Yun Zimo's Qinggong was pretty good, and it was not difficult to climb the Nine-Storied Pagoda while carrying a person in his arms.
It was just as he thought. The students had all taken the day off to watch the fun. There were only a few old cleaning servants holding brooms and stopping by the railing on the sixth floor of the library, taking advantage of the convenience of the terrain to watch from a distance.
Yun Zimo jumped into the highest couch with Wushuang in his arms, dropped his cloak, threw himself on the ground, and then hugged Wushuang and leaned against the wall, "It's nice here."
"Um."
Wushuang looked at the sea of people in the distance, watching the giant Poseidon statue enter the long street surrounded by people. Countless people knelt down to pray for blessings, and the goddess in colorful clothes danced a sacred dance on the float.
This all seems a little strange.
It was completely different from the Poseidon Festival she knew before.
"There are more than a dozen floats, which means there are more than a dozen goddesses?" Wushuang asked in a low voice.
"Um...yes." Yun Zimo squinted his eyes and counted for a while, "Twelve floats, the women on the floats should be dressed as the twelve flower gods. The makeup and clothes are different, which is quite unique."
"It's so unique." Wu Shuang's eyes were deep, "It's different from the Poseidon Festival I've seen before."
Yun Zimo was stunned: "Have you seen the Poseidon Festival before? Are you from Yuezhou City?"
But Wushuang didn’t have any Yuezhou accent when he spoke——
Moreover, if she were from Yuezhou and returned to her hometown, she would not show any signs of it.
"No." Wushuang pulled his lips and said lightly: "I am from Anluo. Have you heard of Anluo?"
She turned to look at Yun Zimo: "On the sea outside Yuezhou City, there is the Anluo Kingdom that can be reached by boat in three days."
Yun Zimo was stunned for a moment, "You - you are from Anluo? Then how come you have such a good relationship with Wuyou?"
When the Anluo Kingdom was destroyed, it was a natural disaster as well as a man-made disaster.
And the person who sent troops to attack Pingluo was none other than Murong Yu.
Murong Yu was only seventeen years old at that time. Because he turned Anluo into a state of Daqian, he was granted the title of Zhenbei King.
Since Wushuang is from Anluo, doesn't he have hatred against Murong Yu?
Yun Zimo suddenly remembered that when she first met Wushuang, she entered the palace late at night. Was it to assassinate her?
But she didn't take action at that time.
Does Wuyou know that Wushuang is from Anluo?
Yun Zimo's mind was in a mess.
Wushuang didn't seem to hear Yun Zimo's fussing, and didn't bother to look at his unpredictable eyes.
She said softly: "At the Poseidon Festival in my time, there was only one goddess, and the dance she performed was not this kind of dance."
"We only sacrifice to the Poseidon once every five years... Each sacrifice takes nearly two years to prepare. It is the most sacred sacrificial ceremony in Anluo. King Anluo personally presides over it, and all civil and military ministers are present..."
"The dancing goddess is also carefully selected. Her birth date, appearance, and luck can all be determined through the deduction of the high priest."
"If any one item is inappropriate, then there is no need for a goddess in that sacrifice. Even if no one dances the dance to worship the gods, people with inappropriate birth dates and luck cannot blaspheme the God of the Sea."
Yun Zimo listened blankly, "You...you were a goddess?"
"yes."
Wushuang smiled lightly and responded in a good-natured manner, "But I am not the goddess introduced by the high priest... the goddess that year was someone else, but she suddenly had an accident, so I pretended to be a goddess and danced a sacrificial dance."
"Maybe it's because I have bad luck and don't have the right birthday..."
This is why Anluo suffered a series of disasters and finally reached the point of destroying the country.
Yun Zimo was greatly surprised, "Then you, your status in Anluo must have been very noble before, right?"
Anyone who has the opportunity to dress up as a goddess will definitely be able to get in touch with the top people in the Anluo Kingdom.
Yun Zimo guessed her identity in his mind.
Wushuang closed her eyes and took a long breath, "I won't read it. You can read it. Take me back when you finish reading it."
"..."
Yun Zimo pursed his lips. For some reason, he was no longer interested in the excitement of the Poseidon Festival.
"Then let's go back." Yun Zimo knelt down to help her, "It's too high here and the wind is strong. If it blows for a long time, you may get cold."
"OK."
Wushuang responded, leaned into Yun Zimo's arms and closed his eyes.
Yun Zimo took her down from the tower, and after returning to the small courtyard of the inn, Wushuang fell asleep. From the time she got off the tower to the time she came back, she didn't say a word.
Yun Zimo hesitated to speak, "If you are really in a bad mood, why not talk to me... maybe it will make it less boring."
"Thank you." Wushuang closed his eyes, "I'm tired."
Yun Zimo: "..."
He took a deep breath and retreated quietly.
…
From that day on, Wushuang became very quiet and no longer bossed Yunzi Moyi around.
Her injuries gradually recovered, and by early September, she was almost fully recovered.
At this time, Yun Zimo had stayed in Yuezhou City for almost two months.
It's autumn, but it's not that cold here during the day, only the cold wind is biting at night.
Qingfeng asked when Yun Zimo would leave, whether he wanted to continue living here, or what his plans were.
The money they brought out was almost used.
Yun Zimo had a headache.
He didn't know what to do either.
It didn't seem that nice outside, the inn wasn't very comfortable, and he didn't get used to the surrounding customs. He actually felt a little homesick.
But if he leaves, Wushuang will definitely not return to Beijing with him.
Where will she go?
He recalled the situation when he and Qingfeng picked up Wushuang. They were covered in wounds and poisoned. He didn't know whether they were being chased by the government or their enemies...
Yun Zimo is kind-hearted by nature, and although Wushuang and him don't have a deep friendship, they have been together for several months.
Naturally, he couldn't just pretend that he didn't know anything, just leave Wushuang here and go back to the capital.
So, he decided to find an opportunity to ask Wushuang what his plans were.
Then see if I can persuade her to go with him to the capital.
Wuyou is Wushuang's good friend, and he is also in the capital. Going to the capital is better than staying outside, right?
He had done a good job of psychological construction and prepared a set of words that he thought was appropriate, and wanted to talk to Wushuang.
But Wushuang actually went out and didn't come back all day.
This made Yun Zimo murmur in his heart.
Could this guy just leave without saying goodbye?
But the clothes I bought for her are still in the cabinet, and she walked away so elegantly without touching her body?
How will she live after she leaves?
There seemed to be Wushuang's scent still in the room. Yun Zimo sighed and muttered to himself: "It's so rude, I didn't even say a word if I wanted to leave!"
Originally, he was hesitant because of Wushuang.
It's fine now, Wushuang is gone.
Then there is no reason for hesitation.
Yun Zimo turned around and told Qingfeng to pack his bags and set off the next day.
But he also thought, what if Wushuang just went out to do something and suddenly came back and ran away?
So he asked Qingfeng to prepare everything first and stay in the small courtyard for a few more days. He would not leave until Wushuang arrived in three days. This chapter has been completed!