Qingqiu Tea Party

With the arrival of Hua Qiang, and the company of the lively Ao Shanshan and the Ao Miaomiao sisters who appear cold and aloof but are actually gentle and kind, Long Mo'er has been in an exceptionally bright mood these past two days.

The lingering gloom was swept away, and even the aversion to this magnificent yet cold palace gradually dissipated.

On this day, sunlight streamed through the carved window frames, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow.

The four of them had just finished a sumptuous lunch and were sitting together, Earth Grade fragrant tea and enjoying fresh fruit.

The aroma of tea wafts through the air, and the sweet taste of fruit spreads in the mouth, creating a warm and pleasant atmosphere.

Just then, a butler, dressed in fine clothes and with a serious yet composed expression, hurried over.

His steps were light yet unhurried. He held a bright red invitation in his hand and respectfully handed it to Long Mo'er, bowing slightly as he said, "My lady, this Grand Princess."

Long Mo'er was slightly taken aback, a look of surprise appearing on her face.

She extended her slender fingers and accepted the invitation.

The invitation's cover featured exquisite and intricate gold-stamped patterns, exuding an air of prestige.

Long Mo'er glanced at it, then handed the invitation to Hua Qiang with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Ao Shanshan was very curious. When she saw something new, she immediately leaned her small head over and stared intently at the invitation with her big eyes.

Then he pointed to the words above and read them carefully, one word at a time: "Qingqiu Tea Party".

After reading it, she tilted her head and Wen Dao with a puzzled look, "Mo'er, what is this Qingqiu Tea Party?"

"Is it edible?"

Hua Qiang also turned his gaze to Long Mo'er, his eyes filled with curiosity as well.

Long Mo'er coughed lightly, collected her thoughts, and slowly explained, "Emperor Long Zongheng's younger sister, Long Ziyan, was granted the title of Grand Princess, and thus received the Emperor's favor."

Every year, the Grand Princess would host a tea party, inviting outstanding sons of princes, ministers, and official families to gather together, discuss poetry, compose essays, and savor tea.

Because the location was Green Hill, it was named the Qingqiu Tea Party.

This tea ceremony is a symbol of status and prestige; countless talented young men would do anything to get in, yet even a ticket is hard to come by.

"Green Hill, that seems to be a rather special place."

Hua Qiang suddenly spoke, his mind quickly recalling the descriptions of Green Hill he had read in online novels before. He remembered that it seemed to be a place where the Fox Clan lived.

Long Mo'er seemed to have seen through Hua Qiang's thoughts, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

He explained, "Green Hill was granted to the Grand Princess by the Dragon Emperor as her fiefdom, and some of the Demon Race there are her subjects, especially the Fox Clan."

Brother Qiang, the Fox Clan is known for its beautiful women, wouldn't you like to go check them out?

Perhaps we could take two back to warm our beds.

As she spoke, a sly glint flashed in her eyes, and her words carried a hint of meaningful teasing.

Looking at Long Mo'er's mischievous appearance, Hua Qiang couldn't help but reach out and rub her head, smiling helplessly.

Long Mo'er muttered, "Oh dear, look at you, you've messed up my hairstyle."

But her body showed no intention of dodging; instead, she tilted her head back slightly, as if enjoying Hua Qiang's "ravaging."

Hua Qiang withdrew his hand, coughed lightly, and said, "Alright, since we're here, let's go take a look."

Don't overthink it, I'm just going to see how many talented young people this Dragon Domain has!

Upon hearing this, Ao Shanshan burst into laughter, her clear laughter as melodious as silver bells.

She blinked her big eyes and said innocently, "Eldest Brother, you're not telling the truth! You clearly want to see pretty girls, but you're using such a lame excuse. Shame on you!"

After saying that, he deliberately made a face.

Looking at Ao Shanshan's adorable appearance, Hua Qiang shook his head helplessly, but his heart was filled with anticipation for the upcoming Qingqiu Tea Party.

He wanted to see for himself what this supposedly mystical Green Hill was really like, and what kind of scene the tea party, which gathered so many outstanding disciples, was actually like.

The sisters Long Mo'er and Ao Miaomiao were also filled with curiosity about this trip to Green Hill.

In this relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, the four of them began to look forward to the upcoming Qingqiu Tea Party.

Dragon Domain, the seventh year of the Daye era, the seventh day of the seventh month, sunny.

An auspicious day, suitable for all activities!

As dawn broke and the light morning mist had not yet completely dissipated, the entire world was shrouded in a soft, thin veil.

A series of urgent and crisp knocks sounded outside Hua Qiang's door.

Ao Shanshan's lively voice followed. "Eldest Brother, get up quickly! The sisters are all getting ready and are just waiting for you to leave!"

Hua Qiang was still asleep when he was interrupted by the sudden noise, and he shook his head helplessly.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and muttered, "It's barely dawn, is there such a rush?"

Besides, the tea ceremony doesn't start that early.

But seeing Ao Shanshan's expectant look, he couldn't bear to spoil the child's mood, so he reluctantly crawled out of his warm bed.

After leisurely washing up and having a simple breakfast, he followed the others to the entrance of the Lord's Mansion.

A magnificently decorated carriage was already parked there, its body adorned with exquisite carvings and radiating a soft glow.

Hua Qiang and the others boarded the carriage, and with a shout from the driver, the carriage sped off like an arrow towards the northwest.

Green Hill is a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the Imperial Palace, a distance that is practically insurmountable for ordinary people.

But for Hua Qiang, it's just a matter of taking a step forward.

The carriage was incredibly fast, speeding along the road like lightning. An hour later, they arrived at the entrance to Green Hill.

The scene before me was quite peculiar; it was a hazy, gray area, as if a layer of gray gas had blocked my view.

In the center of that hazy gray expanse, a gray vortex was spinning incessantly; that was the gateway to Green Hill.

Long Mo'er took out an antique-looking jade pendant from her ring.

On one side of the plaque was carved a phoenix soaring with outstretched wings, and on the other side were written the number nine, emitting a faint glow.

She showed the card to the soldier guarding the whirlpool.

Upon seeing the plaque, the soldier's expression instantly became respectful. He quickly stepped back a few paces and made a gesture of invitation.

Then, he took out a key that shone with golden light, inserted it into a certain spot, and turned it.

In an instant, the gray vortex began to grow larger, and then a golden passage appeared before everyone's eyes.

The chariot slowly stepped onto this golden road, and guided by the golden light, it directly entered another space.

Looking out the car window, Hua Qiang and the others were awestruck by the breathtaking scenery before them.

What comes into view is a continuous range of mountains, covered with a faint layer of colorful light, as if they had been lightly painted by an immortal.

At the foot of the mountain lies a vast sea of wildflowers, with wildflowers of all colors vying for attention: red wildflowers like fire, pink wildflowers like the sunset, and white wildflowers like snow...

A gentle breeze rippled across the sea of flowers, releasing a refreshing fragrance.

In the center of the sea of flowers, a crystal-clear stream meanders by, its waters shimmering with golden light under the sunlight, like a ribbon inlaid with jewels.

Along the stream, several tall trees stand lush and green, with various colorful birds perched on their branches, singing merrily as if welcoming everyone's arrival.

In the distance, uniquely shaped buildings appear and disappear, some as light as clouds, others as majestic as mountain peaks. Enveloped in mist, they resemble palaces in a fairyland.

Hua Qiang and the others watched with rapt attention, as if they were in a dreamlike world, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

They never imagined that Green Hill would be so breathtakingly beautiful, like a fairyland on earth.