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The Dragon Boat Festival in Dayong is quite different from the world Gu Mingli originally lived in.

After all, there is no Qu Yuan here.

Therefore, the small boats on the river are all propelled slowly by boatmen using bamboo poles.

Everywhere there was a sense of leisure and comfort.

Gu Mingli squinted his eyes comfortably.

He hadn't done this in a long time, going boating on the river with a few friends.

"The tide is high and the banks are wide; the wind is fair and the sail is full."

Xiao Ye raised an eyebrow at him.

"Was this also written by an immortal?"

"Yes," Gu Mingli grinned, "another immortal."

Xiao Ye chuckled, too lazy to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Before long, a melodious flute sound drifted across the river.

A delicate little boat was moored over there.

A woman in a pale yellow dress sat at the bow of the boat, playing a flute.

The melody is melodious, with a touch of deliberate softness.

It was Miss Pei.

Xiao Ye tilted his head slightly, his gaze preparing to look in the direction of the flute sound.

Gu Mingli's peripheral vision had already been focused on those boats.

He shifted his body slightly, moving half a body length closer to Xiao Ye's line of sight.

It happened to be positioned between him and Pei Jiachuan.

"Hey, Second Master."

He spoke casually, as if he hadn't noticed the flute music at all.

"Although you've ridden in a small boat, have you ever rowed it yourself?"

Xiao Ye's gaze was drawn back to Gu Mingli's smiling face.

"……No."

"Oh dear, that's such a shame."

As Gu Mingli spoke, he gave Gu Mingyue, who was sitting at the stern of the boat, a wink.

Gu Mingyue understood immediately and quickly retrieved two spare wooden oars from the bottom of the boat.

With a "thud," it was thrown in front of her brother and the emperor.

The paddle was rough, with water stains and moss on it.

Xiao Ye looked down at the wooden oar in front of him, his brows furrowing slightly.

Gu Mingli had already picked up the oar and was earnestly starting to deceive people.

"Second Master, the joy of boating during the Dragon Boat Festival lies in rowing yourself."

"It is said that those who row the Dragon Boat Festival boat themselves will have smooth sailing and be free from all diseases all year round."

"According to whom?" Xiao Ye asked indifferently.

"The Golden Legend," Gu Mingli said confidently.

Xiao Ye glanced at him.

I really want to tear this person's mouth open and see which part of it is true.

However, he still reached out and picked up the wooden oar.

The paddle handle is polished smooth, and feels rough and real to the touch when held in the hand.

As an emperor, he never held a paddle.

I've never rowed a boat before.

Holding the oar now feels rather novel.

"How do we draw it?"

"I'll teach you!"

Gu Mingli couldn't wait to plunge the paddle into the water.

"Just keep dialing like that..."

He slashed hard.

The boat suddenly veered to the left.

Geng Zhi, sitting in the back, was thrown to the right and almost fell headfirst into the river.

Xiao Jue clicked his tongue in disdain.

"Gu Mingli!! Do you even know how to row a boat?"

Gu Mingli glanced back, his expression unchanged.

"Why don't you give it a try, Fourth Master?"

Xiao Ye gripped the oar handle, looking at Gu Mingli speechlessly.

"You don't look like someone who can row."

Gu Mingli chuckled, "The point is to stir things up."

Xiao Ye took a deep breath.

He dipped the paddle into the water and, mimicking Gu Mingli's action, pushed it back slightly.

The boat rocked, then its bow suddenly changed direction, heading straight for an old willow tree on the shore.

Willow branches brushed against the boat awning, rustling softly.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! Move to the right! Move to the right!" Gu Mingli shouted.

"I'm swiping to the right!" Xiao Ye's voice deepened.

"Then why is your right arm different from mine?!"

"..."

Xiao Ye paused for a moment.

I looked down at the two of them sitting.

He faced the bow of the ship, while Gu Mingli faced the stern.

The two people were sitting facing each other.

The left and right sides are exactly reversed.

There was a moment of silence.

"Then turn around."

Gu Mingli quickly got up and moved to sit next to Xiao Ye, side by side.

Now the two of them each paddled on one side, and their directions were finally aligned.

The small boat began to move erratically on the water.

It can barely be considered progress.

Xiao Jue watched for a while, but couldn't bear to watch any longer.

He rolled up his sleeves, stopped using the folding fan, and tucked it behind his waist.

Give me a paddle.

Gu Mingyue then pulled out two oars from the bottom of the boat.

He handed one to Xiao Jue and the other to Geng Zhi.

Xiao Jue: "..."

Who knows how many oars are crammed under the bottom of this boat?

Xiao Jue took the oar, rubbed his hands together, and looked ready to make a big splash.

Geng Zhi silently took the oar, scratched his head, and said he didn't know how.

The two men sat behind the emperor and Gu Mingli.

They imitated the movements of the two "veterans" in front of them with great skill.

Four people, four oars, simultaneously plunged into the water.

"Let's row together!" Gu Mingli shouted.

All four oars entered the water at the same time.

The small boat suddenly turned half a circle to the left on the river.

"Stop! That's too strong!"

It drew another arc to the right.

"Hey, hey, hey, that's too late!"

Gu Mingyue sat at the very back of the stern, her face splashed with water from the spray of oars flying in all directions.

The river water flowed down her temples.

She wiped her face expressionlessly.

Take a deep breath and suppress the urge to scold someone.

The little shadow guard crouching at the stern of the boat was a bit seasick.

He was being rocked so hard that his hands gripped the gunwale tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his face turned green.

He served His Majesty for eight years, scaling palace walls, blocking hidden arrows, and teetering on the edge of a knife three times.

But never before have I felt so close to death!

The old boatman chuckled and put away his pole.

He sat cross-legged at the stern of the boat, his eyes slightly closed, looking as if he were in deep meditation.

It was as if everything that happened on this ship had nothing to do with him.

"Gu Mingli, swipe to the left!" Xiao Ye's voice was already filled with gritted teeth.

"I'm swiping to the left!"

Why is that boat going in circles?

"Because the four of you are not exerting your strength evenly! Commander Geng, don't use so much force! You're rowing a boat, not chopping wood!"

Geng Zhi silently withdrew three-tenths of his strength.

The boat finally stopped spinning.

But they started to back away.

"...Who's paddling backwards?"

There was a moment of silence.

Xiao Jue looked down at his oar and realized that he was indeed going in the wrong direction.

He silently scooped up the oar, his expression unchanged.

After some effort, the four of them managed to get their rhythm together.

The ship started moving forward.

Although the walk is crooked and unsteady, at least it is moving forward.

Xiao Ye's paddling skills are gradually becoming more and more proficient.

The force was a bit too much, but the rhythm was steady.

He's the kind of person who wants to do everything to the best of his ability, even something as simple as rowing.

The angle at which each paddle enters the water is adjusted imperceptibly.

Gu Mingli noticed it.

Professor Gu, a fellow perfectionist in science and engineering, expressed his appreciation for this attitude.

"Keep it up! You're the best!"

Xiao Ye turned to look at him, his eyes filled with malice.

"Who is Jiayou?"

Gu Mingli: "..."

Gu Mingyue sighed.

Tired.

Behind the small boat.

More than thirty guards sat in ten small boats, protecting the emperor's ship.

They were sitting comfortably, with the boatman at the helm.

But seeing that even the emperor himself was rowing, they all looked at each other in bewilderment.

Then everyone pitched in, each with an oar, and started rowing.

As a result, all of the dozen or so boats began to sway erratically.

Some ran east, while others veered west.

Some are horizontal, some are spinning.

Two boats nearly collided, and the people on board frantically tried to push each other with their oars.

Another one, somehow, swam straight into the reeds on the bank, startling a flock of water birds.

In short, there is no straight path.

The people who were originally bustling on the riverbank were gradually drawn to the scene in the river.

They all stood on the shore, craning their necks to look.

"What are those people doing?"

"Shall we have a contest?"

"Compare what?"

"Perhaps it's a race to see whose boat can row the fastest?"

The young lady of the Pei family stopped playing her flute.

She sat in a small boat not far away, slowly lowering the bamboo flute in her hand.

He gritted his teeth in hatred, his gaze burning over and over the light blue figure in the back.

The man in the crescent-shaped white brocade robe had a jade pendant with a dragon pattern hanging from his waist.

That must be the emperor.

But the man sitting next to that "emperor" is wearing a light blue brocade robe; he must be a male fox spirit who has bewitched the emperor!

The two stood shoulder to shoulder, very close, occasionally tilting their heads to chat and laugh.

Outrageous! Shameless! Appalling to behold! Indecent!