradually drooped down.

Who are Lin Zhilan and Zhan Yushu, even if she didn't know each other before, after standing here for so long, she has learned their identities from other people's mouths.

But so what if he is a high-ranking noble son of the capital?

It's just a mortal.

But Lin Zhilan's words did make her feel a sense of crisis.

At this time, the Xingyue God Lord is not like the Zhao Xingyue she once knew, who has no omissions in calculating people's minds, and can play with people in the palm of his hand while talking and laughing.

If Lin Zhilan discovered Zhao Xingyue's true nature and tried to please her, it would be easy to attract the other party's attention.

Zhao Xingyue didn't think too much about it. She was not good at communicating, and she didn't like to communicate. Friends in the God Realm could be counted on their fingers, and they were still the kind of relationship that they might not meet for the last time in thousands of years.

It's not that she didn't notice the deliberate conversation between Lin Zhilan and Zhan Yushu, but she never cared about insignificant people and things.The only thing she was concerned about right now was how to win the topmost lantern.

The game starts soon.

Poems and songs are just skills that come at hand to the Xingyue God Lord who has lived for an unknown number of years.

She quickly sang all the way to the last hurdle.

Dozens of people participated in the competition, but in the end, there were only three people left.

This last level is a test of martial arts.

The servants of the Qian family brought a wooden tray covered with a red cloth, on which were three delicate swords.

"Throwing with a sword, whoever shoots through the three rings tied on the flower stand first will be the winner of the lantern on the top."

This game is difficult to say, easy to say.

The ring was about one zhang away from the three of them. Although it wasn't too far, the ring was only the size of a palm. In such a dim environment, it was not easy to shoot.

After several rounds of games, under Lin Zhilan's deliberate flattery, Zhao Xingyue finally started talking to the two of them.

For Lin Zhilan and Zhan Yushu, this game is not difficult, the difficulty is who will cast first, after all, both of them are [-]% to [-]% sure to hit the ring, but unfortunately there is only one lantern.

Lin Zhilan said modestly, "Why don't Brother Zhao come first."

Zhao Xingyue didn't know what modesty meant, so she immediately said, "Okay."

When throwing the small sword, she turned her head and glanced in Shen Qingwei's direction. Shen Qingwei was taken aback for a moment, and then showed her a big smile.

Zhao Xingyue turned her head and raised the small sword in her hand. Only then did Shen Qingwei realize why she suddenly turned her head to look at herself.

In the previous few rounds of games, Zhao Xingyue relied entirely on luck and personal strength, and did not show any ability beyond the ordinary from the beginning to the end.

But this time, Shen Qingwei clearly felt the fluctuation of divine power attached to the little sword.

God actually cheated?

Of course, this is not considered cheating. Lin Zhilan and Zhan Yushu would also use their own internal power, but Zhao Xingyue had been pretending to be a mortal before, and followed the rules of mortals honestly from the beginning to the end. Now she suddenly used her divine power, Shen Qingwei I think it's funny, it turns out that the gods also have times when they are competitive.

But even with supernatural power, Shenjun's accuracy is obviously a bit poor. The small sword passed through the ring smoothly, and it was difficult for others to notice, but Shen Qingwei saw that there was a sharp scratch on the ring. The ring was about to be split in two on the spot and fell from the flower stand.

She pursed her lips and smiled, and got a stare from the god.

"Okay!" The mortals around didn't notice this, and when they saw the little sword passed the ring, they applauded immediately.

As for Shen Qingwei, the god in Shen Qingwei's eyes blushed to the base of her neck. Fortunately, there was red light from candlelight everywhere, so no one noticed her unnatural expression.

The three of them held three flying swords, none of which passed through the ring smoothly.

Lin Zhilan cupped her hands and said, "The visitor is a guest, so this lantern should be a gift from someone to Brother Zhao."

Zhan Yushu had long been impressed by Zhao Xingyue's heroic fonts and poems. Although he was still a little unhappy with her indifference, he still said awkwardly: "I got the first lamp last year, so let's give it to Brother Zhao this year."

"Then can I take it?"

"Of course, of course." Mr. Qian from the sponsor said with a smile, "Come on—"

Halfway through his words, he opened his mouth.

Zhao Xingyue, who had been stepping on the platform, suddenly jumped up on her toes, took the top lantern from the flower stand, landed in the crowd, and handed the lantern in her hand to a green shirt woman.

Qian Jiajia Ding, who took out a spare lantern from the backstage: "..."

Lin Zhilan and Zhan Yushu: "..."

Shen Qingwei was also stunned. Of course she knew that although the prizes for the competition were lanterns on flower stands, the actual prizes were not actually lanterns taken from flower stands for the sake of aesthetics. What's the point of taking a clean and arranging the fruits of hard work for a few days.

But this did not prevent her from showing the brightest smile to Zhao Xingyue when she came here.

"Give it to you."

"Your Highness."

Zhao Xingyue said stubbornly, "Ah Yue."

"Ah Yue. I am very happy." She took the lantern, but did not let go, but grabbed Zhao Xingyue's hand, fixed her eyes on her, and said word by word: "I am, very, happy."

"Ah Yue, thank you."

Even the crowd of onlookers could see something was wrong from the confrontation between the two.

Zhao Xingyue's happy expression gradually subsided. She looked at Shen Qingwei and asked, "Are you leaving?"

Shen Qingwei shook her head, "It's not that I'm leaving, but that it's time."

She thought that even if she couldn't bring back Zhao Xingyue's soul, she could still stay in this God Realm, but since the daytime today, she has vaguely felt that something is wrong with her body.

Although she is the living form of Xingyue Temple, she is not from this world after all.

Zhao Xingyue grabbed her hand, "You are not allowed to leave, I am not allowing you to leave."

Regardless of the people around her, Shen Qingwei stood on tiptoe and kissed her on the lips.

"But Your Highness, the time has come."

There was an uproar all around——

When she kissed Zhao Xingyue, all the camouflage on Zhao Xingyue's body faded due to the release of divine power.

Zhao Xingyue's appearance is really in line with mortals' imagination of gods, with fluttering white clothes, she is unparalleled in beauty, and there is a faint brilliance on her body.

Immediately someone knelt down.

"The gods, the gods have appeared."

Zhao Xingyue looked at Shen Qingwei stubbornly, and their eyes met, as if they had forgotten everything about the outside world.

Lin Zhilan and Zhan Yushu stared blankly at Zhao Xingyue who had suddenly changed from a man to a woman. The two of them would not kneel down to worship like the ordinary people around them, but the shock in their hearts could be imagined.

"Knowing that Ah Yue is living well in the God Realm, I am very happy. I hope that Ah Yue can take good care of herself in the days without me..."

The divine power is passing away little by little, and Shen Qingwei knows that when all the divine power is lost, it is time for her to return to the fairyland.

She had already given up her plan to bring Zhao Xingyue back to the Immortal Realm. Obviously, in this place, Zhao Xingyue lived better—there were no immortals who feared her, and her clan still existed in this world, and she was not alone.

"Goodbye, Your Highness."