As a result, as soon as the fireworks in the sky ended, lightning came to join in the fun.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and it began to rain heavily.

But after a while, the rain became heavier and heavier, and it gradually became a heavy rain.

People playing on the street could only find places to take shelter from the rain.

Jiang Zhao was hiding under the eaves, looking at the heavy rain, and couldn't help but said in his heart: "It's really unlucky. Why do you promise a good life?"

Jiuqi reached out to catch the rain outside the eaves and said, "We won't be able to enjoy the moon during this year's Mid-Autumn Festival."

But it doesn't matter if you can't admire the moon, as long as everyone is together.

In previous years, when I followed the young master, I couldn't even celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. This year, I even ate mooncakes that I had never eaten before.

In the pond, the heavy rain knocked over all the lotus lanterns that everyone put up. Now it seems that all the wishes that everyone made have failed.

Just when Jiang Zhao was thinking wildly, there was another flash of lightning in the sky.

It seems that you should swear less in the future, otherwise it will harm everyone.

But everyone didn't care about the heavy rain. They were all talking about the fireworks just now.

"What are the flowers that exploded in the sky just now? Are they so beautiful?"

"Do you think it was another great scholar who caused the strange phenomena in heaven and earth?"

"It doesn't look like it. Although the flower is beautiful, it smells like saltpeter. It must have been made by humans."

"What kind of person can make such beautiful flowers that can fly into the sky and explode?"

"I don't know, but I think the flowers in the sky just now look a bit like iron flowers."

"It's a bit like an iron flower, but it doesn't fly so high?"

"In my opinion, those flying flowers were either made by immortals or by high-level warriors."

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Everyone was discussing how to make the fireworks, and finally everyone agreed that the last person was right.

Only immortals or high-level warriors can create those fireworks.

The few people who knew who made it smiled slightly when they heard it. The maker of the flower that could fly into the sky was standing in front of them at this moment.

However, Jiang Zhao never expected that so many people would like the fireworks he made casually in ancient times.

You must know that in her previous life, as long as she had a little money, she could buy more gorgeous fireworks. Her fireworks could be bought in a small store for tens of yuan.

She was a liberal arts student in her previous life and had no research on these subjects, but she had a friend from the chemistry department who asked her to study how to make homemade fireworks during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

However, the fireworks made by Jiang Zhao were far less spectacular than those made by his friend at that time.

But there are many things in this era that are not available, so she can only make one. It would be great if she can make it.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, the rain subsided a little, and everyone hurried home.

Not long after Jiang Zhao and the others returned home, the rain stopped and the clouds in the sky gradually dispersed.

There is a bright moon hanging in the sky. The rain just now seemed to have washed the sky. Now the whole sky looks exceptionally clean.

However, it might also be to confirm the oaths of those scumbag men just now, Jiang Zhao thought in a wicked way.

The rain stopped, the wind blew, and the dark clouds dispersed.

Jiang Zhao and the others were admiring the moon in the pavilion below. They took some leftover snow-skin mooncakes from lunch and put some fruits on them.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is the right way for everyone to eat, drink, and have fun together.

At this time, Jiuqi suggested: "Little miss, you and the young master are both talented in literature. Today happens to be the Mid-Autumn Festival. How about you write a poem?"

Seeing the bright moon in the sky, Jiang Zhao also became interested in writing poetry, and nodded in agreement: "Okay."

Then she asked Simubai for his opinion: "Brother Mubai, what do you think?"

Si Mubai naturally nodded: "Okay."

So the two of them sat down and started thinking about what poem to write.

Jiang Zhao was eating the grapes on the plate. She already had the poem in her heart, and then she turned to look at Simu Bai.

Si Mubai pondered for a long time and then started to read.

"The treasure mirror in the sky rises brightly, and the fairy sounds in the clouds are silent; the autumn colors are evenly divided, and the moon is full, and it stays with the clouds for thousands of miles."

"The cunning rabbit falls out of the sky, and the monsters don't appear in front of you; I hope you will join hands together until the Milky Way is completely cleared."

Jiang Zhao understood. In this poem, Si Mubai used the brightness of the moonlight to write about the purity and nobility of his heart.

Although she had read thousands of famous poems in her previous life, she had to admit that Simu Bai's poem had a novel concept, ingenious conception, and originality.

"Brother Mu Bai's literary talent has improved again. It's really hard for me to compare with him." Jiang Zhao praised.

Si Mubai shook his head and smiled helplessly: "Tianran, please stop making fun of me. Your literary talents are beyond our reach."

"I haven't finished this poem yet, but Brother Mubai, you praise me like this. If the poem I write later is too crotch-stretching, wouldn't I be sorry for your compliment?"

Jiang Zhao said jokingly.

Si Mubai smiled and said, "Did Ran write any good poems that day?"

Jiang Zhaoxin recited: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."

Si Mubai looked at Jiang Zhao's back holding the wine glass and looking up at the sky. He couldn't help but feel shocked. The first sentence he said was to ask the sky. Tianran was really a woman he had never seen before.

Throughout the ages, even men have been afraid of heaven and earth, let alone women.

Treating Qingtian as your friend and drinking wine together is really an extraordinary courage!

Jiang Zhao continued to read: "I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind and go back to nowhere, but I am afraid that the beautiful buildings and jade buildings will be too cold at high places."

For some reason, when Jiang Zhao read this sentence, Simubai felt that Jiang Zhao really wanted to ride a gust of wind back to the sky.

And Simubai also felt that Jiang Zhao really came from heaven, otherwise how could there be such a strange woman in the world.

Si Mubai rushed out of the pavilion and grabbed Jiang Zhao's arm.

Jiang Zhao looked back at Si Mubai with some confusion: "Brother Mubai, what's wrong with you?"

Si Mubai shook his head and did not tell the reason in his heart. He just said: "It's nothing. You continue."

Then he slowly let go of Jiang Zhao's hand.

Jiang Zhao didn't know why, so he could only continue to read his poem: "The fog makes the shadows clear, how can it be like being in the human world."

Simu Bai looked at Jiang Zhao at this moment. She was dressed in green clothes, with her hair hanging casually on her shoulders. She made a deliberate gesture, but it made people really think that she was a fairy who came down from the Moon Palace.

Simu Bai was immersed in his own thoughts, and Jiang Zhao's beady voice came again.

"Turn around the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qi household, and the light will keep you awake. There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye?"


Chapter completed!