Yanhan's arm was injured and he had to be recuperated for at least another ten days. He was not allowed to do any heavy work. Song Xiang was worried that he would mess up, so he almost never left.
The third day is the famous local Pucao Festival, also called the Holy Sacrifice Festival, which is very grand and lively.
The hotel was boring. Even Xiao Sheng's men went out in disguise to join in the fun. Song Xiang was also a little moved.
However, Chu Xun's incident had just happened, and Yan Han didn't want him to join in the fun.
Or did Rong Boye speak out: "In order to avoid arrows, the princess must hide in the palace forever?"
Yan Han originally had a lot of truth, but when faced with Rong Boye, he didn't say a word.
Song Xiang felt distressed and amused at the same time when he saw him deflated.
She knew in her heart that Yan Yanhan was worried about Rong Boye because of the incident in Nanqing, and he felt guilty for his parents.
"Take more people out, and nothing will happen." Gong Shiheng suggested.
Song Xiang also felt that Xiao Sheng was very ruthless and almost all dangerous people in the local area were reported. Now he was too busy dealing with the inspections from the upper management of Xiaodongzhou, so he had no time to cause trouble.
Yan Han was isolated and helpless, so he had to let Yan Bai prepare and set a time to go out in the evening.
Song Xiang happily waited for it to get dark, and in the afternoon asked the girl in the hotel to help her put on makeup.
According to local custom, young men and women will go to the temple to put out lanterns to pray for blessings that night, and young men and women will paint their faces and participate in a bonfire party, which is actually a disguised blind date.
Song Xiang was a "married" person, so naturally he didn't need to paint all over his face. He just put two small flowers on his cheekbones and the corners of his eyes for a formality.
Yan Han didn't want to be painted at all. He wore all black and just wanted to act as her bodyguard.
In the evening, when it got dark, the two of them went out with a large number of people.
"The painting looks like a little fool." Yan Yanhan laughed at Song Xiang.
Song Xiang also carried a tube of oil paint with him. When he heard what he said, he would refill it for him in the car.
Yan Han dodged frantically, but still couldn't avoid it.
Song Xiang pressed him down and drew a small heart on his cheekbones, which looked pretty good.
After finishing the painting, she leaned over, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "Little fool."
Yan Hanle was so sad that it didn't matter if he was painted.
When the bus arrived at the temple, which was about 500 meters away, we could no longer squeeze in. There were too many people.
Yan Han led Song Xiang out of the car, and a group of bodyguards also blended into the crowd.
"Where to go first?" Yan Yanhan shouted.
Song Xiang pricked his ears to hear clearly, and said loudly: "Go to the main hall and get the red silk!"
It is said to be something similar to the red thread of Yue Lao in Eastern culture, which can tightly tie a man and woman together.
Yan Han didn't believe this, but when he accompanied Song Xiang to do it, he felt that it made sense.
One of his hands was injured and he could not move around. Yan Bai opened the way and squeezed into the temple with great difficulty.
The clanging bells, the curling of cigarettes, and the huge lights on the dome illuminate the entire temple in a magnificent light.
You have to eat glutinous rice with your hands.
It is said that if you eat it, you can live a long life.
Song Xiang grabbed a little casually, turned around and wanted to stuff it into Yan Han's mouth, but Yan Han did the same thing.
The two of them stuffed glutinous rice into each other's mouths at the same time, which was very funny.
I swallowed it hard, my hands were so sticky that I couldn't even wipe it.
After finally squeezing in a little further, we finally arrived at the long corridor covered with red silk.
Song Xiang hugged Yanhan's waist tightly and shouted, "Hurry up and take one, I'll be squeezed to death."
Yan Han raised his hand, found one and pulled it down.