That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

Once Fang Zhiyi had reached the bow of the ship, she stopped moving and simply looked up slightly to see the golden light shining through the clouds.

From Jiang Jingming's perspective, her profile was so fair it was almost translucent, and the curves of her eyebrows and eyes were so perfect that it almost made him forget to breathe.

At this moment, Fang Zhiyi possessed a breathtaking beauty that was as ethereal as riding the wind, detached from the world and independent.

She put away the faint smile that usually graced her face, and Jiang Jingming realized that she actually had an extremely aloof appearance, but she always concealed this with a nonchalant smile.

At this moment, she seemed like a goddess descending to earth, devoid of heart or emotion, quietly overlooking all living beings.

No one is more deserving of the title "Rain Master" than her.

At this moment, everyone present sighed inwardly.

Or perhaps the original intention behind the Joyful Rain Festival was simply to welcome the arrival of such a person.

After a moment of stunned silence, the crowd finally erupted in cheers.

In an instant, countless Spring-Stabilizing Tokens rained down from the sky, and everyone shouted "Lord Rain Master" as they threw their Spring-Stabilizing Tokens into the air.

Fang Zhiyi stood amidst the swirling petals, her expression still aloof, which made her appear even more divine and inspired even greater devotion in the people on the shore.

Jiang Jingming shook his head and tossed the Spring-Retaining Decree piled on his straw hat off.

There were so many fallen flowers on the shore that this ordinary, small fishing boat could hardly handle them.

At this moment, they were like the straw boats in the story of "borrowing arrows with straw boats," with the Spring-Retaining Order occupying every gap from beginning to end.

The noblewomen of Fengling City had gone to great lengths, even resorting to all sorts of tricks, to obtain the Spring-Retaining Tokens, and now the tokens were floating full of them in the flowing water beside the boat.

Fang Zhiyi stood gracefully amidst the blue and white flowers, as if standing in a cold, falling snow, the early spring wind unable to melt the snow around her.

Just then, she suddenly turned to the side and gave Jiang Jingming a slight smile.

Suddenly, the goddess, who had been like a sculpture, came to life, her eyes sparkling with emotion.

Behind her were cheers from millions of people and boats laden with spring-retaining tokens, but her gaze was fixed solely on one person, her eyes filled with a gentle smile.

Jiang Jingming's heart skipped a beat for a moment. She was probably laughing at how he had shaken his head and thrown away the flowers, but standing in the sunlight and smiling so gently was just too much.

The people on the shore also noticed her sudden smile, but of course, no one thought she was smiling at a boatman wearing a straw hat.

Everyone felt their hearts flutter, and in an instant, the whole world melted into that gentle, spring-like smile.

This woman is undoubtedly the true Rain Master; it is she who brings the spring rain that nourishes all things.

And when she stands there, spring will never leave Fengling City again, and the flowers will never wither.

Time flows slowly, but the world remains forever young.

Chapter 120 Dreams Blow to the Western Continent

The boat continued on its way, but the people on the shore were reluctant to let the rain god out of their sight, so they all chased after the boat.

Jiang Jingming slightly raised his straw hat and watched as the middle-aged man who had said he would throw flowers to his daughter caught up, panting, and threw the flowers to Fang Zhiyi.

A blatant betrayal!

The situation immediately descended into chaos, and the order painstakingly maintained by the Divine Capital Guards collapsed in an instant.

Those who fell behind the boat chased each other, while those in front of the boat, who hadn't yet seen clearly, clung to the railings and shouted loudly, but everyone's eyes were still fixed on the people at the bow.

Soon someone tripped and fell, causing several others to fall in a heap. In the chaos, some people had their belts and pants pulled off, and they cursed loudly with red faces and thick necks.

The guards drew their swords, but their angry shouts and swords were like a drop in the ocean to the frenzied crowd, having no effect whatsoever.

Someone rolled down the riverbank, but their first instinct wasn't to get ashore; instead, they were relieved to be a little closer to the Rain Master.

Seeing this, more and more people followed his example, jumping into the water without a second thought.

However, out of respect and piety towards the Rain Master, they kept their distance from the boat, simply floating on the water and watching from afar with their hands clasped together.

Jiang Jingming gripped the hilt of his knife with one hand and sighed silently in his heart.

He did intend to create some chaos, but he really didn't expect it to turn out this chaotic.

Now that's bad. Even if the other people on the ship can slip away in the chaos, Fang Zhiyi definitely won't be able to leave.

Wherever she goes, this group of people will follow.

"..."

Xie Yunqi craned his neck and saw the increasingly ugly faces of the Divine Capital Guards on the shore. He then burst into laughter without any sympathy.

"Sometimes I really wonder if you, Miss, are really the Commander's daughter."

Seeing this, Lu Zhao could only sigh helplessly.

"What's wrong? What happened?!"

Xie Yunqi snorted coldly:

"They've been chasing me all over the city, and I haven't even said a word yet!"

"Never mind, what we need to think about now is how to get Miss Fang out of this mess."

Lu Zhao coughed and pointed to the group of water ghosts swimming after the stern of the boat.

"Look at them, they can't leave easily. Our Divine Capital Guard can't really draw their swords and kill people, at most we can only scare them, but unfortunately no one can scare them now."

"Based on past experience, where does the woman who wins the title of Rain Master end up?"

Xie Yunqi put away his playful thoughts and became somewhat worried.

After all, Fang Zhiyi only agreed to run for election in place of Zhang Huahua in order to help everyone get out of trouble.

"According to what Miss Zhang and Kong Ming just said, under normal circumstances, a woman who obtains the title of Rain Master is required to attend a banquet, meet the city lord, and receive a reward."

Lu Zhao scratched his face, thinking of an important question.

"But the city lord is dead now! Most people don't know which banquet the Rain Master is going to attend, or who he's going to claim his reward from."

"Oh, that's not important!"

Xie Yunqi shook her head and frowned, completely unaware that she was the one who asked the question first.

"But is there any way to calm these onlookers down? They're acting like they're possessed! They definitely won't let us take Sister Fang away easily."

"calm......"

Lu Zhao pondered for a moment, then suddenly clapped his hands:

"These people from Fengling City usually love to boast about their self-discipline and refined manners, but now they've lost their minds and acted so rudely. Something must have happened to make them realize their mistakes!"

"I see!"

Before Lu Zhao could finish speaking, Xie Yunqi leaped to his feet, brimming with confidence:

"Let me recite a poem! It will surely leave them in awe and utterly captivated!"

"There's absolutely no need for that!"

Lu Zhao shook his head vigorously, like a rattle drum.

If the young lady goes out to recite poetry, the effect will probably be the same as that of the Zhou family's young lady just now; everyone will just look at each other blankly, wondering where this illiterate woman came from.

Listening to the two talking back and forth, Aqing, who had been standing silently to the side, suddenly straightened up and walked towards the bow of the boat.

Lu Zhao was so frightened that he shuddered. He was afraid that this god of death would suddenly have a brilliant idea and say something like, "Why don't we just kill everyone outside?" and then go out and start a massacre.

As she was thinking this, she vaguely saw a hard object about the length of her forearm through the long sleeves of her black dress.

Lu Zhao felt a tightness in his chest, hurriedly stood up, and reached out to block her path.

"Miss Aqing!"

Aqing paused, glancing at him indifferently.

Then a bamboo-shaped object slid out from her sleeve.

"Xiao?"

Lu Zhao was taken aback.

Xie Yunqi caught up as well, curiously tilting his head to examine the long flute that had appeared out of nowhere.

It can be seen that the workmanship is not very good, the texture is rough, and it is obviously made of green bamboo that can be found everywhere. The tail of the flute is wrapped with red tassels.

The colors of green and red complement each other, and the simplicity hides a subtle beauty.

"Ah Qing, Ah Qing, where did this flute come from?"

I made it myself.

Aqing's fingertips gently caressed the body of the flute. As she spoke, she lowered her eyes, lost in thought.

"Ah Qing, you can play the flute too!"

Xie Yunqi blinked, feeling pleasantly surprised.

As a young lady from a prestigious family, she should theoretically be proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and be an expert in at least one of them.

At least the daughters of those ministers all possessed a remarkable skill that was worthy of praise.

Xie Jichuan, holding a high-ranking position, is inevitably teased at various banquets to have his daughter perform.

Therefore, he once arranged for Xie Yunqi to learn the guqin.

The musician was the most famous in the palace. Even someone as famous as Xie Jichuan had to ask the emperor multiple times before he was finally invited to play.

As a result, Xie Yunqi, unable to learn even the most basic fingering techniques, smashed his family's valuable guqin to pieces in a fit of rage, scaring away the musician.

So I later learned Go.

However, Xie Yunqi soon clashed with the old man who taught her chess. It was said that the old man sarcastically insulted her, saying that she was stupid and shouldn't be learning chess, but should only learn to wield swords and spears.

So, in a fit of anger, Miss Xie tied the old man to a wooden stake and made him her target for martial arts practice.

What should we practice?

Practice the finger-flicking technique.

So the retired Go master, sporting a huge bump on his head, tearfully complained to the emperor for a long time, and finally received a box of wound medicine and went back to his hometown.

Master Wen personally taught him calligraphy and painting, producing characters so illegible that no one could understand them for a thousand years.

"I won't."

Aqing shook her head and carefully wrapped the tassel at the end of the flute.

"Why do it if you don't know how?"

"..."

Aqing didn't speak, but her long eyelashes fluttered quickly.

Xie Yunqi didn't understand the meaning behind her silence; he simply assumed that Aqing was just as unwilling to speak as usual.

Lu Zhao did notice, glancing at the figure outside the curtain wearing a bamboo hat.

The boy is truly blessed.

Lu Zhao couldn't help but grit his teeth and think.

This was already the umpteenth time he had gritted his teeth in recent days.

Aqing did not step outside the curtain, but simply raised her hand and gently tapped the plank of the boat.

Jiang Jingming, standing at the bow of the boat, turned around upon hearing the sound and met her quiet gaze.

Aqing didn't say anything, but simply threw the long flute in her hand.

Jiang Jingming caught it steadily, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

Where did Aqing find the xiao (vertical bamboo flute)?

The bamboo flute feels as smooth and warm to the touch as jade, and the flute holes have been polished repeatedly.

It was Ah Qing who made it herself.

Jiang Jingming guessed it in just a moment.

On those nights when she kept watch for everyone, she would probably sit alone under the moon, silently polishing the bamboo flute with a knife in her sleeve.

......

Jiang Jingming learned to play the xiao (vertical bamboo flute) from Jiang Wuwang.