She's going to be a sect boss

Chapter 163 The Lantern Festival
The first lantern
The spring breeze at night has a few chills, but it can't stop people's enthusiasm for visiting the market.

Mostly because there are many wars in other places, this rare quiet place has many more people than before, and the streets are bustling with people.

Right now, He Miao, Cui Husheng, Song Zishu and all the servants of the Cui family came out to hang out.

The street is very lively, there are lantern riddles guessing, flower festivals, and lantern selling. Hundreds of flowers are blooming, although it is night, they don't seem to wither.

The previous opera troupe had already opened, with gongs and drums beating, and Sheng Dan Jing Chou singing opera operas on stage, attracting many people in the audience.

Song Zishu probably rarely saw such a lively scene. He looked around excitedly, looking at this for a while, looking at that for a while, without making a decision.

Seeing that the people passing by were all holding a lantern in their hands, he also talked to He Miao about buying one.

Before He Miao could speak, Cui Husheng on the side took the initiative and said, "Young master, just pick whatever you want."

The implication is that he came to pay.

He Miao is naturally happy to see the success without her paying for it.

Song Zishu was happy, and the corners of his mouth that were upturned just now drooped, and he looked at He Miao with a look of hatred, and said angrily:
"I want my sister to pay."

Cui Husheng was stunned, and said with a smile: "Young master is very polite." He didn't mind the impoliteness in Song Zishu's tone at all.

Song Zishu gritted his teeth and said to He Miao, "I can't help it, who calls her my own sister?"

The word "brother sister" is especially heavy.

He Miao raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't bother with him, took out a bunch of copper plates, and said, "Pick whichever you like."

Only then did Song Zishu swagger at the stalls on the side of the road, picking and choosing for a long time, and finally he fell in love with a revolving lantern.

The revolving lanterns are complicated in style, with various patterns painted on them, so they are not cheap at first glance.

He Miao also paid the money with a flat face, anyway, he was going to write an IOU.

After winning the revolving lantern, Song Zishu was immediately cheerful.

Seeing someone guessing lantern riddles on the side of the road, he felt itchy, so he squeezed in.

He Miao was the least interested in these genteel lantern riddles, so he turned around and left immediately.

Cui Husheng hurriedly followed, and seeing that she seemed to be interested in lanterns, he bought a lotus lantern out of his own pocket and handed it to He Miao.

He Miao didn't shirk, and took the lantern naturally.

Looking at the trees on the side of the road, the multicolored paper ribbons are on the flower branches, like living butterflies, flying around in the wind, which is quite strange.

Cui Husheng on the side explained gently: "This is the red reward of the Flower Festival."

He Miao nodded knowingly.

Cui Husheng continued: "Speaking of which, this matter has something to do with my Cui family."

He Miao signaled him to continue.

"During the Tianbao period, there was an ancestor named Cui Xuanwei, who loved flowers like crazy and was famous for his foresight."

"On a February night of a certain year, a group of beautiful women with a variety of flowers entered his garden and told him that they wanted to welcome the spring in full bloom, but the wind god blocked it, so he asked him to help solve the problem."

"How can my old ancestor not help. Immediately buy colored silk and paint the sun, moon and stars on it."

"The next day, he hung the colored silk on the flower branches in the garden. There was a strong wind, but the flowers on the branches were protected by the colored silk, and none of them were blown off. Those who love flowers rushed to follow suit, and it became a custom."

Cui Husheng is a prudent person. When telling stories, he speaks eloquently and in a gentle tone, which makes people feel pleasant to listen to.

After hearing this, He Miao praised, "Your Cui family is really talented." She stretched out her thumb and gave him a perfunctory compliment.

This kind of leisure and elegance is indeed only known to the rich family like the Cui family that has been passed down for many years.

Cui Husheng was startled, and then he pursed his lips and smiled: "Miss He's words are really interesting."

The two walked forward again.

The night breeze was slightly cool, blowing the broken hair on He Miao's forehead.

Cui Husheng was carefully looking for topics.

"Yesterday I looked through some genealogy at home, and there are indeed records of the story of the ancestor Cui Hutong Jiangniang."

He Miao stared at him curiously.

In fact, rather than saying that she looks like Jiang Niang was taken away by the Peach Blossom Essence, she is more curious, is it possible that the Cui Husheng in front of her is the reincarnation of Cui Hu?
Cui Husheng went on to tell about Jiangniang:

"This Jiang Niang, there are not many records in my ancestors. I only say that I don't know her surname and family background. She only has an outstanding appearance. She is diligent in managing her family, filial to her in-laws, and friendly to relatives and neighbors. She has a beautiful voice..."

He Miao's thoughts had already strayed to nowhere.The theory of reincarnation is absurd after all.That peach tree spirit has been cautious for hundreds of years, how could she have other thoughts after seeing Cui Husheng?
He raised his head and glanced at Cui Husheng again, his face was as white as jade, steady and dignified, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, he was indeed a model of a nobleman of aristocratic family,
Could he be the former Cui Hu?
It's a pity that there is no portrait of that great poet left in history, otherwise, a glance at it can be used as a basis.

Cui Husheng had already seen that she seemed to be in a daze, and when she glanced at her lightly, he felt that her eyes were sparkling.

My heart also trembled.

She wasn't really a good fit.

The Cui family of Boling originated from one of the eight surnames in ancient times. It is the "crown of the gentry" in the world. There have been sixteen prime ministers in the family.

Now that wars are raging all over the country, and the court emphasizes martial arts over culture, he took his family lineage back to his hometown to avoid disaster.

It stands to reason that the heir of the Cui family should be married to the lady of the well-known family. He has already had a marriage contract since he was a child.

After only a few days after the accident, the in-laws found out about the younger sister, and they used this as an excuse to call off the engagement.

He wasn't discouraged either.After all, he had never met that famous lady.Following the orders of his parents, the words of the matchmaker, and marrying someone he had never met before, this was the truth he had recognized since he was a child.

It's just such a coincidence in the world that she just happened to appear in front of him... She has a compelling appearance, and those eyes are like stars.

When she glanced at her, she felt numb all over.

Cui Husheng didn't dare to think too much, and just continued to say softly:

"Is the story I told too boring?"

He Miao shook his head, yawned, and said, "I'm thinking about the story of the peach tree spirit."

Cui Husheng deliberately asked her to say a few more words, pretending to be troubled:
"Speaking of which, my little sister's previous incidents are harmful to her reputation. She has always been a thoughtful person. I don't know if she can think about it later."

When He Miao heard the interest, she hurriedly opened her mouth, wanting to help:

"I have a great idea."

Then he licked his lips again and said, "Farewell. You are a big family, so you pay more attention."

Cui Husheng hurriedly cupped his hands and said: "Miss He has excellent knowledge, and I hope you can give me some advice."

He Miao had no choice but to express his own thoughts.

In fact, it is not a clever way.Everyone nearby has seen Cui Xiangjun molesting Xiao Langjun in the street before.

The world loves to treat this kind of thing as a gossip after dinner, rather than denying it secretly, it is better to have a big one.

Tell the story of the peach tree spirit's troubles directly, after all, this is also the truth.

The more mysterious the better, the people who eat melons will add fuel to it when they are interested.

In this way, everyone's eyes would only focus on the Peach Tree Spirit, and Cui Xiangjun became an innocent victim instead.

It's just that this method is a bit off the beaten track, He Miao is not sure whether a decent family like the Cui family will use it.

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(End of this chapter)