Before the sky gets completely dark, Zhuque Street is already crowded with people.

From the north to the south of the street, there is a small shop selling lanterns every few steps, with vendors interspersed among them.

In order to attract business, the lantern sellers came out of the lantern sheds one after another.

In addition to fresh and interesting hawking, they also put on various lantern performances.

There are monkey lanterns that drill into fire rings, shell lanterns that spit out water, peacock lanterns that open their tails, whistle lanterns that can also make loud noises, etc.

On the Jinhe Bridge on the east side of the street, a rainbow light bridge hangs in the sky.

There are elegant Eight Immortals on the bridge, among which He Xiangu has various lanterns constantly pouring down from her lotus.

Lotus lanterns, peony lanterns and mandala lanterns fell from the sky into the Jin River one after another, meandering along the river.

Several cruise ships passed by on the river, and the guests on the cruise ships gathered at the bow and watched happily.

The place they went to was the Yongning Terrace where the dragon and phoenix lanterns were placed.

Chen Yue lay on the Jinhe Bridge and watched for a while, then turned around and said to Su Changan: "Little Jinqiu, you arranged it well."

"This is the most lively and colorful lantern festival in the past ten years, right?"

In front of his fiancée, Young Master Su was so proud that he almost went to heaven: "That's right, don't even look at who I am."

"There is no other man in the entire capital who is as rich, smart and capable as my young master."

Chen Yue curled her lips and glared at him: "You're really out of breath when you say you're fat. It's not modest at all."

Su Changan shook his head proudly: "This is all my fault, why can't I say it?"

"There are so many shops on Zhuque Street from south to north, and there are so many lights flying in the sky and on the ground. Do you want me to arrange it?"

"Do you want to prevent water leakage? Do you want to prevent chaos? Do you want to arrange shadow guards to protect you and Emperor Zun?"

Su Changan tossed his hair proudly: "If someone else had done it, they would have been in a hurry."

"That is to say, I will arrange everything for you in less than ten days. With this ability, why don't you find the second one to compete with?"

Chen Yue lowered her head to eat the candied haws in Yan Gui's hand.

Mingwu Ci was eating melon seeds with Feng Mingyuan's hand.

Tang Jiao took out the dried fish wrapped in paper and gave it to Qian Shuang.

Yu Ji had nothing to do and winked at the girl.

Miss Gao put her hand on the maid's hand and looked at the scenery.

Su Changan: "...Hey, can you be a human being?"

Chen Yue smiled and said: "Okay, okay, I know that Young Master Su is the most powerful in the world, so I will write a decree for you and hang it on your chest tomorrow."

Su Changan said arrogantly: "What's the use of the decree? Give me money. I have worked hard for so long. I can't work in vain."

Before Chen Yue could answer, Yan Gui said casually: "Brother, will you take me to buy chestnuts?"

"Okay, let's go."

The little lovers held hands and flew up, jumping several times to the other side, causing a series of exclamations.

Su Changan's nose was so angry that he yelled at the top of his lungs: "... just spoil the little monster, and sooner or later she will become a monster!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw everyone around him jumping to the other side, leaving only him and Miss Gao staring at each other.

No one loses, so Su Changan said angrily: "...What's so great about it?"

Miss Gao said in surprise: "Chang'an, you, can you also fly?"

Su Changan cleared his throat: "...I, I will, watch them fly."

Miss Gao: "..."

Finally, they arrived at Yongning Terrace by boat.

Yongning Terrace used to be the place where troops were sent out to fight, so there was an open space.

As the scale of Daliang's army grew larger and larger, the place was abandoned because it was too small, and became a place for lantern festivals and flower gatherings or for literati to compete in poems.

There are too many people to squeeze in on Yongning Terrace. A huge dragon and phoenix lantern is placed here, with a dragon and a phoenix flying in mid-air.

The fiery red phoenix breathed fire for a while, the fuel in the lamp was exhausted, and its tail drooped a little.

There are craftsmen standing on the observation decks on the east and west sides. They are storing fuel in the phoenix lantern so that it can continue to fly after being relit.

The golden dragon lantern was roaring past at low altitude with unstoppable momentum, grazing the heads of the people watching the lantern.

Immediately, the crowd burst into exclamations: "The dragon scales look real, they are so bright that I can't even open my eyes."

"Look, look, look, the dragon's eyes are moving, it seems it's angry because it can't hold the colored ball."

"The phoenix over there has also taken flight. I can't wait for the performance of "Dragon Playing with the Phoenix".

"There is still half an hour before it is an auspicious time. The dragon and phoenix appear in auspiciousness to congratulate the emperor and the empress. Otherwise, how could the Su family hold such a big lantern festival?"

"So the wedding date of Emperor Zun and Your Majesty has been set? Our Daliang will also have an emperor and empress?"

"Who else can be the emperor and empress besides our empress? A child can tell the legend of the emperor and empress for three days and three nights, right?"

The people watching the lanterns talked a lot and stretched their necks to see the dragons and phoenixes forming auspicious lanterns.

Soon, the sound of solemn silk and bamboo ritual music sounded from the viewing platform.

After the three bells and drums sounded, the dragon and phoenix lanterns in mid-air suddenly changed their direction and circled towards each other.

The golden dragon was full of energy and spit a fireball into the sky, which exploded into a cluster of fireworks.

At the end of the fireworks was a red phoenix flying in. Its tail spread out like a ball of flame, and there was a flash of fluorescence behind its tail.

They entangled each other, and were soon surrounded by curling clouds and mist, slowly disappearing into the sky.

Then came the fireworks with the words "dragon and phoenix in auspiciousness" and "luan and phoenix singing in harmony", soaring into the sky.

Suddenly, a louder cheer almost overturned the Yongning Tower.

The people were so happy that they raised their hands and cheered: "May the Emperor and Your Majesty be united forever and have a son soon."

"The beams will be solid for thousands of years and enjoy peace forever——"

Amidst the cheers, someone in the audience at Yongning raised their arms and shouted: "With such a grand scene, why don't you, classmates, write a poem to commemorate it?"

"good."

A group of Confucian scholars in blue robes and plain robes quickly joined in. They sat on the floor, took out pens and paper and started writing poems with their heads down.

Chen Yue was attracted by the sound and stood on tiptoes to look at that place.

Qian Shuang made a gesture, and soon a shadow guard came through the sea of ​​people: "In response to His Majesty the Emperor, they are Confucian scholars."

"Most of them are the people who were elected in the spring of this year, as well as scholars from Chongwen Hall and Gongxue. In addition, female Confucians from three states in Nan'an are also here."

Chen Yue's eyes lit up and she asked, "Are they female scholars? Are they really here?"

Feng Mingyuan next to him smiled: "She is a female Confucian. She is participating in the Spring Festival for the first time. This is something new and unprecedented in Daliang."

"Brother, let's go and see--"

Chen Yue pulled Yan Gui and ran down Yongning Terrace.

There are forty or fifty Confucian scholars sitting on the east side of the stage, and more than twenty female Confucian students on the west side. Everyone is sitting in a clearly separated position.

The Confucian scholar who called for poetry stood behind the desk at the front.

He was holding a newly written poem in his hand and reading it. For some reason, he picked up one and glanced at it and then put it aside.

[Author's digression]: Su Chang'an: (*￣︶￣) Is I the most handsome man in the world?
Chapter completed!