Rescue the Loyal Dog System (Quick Travel)

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Now Song Rusheng's expression was calm, and it was clear that he didn't want the two of them to have a deep friendship. Song Zhixin immediately understood Song Rusheng's meaning.

Jiang Zisu was also savvy, he didn't talk to Song Confucian again, instead he looked at Song Zhixin a few more times, and when Song Zhixin realized it, he looked away ahead of time, like a young man in love.

For the first time, the peace on the dinner table in the Song Mansion was not warm but each had their own thoughts.

"What's wrong?" Gu Wuyi didn't see Song Zhixin when he came back, and after waiting for a while, he found that her expression was not right, and quickly jumped off the beam.

"Sister Gu, you scared me." Song Zhixin was startled by Gu Wuyi who suddenly appeared, thinking that she jumped in from the window again, and gave Gu Wuyi a reproachful look. The panic has also eased a lot.

Gu Wuyi knew he was wrong, touched his nose and changed the subject: "I just went out and heard that there is the Hundred Flowers Festival today, do you want to see it?"

Song Zhixin was stunned, not understanding why the Hundred Flowers Festival was held in advance, and immediately realized that he took Gu Wuyi's hand and sat down, his tone a little eager to try.

"Sister Gu, the Hundred Flowers Festival is held once a year. It is a big day in Yulin City. Let's go and see it."

"But Daddy..." Thinking that every time she went out, she had to follow many servants behind her, and thinking of how they followed her closely, Song Zhixin felt a little depressed.

Moreover, this Hundred Flowers Festival is a day for men and women to find a mate and tell their hearts. Song Confucian scholars originally objected to Song Zhixin going to that chaotic place, worried that something might go wrong, and even more afraid that Song Zhixin would be tricked by someone.

These words reminded Gu Wuyi that Song Zhixin's body was not suitable for this kind of occasion. The annual Hundred Flowers Festival, the scene was naturally chaotic.

"Sister Gu, will you take me there?"

Song Zhixin's slightly coquettish tone made her voice softer, and the anticipation in her eyes made Gu Wuyi unable to say the words of refusal. After a pause, she finally nodded in agreement.

When night fell, the silence was broken by the gorgeous fireworks outside the mansion. Although the Song Mansion was a little far from the city street, most people participated in the grand Hundred Flowers Festival. The fireworks almost illuminated the entire Yulin City. Song Zhixin heard the sound of fireworks bursting, and seemed to be able to vaguely see a few shadows of fireworks, releasing their own brilliance in the air.

Song Rusheng knew that Song Zhixin was looking forward to the Hundred Flowers Festival, and would buy fireworks in advance every year, and then let Song Zhixin watch them in the mansion on the same day.But this year's Hundred Flowers Festival seems to be forced to be held in advance, so that there is no time to prepare.

Song Rusheng looked at Song Zhixin's dark room, sighed, and felt a little guilty. When he thought about making it up for her another day, he looked at his precious daughter and the mysterious man, and planned to go out secretly.

"Master, do you want to stop?" Uncle Fu stood next to Confucian Song, watched the two of them sneak out the back door, and asked worriedly.

Song Rusheng nodded, but when he saw the tension and anticipation in Song Zhixin's eyes, he suddenly fell silent, sighed, and waved his hands helplessly: "Send some servants to follow the lady."

The Hundred Flowers Festival is called Hundred Flowers, but what people are looking forward to is not a banquet of flowers, but a beauty who is more delicate than flowers.Every year, Yulin City selects famous and talented women from various places, representing a kind of flower, and let them explain the language of flowers and their own stories.

This method made many people look forward to the Hundred Flowers Festival, and even people from other towns would rush over.Although it was held in a hurry this year, there were also a lot of people on the street, making it extremely crowded.

"Be careful." Gu Wuyi had a dagger pinned to his waist, and his indifferent appearance made many people dare not get too close, and gave them a little place to stand, but Gu Wuyi was still worried and kept paying attention. The people around were afraid that Song Zhixin would be hurt.

"Sister Gu, I will protect myself, you don't have to just look at me." Song Zhixin was a little moved by Gu Wuyi's attention, stretched out his hand blushing, and carefully held Gu Wuyi's hand.

What he said was somewhat ambiguous, and it was the first time that someone held his hand like this, which made Gu Wuyi look away unnaturally, and nodded stiffly.

"Pfft." Song Zhixin's beautiful eyes were bent, and she chuckled.

"Breeze rises..." came a burst of singing from the end of the long street, the singing was peaceful and melodious, and the melancholy and unwillingness in the voice caught the hearts of everyone present, making the crowd gradually quiet down.

This is the charm of singing, but also the rules.

When Hanako passes by, no one can disturb her tender love to the world.

A woman in purple clothes stood on the float, covered with a veil and could not see her face clearly, her eyes were full of unwashed pain and sorrow, like love and hate, after the turbulent emotions, it was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, holding a A bouquet of violets, then thrown to the crowd.

Everyone seemed to have unraveled the spell, and they all backed away quickly, fearing that they would not be able to escape in time, and be hit by the bouquet of flowers. Seeing that Huazi sang so mournfully, he didn't want his feelings to be lost.

Watching the floats pass by, Song Zhixin felt a little depressed inside, and his expression was not as excited as before. Suddenly, he remembered that in his last life, he had a good impression of Jiang Zisu, so he ignored his father's dissuasion and insisted on marrying him. The fate of throwing corpses into the wilderness.