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Chapter 33 Misty Rain City, Hanfu Festival

Yanyu City is connected to Yuncheng. It is an ancient city surrounded by water and bounded by water. There is no car exhaust here, only many light boats floating on the water. There are no tall buildings here, only countless small bridges and flowing water.

The blue bricks and white tiles, elegant colors, the terrain of the nine winding paths, the water waves rippling between the houses, and the boats coming and going are moored or wandering, forming an interesting contrast.

The streets and alleys are narrow, so small that only one person and one cow can walk side by side. The high walls sandwich the winding streets and alleys. It's like a paradise.

When you step into this ancient city, you will be amazed to find that the people living here, regardless of men, women, old or young, are all wearing distinctive Hanfu, colorful and competing for beauty.

Taking a quick look, it seemed as if he was in an ancient civilization in a trance, and he himself, also wearing a delicate and complicated Hanfu, came lightly in this alley.

The majestic Chinese style, the vastness of China, begins with clothes and reaches Boyuan.

The most lively time in Yanyu City is the annual Hanfu Festival. As the most intact ancient city, it has the most authentic historical traces and is the evidence of the existence of ancient civilizations.

Therefore, Hanfu lovers who come here from all over the country will wear their favorite Hanfu and walk in this ancient style openly, without worrying about anyone's puzzled eyes, only appreciation and joy.

Such a grand festival naturally attracts many handsome men and beautiful women with both talents and looks. They may be well-known on the Internet or in certain fields, and many people come as fans, just to see their youth .

Today is the third day of the week-long Hanfu Festival. Many new faces have emerged at the opening ceremony of the Hanfu Festival. Many online media have come to report live, hoping that they can take this opportunity to dig out the next one. Nova.

At this time, the most central area of ​​Yanyu City is full of voices. The boys and girls wear crown robes and shoes, wide sleeves and flowing clouds, and the shadows of their clothes are fragrant, giving people the illusion that they have spanned a thousand years, like a lifelike old man. The picture scroll unfolds slowly, which is amazing.

Pedestrians come and go, either strolling alone in the courtyard, or laughing and playing in groups.

They bowed to each other and danced lightly. Many Internet media interspersed in the ancient road, or interviewed popular Internet celebrities, or took photos for budding amazing amateurs.

Among them, the most popular one is Luyuan, which has many fans. He broke into the eyes of insiders with a set of Hanfu photography at the beginning. , has been sought after by countless people.

"Luyuan Luyuan, as you wish!"

"Lord Luyuan, please don't marry me carelessly!"

"Ahh! Master Lu Yuan smiled! So handsome!"

Lu Yuan's sword-like eyebrows are flying, his eyes are shining brightly, and the corners of his lips curl into a proud and charming smile. He is dressed in a black-colored Hanfu made of brocade. The cuffs and skirt are embroidered with the unique embroidery of Yanyu City. His gestures are extraordinarily gorgeous, all showing his evil charm and arrogance.

Wei Wei tidied up her wide sleeves, clasped her hands together on the front and back of her chest, and bowed to the fans who were crazy about him and fascinated by him, "Beauties, I'm going to go archery, would you like to go with me?"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, I will!"

"I am willing! My lord, take me!"

"And me, and me!"

Looking at the excited crowd, Lu Yuan seemed very satisfied with the effect he had created, the corners of his mouth became wider and wider, and his enchanting eyes blinked at the crowd, causing a commotion of exclamation.

"So, very good."

Luyuan was like this. In the sight of the webcast shooter, the teenagers and girls from Huaichun flocked to the archery place specially set up for the Hanfu Festival.

As soon as he stepped into the boundary of the archery place, Lu Yuan's eyes were attracted by the Qingjuan figure standing on the firing line, leaning slightly forward, holding the bow in his left hand, and tying the string with his right hand.

The boy's smooth left shoulder is facing the target, his feet are shoulder-width apart, his left foot is slightly tilted inward, his body weight is evenly placed on both feet, his slender white fingers tightly hold the arrow tail, aiming at the target, ready.

With a bang, it hit the bull's-eye.

(End of this chapter)