The Young Man Challenges the Nomad Flute, Fight the Whole of Lin'an (1)

As the wine and dance were accompanied by hundreds of falling flowers, the shadow of the golden hairpin fell into the silver lamp.

The dance in Falling Flower Pavilion was peaceful and beautiful.

An Le held the old yellow wine in his hand. His white clothes and wide sleeves were filled with the spring breeze, and his cool hair was draped over his shoulders. He looked at the Falling Flower Pavilion under the starry night sky.

He had naturally heard of this most famous place in Lin'an Prefecture, but he had never stepped foot in it.

The flower boat on the West Lake was also a place of fireworks, but compared to the Falling Flower Pavilion, it paled in comparison. Be it extravagant or luxurious, it was far inferior.

If not for Fairy Yun Rou's presence on the West Lake Flower Boat, it would not have attracted so many scholars.