Outside the window, there was snow falling on the first lunar night. The sky and the earth changed overnight, and the whole city was covered in silver.

"Even after wearing it once, I'm still not used to it." Kamisato Ayaka tweaked the hem of her clothes. The cheongsam outlined her slim and green figure. Her chest was exposed with a touch of white skin, and her thighs were slender and straight, making her look pretty and delicious.

"Another year has passed on the calendar, but we have to wait a little longer for the Hai Lantern Festival. It is the grandest festival in Liyue. When the night lanterns are like stars in the sky, the lights of the night market stay on all night long, and there are special delicacies, special customs, and special

challenge."

The Sea of ​​Lanterns Festival has been a distant memory for Shangshang Zhaoyue. He can only retell it briefly, but it is not difficult to hear the excitement of the Sea of ​​Lanterns Festival.

"The meaning of the Hai Lantern Festival is that the lights of thousands of families are always bright, to bless peace in the years to come, to bring the souls of heroes to rest, to pay homage to the Qianyan Army who died in the war, and the immortals who worked hard for Liyue's future."

"Seniors will also pass away," Kamisato Ayaka said sadly.

"We still have a long time, don't worry too much." Zhaoyue, who was wearing a snow-colored gown, also put on clothes that fit the festive atmosphere. He stretched out his hand to hold Kamisato Ayaka's delicate little hand.

"Well," she leaned on her lover's shoulder and raised her eyes to ask, "Xiang Ling invited us to Wanmin Hall. It is said that Master Mao is hosting a banquet."

"A banquet from all over the world?" Shangshang Zhaoyue laughed, "Master Mao is exaggerating, but maybe we can actually meet unexpected people."

"I remember Mr. Zhongli's evaluation of Manmin Hall was quite good." Kamisato Ayaka probably guessed who it was.

"He is very particular about people. To be able to get his praise is evident from Wanmintang and especially Xiangling's cooking skills." He nodded in agreement.

"Xiang Ling's dish," Kamisato Ayaka looked forward to it while showing a worried look, "I hope she won't make something weird."

"Don't worry, Xiang Ling can tell the difference between important occasions, and Master Mao won't let her do whatever she wants."

"That's right."

Pushing the door, the snow scenery is pure and beautiful, but there is also a biting cold wind. Kamisato Ayaka has the God's Eye of Ice to protect herself, so she has high resistance to ice. Moreover, what is flowing in her veins now is galloping.

Dragon Blood, although she was thinly dressed, she was not cold.

"Go to Wanmin Hall." Shangshan Zhaoyue led her, and the two of them.

Many people gathered in Wanmin Hall, both inside and outside, and the tables were filled with banquets. Master Mao and his daughter Xiangling were very busy inside and outside. When they saw Shangshan Zhaoyue and the others, they had no choice but to come to Master Mao's table.

Welcomed and seated.

"Xiang Ling is busy in the kitchen, so as a senior chef, I have no choice but to come and accompany the guests," he smiled heartily, "Everyone at this table was specially ordered by Xiang Ling, and they must all be her friends."

Shangyue Zhaoyue sat down and saw Xingqiu, Chongyun in white clothes eating ice cream, Hutao holding a pamphlet and talking plausibly, Zhongli drinking tea and looking at her kindly, and two other unexpected combinations, rock musician Xin

Yan, and the head of Yunhan Club, the best opera actor in Liyue, Yun Jin.

"I brought them here, how about it?" Hu Tao said with a smile, "We have a banquet during the festival and it needs to be lively. This guy Zhongli is my employee. If the boss goes, he has to come too, and then we go to autumn.

We are old acquaintances, he knows Yun Jin and Chong Yun, so he invited them both, and Yun Jin knows Xin Yan."

She spoke in a strange accent, but she managed to entertain everyone in the circle.

"Ling Hua is so beautiful today," Hu Tao's eyes were filled with stars, and the peach blossoms in her eyes were shining brightly.

"Have you?" Ling Hua smiled shyly, with tears forming at the corners of his eyes, which turned out to be a bit charming.

"Ling Hua's cheongsam is indeed very beautiful," the little cook of the cheongsam came out of the back kitchen and brought out a steaming portion of Tianshu pork.

"However, what I hope most for this kind of dress is someone's praise." Yun Jin, who was wearing a colorful crown, covered her mouth and said jokingly.

"Would you like a compliment?" Zhaoyue, the top lady, stroked her soft hair lovingly, "Ling Hua is so beautiful today, do you want to try the little dress and beret from Mondstadt next time?"

"As long as it's Linghua, I like them all, and I can accept any style."

"It's bad, I think you got off to a bad start." Hu Tao wore a heavy hat and showed a sinister expression, as if he had eaten ashes.

"Same feeling," Xin Yan nodded.

"Yes, I don't think so." Chongyun was chewing on a popsicle on a snowy day. He looked at Xingqiu with an unimpressive expression. Xingqiu looked at him and patted his shoulder.

"I think you two are also very problematic," Hu Tao narrowed her eyes to a slit, full of scrutiny.

Zhongli was always watching the commotion like an old man. He seemed to be the same age as his brothers here, but he clearly had the composure of a seventy-year-old.

Shangshan Zhaoyue is equally calm. He has seen a lot and has the mentality inherent to a superior person. If Ning Guang comes, he will probably be like this.

People like him either take charge of everything, or they stay silent and act as if they are bystanders.

"Auspicious snow heralds a good year, and I, Hutao, will recite two poems for you all!" Hutao suggested. She stood up with her hands on the table, her lips pursed in high spirits.

"Teacher Hutao, aren't you considering publishing a new poetry collection?" Xingqiu interrupted her, "If it can be sung like Qiu Qiuyao's, it will definitely be a highlight in the poetry world."

"New poetry collection..." Hu Tao's face suddenly collapsed, and he hesitated, "Yes, yes, I'd better save this poem for the new poetry collection. Counting the time, it's almost half a year."

Alley School procrastination poet, Hutao.

"Miss Yun Jin, there are still performances at the New Year's Eve." Xingqiu asked again. He is from the Feiyun Chamber of Commerce, which is adjacent to the Heyu Teahouse where Yun Jin is resident, and he also knows the inside information.

"The news will be released around noon. Everyone is welcome to come and support me then," Yun Jin made a gesture of cupping her fists and raised her eyebrows. She really looked like a heroine.

"I heard that opera requires special makeup, doesn't Miss Yun Jin usually use it?" Kamisato Ayaka asked.

"It depends on the situation. I wear heavy makeup and light makeup for stage effect, and also to prevent the character from being linked to the actor. However, I am the face of Yunhan Society and cannot be hidden. Besides, the body master thinks I am naturally beautiful, and I am also

If you are too lazy to apply pastel, it will be nothing.”

"But I don't know how to change faces. In my plays, I still prefer to highlight people's expressive power."

She talked eloquently and was very confident in her field of expertise. Thinking about people with the eyes of God, most of them have unique personalities and have their own dreams and pursuits. This may be their charm.

Speaking of charm, Zhongli is full of charm. He looks like a man of great depth. The fact is true that with a long life span of more than 6,000 years, the depth and wealth he has cultivated are immeasurable.
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