After Su Man reminded him, Zheng Qing suddenly realized that there was also a Jiang family mansion in the west area of Beta Town.
Jiang Yu brushed the long hair that fell around her ears and smiled slightly: "There are no elders in the family on the island, only a few of us incompetent juniors. In addition, I am still a witch, so I am not qualified to preside over the ceremony... As for co-offering and so on, I have to hand over the ceremony.
Just let the old people in the mansion deal with it. If I go, I will only cause trouble for them."
Zheng Qing nodded solemnly.
Although he didn't know what co-offering was and why witches were not qualified to preside over the ceremony, he was sensitively aware that at this time, keeping silent was the best response.
The head maid of Qingqiu Mansion did not continue to struggle with this issue. After a slight salute, she turned sideways and ushered the two young wizards in.
Although the Qingqiu Mansion on the Lantern Festival was a little livelier than usual, it was still within Zheng Qing's awareness. After all, he spent New Year's Eve here.
The only thing that surprised him was the small garden today.
In the past, all kinds of flowers that were only beautiful during the day began to compete with each other at night. I don’t know what kind of magic the witch cast on them. Tonight, every flower in the garden began to glow, from the stamens to the petals, blooming in the night.
Colorful faint lights hang on the branches, like small lanterns of various shapes floating in the night.
The flower sperm vibrate their transparent membrane wings and happily shuttle among the flowers, collecting the glowing pollen in each cluster of stamens, and then leaving the dew they have brewed for a long time on the petals.
That kind of depression infected everyone who passed by the big garden.
But it gave Jiang Yu more headache than tongue twisters.
The little orange lantern hugged the big orange lantern enthusiastically and sniffed hard, as if it wanted to suck out all the fragrance emitted by the big orange lantern.
You blinked, as if you felt that you needed to continue what you said before.
The very classic white sesame glutinous rice balls, with just the right sweetness, viscosity and temperature, made Jiang Yu, who hated eating that kind of food, couldn't help but taste it.
But I am very vague about important things like sacrifice. It is definitely an area that I cannot mess with. Especially the sacrifices performed by wizards. Every move has no magical feedback. This is definitely something that an inexperienced wizard like me cannot do.
A valet handed me a cold towel at the right time to help me clean my face and wipe my hands. Then another valet came to me with a tray. There was not a single yuanxiao in the porcelain plate outside the tray.
There is a pair of bamboo chopsticks standing next to it.
Jiang Yu dared to bet with the big green snake outside his ears that the tortoise shell had definitely been tampered with. Just like the coins wrapped in the dumplings I would eat during the Chinese New Year, it was the same.
A strange expression gradually appeared on Jiang Yu's face.
Jiang Yu knew how his "unmarried person" was "just right", and he also knew that there was nothing special about the "Xia Yuan Festival".
So much so that Wu Dai completely didn't notice that the owner of Qingqiu Mansion was standing at the exit of the big garden. Naturally, I didn't notice the other big orange lamp in my hand, which was when it fell on Su Xiaoxiao.
in the hands of MPs.
how to say.
The eighth manservant held up a piece of tortoise shell,
I hesitated, then realized that the answer was extremely appropriate, and immediately corrected me loudly: "You mean, the lamp should be given to the little orange lamp..."
“Very bad!”
Whether it was an illusion or not, Jiang Yu felt that when you said that sentence, you seemed to glance at Zheng Qing accidentally.
In front of a young wizard who is good at divination, it is difficult for a special wizard to have secrets.
Jiang Yu hesitated for a few seconds and slowly glanced at Zheng Qing, who was half a step ahead of me.
A series of winding cracks appeared in the crackling sound, connecting these holes together.
Jiang Yuqian stared, and his immediate reaction was to come over and say what he should say.
"Yes, I do mind."
When the crackling sound stopped, the witch felt a little bit of laughter in her heart. Because these criss-crossed fortune-telling cracks under the tortoise shell actually showed seven very muddy seal characters before they were connected together - small good luck and small profit!
That's a tongue twister.
There are also words like that in divination!
Su Ya, who was holding a small orange lantern, emerged from nowhere and stood beside Bo Saidong with great dignity. She looked at the frightened witch with disdain, and then took the big orange lantern from the owner of the mansion.
"Everyone comes from meeting to meeting."
The dew was cold and it made me shiver.
Perhaps because of the momentum of the members of the Yueshang Parliament and the little wizard, Jiang Yu's voice became extremely high due to a guilty conscience, so that I believe that apart from myself, there may be a seventh person present who heard my slightly powerful words.
argument.
Is there anyone who looks like Bu Xiang? Never.
"Have you ever..."
Does anyone have any hints?
Bo Saidong fiddled with the big orange lantern floating behind him with his fingertips, and nodded with satisfaction: "Although you have long passed the age of hating playing with lanterns..."
I swallowed a big gulp of saliva, gritted my teeth, stretched my fingers out of the tray, and washed them carefully.
Bo Sai took the tortoise shell with a wide smile, then took out a bunch of willow branches from somewhere and handed it to Jiang Yu: "Put it in the door."
Boseidong obviously didn't care about the witch's loud defense. He scratched Little Orange Lantern's ears with his head raised, then took the dew tray from the servant next to him and handed it to Jiang Yu: "...you just said
I'm thinking about what to do with the Xiayuan Festival tonight, hey, he'll be in charge. His status is just bad."
Originally, the lantern was said to be for Little Orange Lantern, but after Senator Su intervened, although the first lamp was still given to Little Orange Lantern, the lamp seemed to be for Wu Daiyuan.
Boseidong interrupted the girl's unspoken excuse with an unquestionable voice: "And it's just a few very complicated rituals, which will waste too little of his time... He has nothing else to do tonight, right?
"
"I guess he has no intention."
Jiang Yu silently recited a spell, summoned a cluster of spiritual flames, placed it on the tortoise shell, and burned the small and large holes according to the most basic order of divination. It only took a short time for a heavy sound to be heard from the tortoise shell.
There was a faint and detailed beeping sound, which was the sound of tortoise shells cracking on the flames.
"Besides, I've had a good day and a bad day today."
Jiang Yu was determined, picked up the yuanxiao with her chopsticks and ate it.
The wizard turned his face sideways, as if he was carefully looking at the colorful 'big lanterns' outside the big garden, and seemed not to have noticed the conversation there at all.
"...But since he hasn't sent it yet, you just have to pay tribute. Unfortunately, you still thought about what gift to buy Dongdong today. That big orange lamp is wrong."
Saying that, you glanced at Wu Dai inquiringly: "Does he mind if you transfer the lamp to Dongdong? After all..."