Chapter 116 Shangyuan Festival (2)
"Hey——Brother Xi, Brother Xi!" Mu Yang chased after the carriage, "Brother Danli!"
In the end, he still couldn't catch up, so he watched his own carriage moving faster and faster. When it turned around the end of the road, the carriage was completely out of sight.
Mu Yang was at a loss. He stood in place, utterly dumbfounded by what just had occurred.
Wen Yantong silently walked over, fiddling with her hands, as she looked at the direction of the end of the road.
Mu Yang stood for a while, then glanced at her, "It must be your fault."
Wen Yantong was startled, "Why are you blaming me again? I didn't do anything!"
Mu Yang said, "Brother Xi was in a good mood in the carriage before. After you got in the carriage, he became unhappy."
Wen Yantong was helpless at his words. "Then what do you think I should do? You called me out to play, but you won't let me into the carriage… why don't you find a rope to tie me to the roof of the carriage next time?"
Mu Yang thought for a while and said, "Maybe he doesn't like your clothes."
Wen Yantong looked down at her clothes. "I think my clothes are quite pretty."
"Then it might be the shoes you’re wearing..." Mu Yang hesitated.
"What the heck? Why would he care what I wear?" Wen Yantong shrugged, "Maybe it's because the Little Marquis hates me."
Who knew that Mu Yang immediately vetoed her words. "That's impossible."
Wen Yantong glanced at him in doubt. In a casual tone, Mu Yang turned around and explained, "If Brother Xi hates you, he won't let you get into the carriage at all. Even if it’s my carriage."
Wen Yantong was stupefied. While she was still contemplating his words, Fu Zixian walked towards them and said with a warm smile, "Why don't we take Fu Residence's carriage? Although it can’t compare to Young Master Mu's, it is still better than those rented carriages."
"Of course it can compare! Why can't it be compared!" Mu Yang smiled and leaned over, "Hurry up! Let's catch up with Brother Xi, he must have gone to Banxia Street to find Brother Qianyuan."
And just like that, Wen Yantong and Mu Yang got on Fu Zixian's carriage.
It got dark early in the winter; it was only five o’clock when the night enveloped the sky. Various lanterns lit up on the street, with the lamps under the eaves trailed down the long road, it was a dazzling sight. The clusters seemed like stars, dense and bright. It really reflected the beauty and prosperity of Chaoge.
Wen Yantong lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked out. There were hawker stalls on the sides of the road, selling all sorts of trinkets. Of course, the most wares were colored lanterns and sky lanterns. After all, it has been a tradition since to light up lanterns during the Shangyuan Festival.
Out of the 365 days of the year, 65 of those days were used for prayer. Pray for their family to live in harmony, with all affairs to prosper, and pray for the safety and happiness of their relatives. Whether it was the Lunar New Year or the Shangyuan Festival, when the family reunited, they all carried the beautiful wishes of a better future.
Wen Yantong took a long breath, and immediately felt comfortable all over her body and mind. Being in such a bustling environment, any troubles would be temporarily put aside.
As the main venue for Shangyuan’s Lantern Festival, Banxia Street was so grand that it even attracted people from the imperial court, creating a lively scene where almost every citizen would attend.
In order to maintain order in the streets, the government specially dispatched a large number of guards guarding the entrances of the street. They would stop any carriages they saw, including high officials.
Wen Yantong got off the carriage. She looked forward and saw the crowds on the street in front of her. The large number of people made her scalp tingle, Wen Yantong did not look forward to squishing herself into such a crowd.
One can vaguely see the large lanterns on both sides of the road, woven into various shapes. The most eye-catching one was a big lantern in the shape of a gold ingot. Whatever they sprinkled on that ingot, it seemed to be shining with golden light from a distance.
Wen Yantong quietly exclaimed, "I want to get a better look."
Mu Yang was standing beside her, so he naturally heard her murmur. He glanced over and seemed to want to go too, but he pulled Wen Yantong arm and said, "Don't run off. There are so many people here, if we get separated, then most probably won’t be able to see one another until tomorrow."
Wen Yantong nodded, "Where do we go to find the Little Marquis?"
Wen Yantong and Fu Zixian were not very tall, and they could only see ahead if they tip-topped, but Mu Yang was not the same. He grabbed Wen Yantong's arm with one hand and Fu Zixian's wrist with the other, and casually looked left and right by virtue of his height advantage.
He pointed to the front with his chin, "At Shuoyue Restaurant, it's right there."
Wen Yantong jumped up and took a look. "Ah, we would have to go to the opposite side of the road."
There was a dense crowd of people here, it would take a lot of effort to cross it. But Mu Yang didn't seem to care, he tilted his head to signal the guard beside him, "Open a way."
Several guards guarding beside him immediately stepped forward. Using their unsheathed swords as a block, they abruptly stopped the flow of people, and opened a path in front of the three.
Wen Yantong couldn't help but marvel. What's the use of money? Status was still the most powerful!
Under the protection of the guards, Mu Yang dragged Wen Yantong and Fu Zixian to the opposite side of the road. No matter how lively the street was, the front of Shuoyue Restaurant was always well-behaved. The servants guarding the door seemed to recognize Mu Yang, as they immediately came up to him and said, "Little Marquis and Fifth Highness are already waiting upstairs. "
Mu Yang nodded slightly, and led everyone directly up to the second floor of Shuoyue Restaurant. He then smoothly entered a private room, as if he had been here many times.
The heating in this private room was very strong. As soon as they entered the door, the three felt the heat rushing towards their faces, warming them up. After entering the room, Mu Yang casually told Wen Yantong and Fu Zixian, "Sit wherever."
Then he took off his cloak, casually threw it on the couch beside him, pushed open the small door, and went out. Outside the small door was a balcony. Chi Jingxi and Cheng Xin were standing by the railing, looking at the people coming and going below.
"Brother Xi, how was my carriage?" Mu Yang asked with a loud voice.
Chi Jingxi glanced at him and said nothing.
"If you wanted to leave first, at least tell me in advance. You could have also at least taken me with you, after all, it's not me who upset you, right?" Mu Yang squeezed to his side. "I have already taught Wen Yan a lesson for you. He promised not to do it again."
Chi Jingxi wondered, "What kind of lession?"
Mu Yang just said that. He just patted Chi Jingxi on the shoulder and said vaguely, "You know."
Chi Jingxi had a sudden urge to roll up his sleeves and beat Mu Yang on the spot. Strange, he thought. Although he was always a little stupid, could someone get dumber as time progresses?
Chapter 116 Shangyuan Festival (2)
"Hey——Brother Xi, Brother Xi!" Mu Yang chased after the carriage, "Brother Danli!"
In the end, he still couldn't catch up, so he watched his own carriage moving faster and faster. When it turned around the end of the road, the carriage was completely out of sight.
Mu Yang was at a loss. He stood in place, utterly dumbfounded by what just had occurred.
Wen Yantong silently walked over, fiddling with her hands, as she looked at the direction of the end of the road.
Mu Yang stood for a while, then glanced at her, "It must be your fault."
Wen Yantong was startled, "Why are you blaming me again? I didn't do anything!"
Mu Yang said, "Brother Xi was in a good mood in the carriage before. After you got in the carriage, he became unhappy."
Wen Yantong was helpless at his words. "Then what do you think I should do? You called me out to play, but you won't let me into the carriage… why don't you find a rope to tie me to the roof of the carriage next time?"
Mu Yang thought for a while and said, "Maybe he doesn't like your clothes."
Wen Yantong looked down at her clothes. "I think my clothes are quite pretty."
"Then it might be the shoes you’re wearing..." Mu Yang hesitated.
"What the heck? Why would he care what I wear?" Wen Yantong shrugged, "Maybe it's because the Little Marquis hates me."
Who knew that Mu Yang immediately vetoed her words. "That's impossible."
Wen Yantong glanced at him in doubt. In a casual tone, Mu Yang turned around and explained, "If Brother Xi hates you, he won't let you get into the carriage at all. Even if it’s my carriage."
Wen Yantong was stupefied. While she was still contemplating his words, Fu Zixian walked towards them and said with a warm smile, "Why don't we take Fu Residence's carriage? Although it can’t compare to Young Master Mu's, it is still better than those rented carriages."
"Of course it can compare! Why can't it be compared!" Mu Yang smiled and leaned over, "Hurry up! Let's catch up with Brother Xi, he must have gone to Banxia Street to find Brother Qianyuan."
And just like that, Wen Yantong and Mu Yang got on Fu Zixian's carriage.
It got dark early in the winter; it was only five o’clock when the night enveloped the sky. Various lanterns lit up on the street, with the lamps under the eaves trailed down the long road, it was a dazzling sight. The clusters seemed like stars, dense and bright. It really reflected the beauty and prosperity of Chaoge.
Wen Yantong lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked out. There were hawker stalls on the sides of the road, selling all sorts of trinkets. Of course, the most wares were colored lanterns and sky lanterns. After all, it has been a tradition since to light up lanterns during the Shangyuan Festival.
Out of the 365 days of the year, 65 of those days were used for prayer. Pray for their family to live in harmony, with all affairs to prosper, and pray for the safety and happiness of their relatives. Whether it was the Lunar New Year or the Shangyuan Festival, when the family reunited, they all carried the beautiful wishes of a better future.
Wen Yantong took a long breath, and immediately felt comfortable all over her body and mind. Being in such a bustling environment, any troubles would be temporarily put aside.
As the main venue for Shangyuan’s Lantern Festival, Banxia Street was so grand that it even attracted people from the imperial court, creating a lively scene where almost every citizen would attend.
In order to maintain order in the streets, the government specially dispatched a large number of guards guarding the entrances of the street. They would stop any carriages they saw, including high officials.
Wen Yantong got off the carriage. She looked forward and saw the crowds on the street in front of her. The large number of people made her scalp tingle, Wen Yantong did not look forward to squishing herself into such a crowd.
One can vaguely see the large lanterns on both sides of the road, woven into various shapes. The most eye-catching one was a big lantern in the shape of a gold ingot. Whatever they sprinkled on that ingot, it seemed to be shining with golden light from a distance.
Wen Yantong quietly exclaimed, "I want to get a better look."
Mu Yang was standing beside her, so he naturally heard her murmur. He glanced over and seemed to want to go too, but he pulled Wen Yantong arm and said, "Don't run off. There are so many people here, if we get separated, then most probably won’t be able to see one another until tomorrow."
Wen Yantong nodded, "Where do we go to find the Little Marquis?"
Wen Yantong and Fu Zixian were not very tall, and they could only see ahead if they tip-topped, but Mu Yang was not the same. He grabbed Wen Yantong's arm with one hand and Fu Zixian's wrist with the other, and casually looked left and right by virtue of his height advantage.
He pointed to the front with his chin, "At Shuoyue Restaurant, it's right there."
Wen Yantong jumped up and took a look. "Ah, we would have to go to the opposite side of the road."
There was a dense crowd of people here, it would take a lot of effort to cross it. But Mu Yang didn't seem to care, he tilted his head to signal the guard beside him, "Open a way."
Several guards guarding beside him immediately stepped forward. Using their unsheathed swords as a block, they abruptly stopped the flow of people, and opened a path in front of the three.
Wen Yantong couldn't help but marvel. What's the use of money? Status was still the most powerful!
Under the protection of the guards, Mu Yang dragged Wen Yantong and Fu Zixian to the opposite side of the road. No matter how lively the street was, the front of Shuoyue Restaurant was always well-behaved. The servants guarding the door seemed to recognize Mu Yang, as they immediately came up to him and said, "Little Marquis and Fifth Highness are already waiting upstairs. "
Mu Yang nodded slightly, and led everyone directly up to the second floor of Shuoyue Restaurant. He then smoothly entered a private room, as if he had been here many times.
The heating in this private room was very strong. As soon as they entered the door, the three felt the heat rushing towards their faces, warming them up. After entering the room, Mu Yang casually told Wen Yantong and Fu Zixian, "Sit wherever."
Then he took off his cloak, casually threw it on the couch beside him, pushed open the small door, and went out. Outside the small door was a balcony. Chi Jingxi and Cheng Xin were standing by the railing, looking at the people coming and going below.
"Brother Xi, how was my carriage?" Mu Yang asked with a loud voice.
Chi Jingxi glanced at him and said nothing.
"If you wanted to leave first, at least tell me in advance. You could have also at least taken me with you, after all, it's not me who upset you, right?" Mu Yang squeezed to his side. "I have already taught Wen Yan a lesson for you. He promised not to do it again."
Chi Jingxi wondered, "What kind of lession?"
Mu Yang just said that. He just patted Chi Jingxi on the shoulder and said vaguely, "You know."
Chi Jingxi had a sudden urge to roll up his sleeves and beat Mu Yang on the spot. Strange, he thought. Although he was always a little stupid, could someone get dumber as time progresses?
