On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, Qi Xing and Qing Pheasant went out again to watch the lanterns.
Because the emperor and the people had fun together on this day, countless people flocked to the Imperial Street.
Qixing and Qing Pheasant also went there and squeezed into the very back.
Qing Zhi didn't even know how she squeezed in, but the lady held her hand, like a fish, gently swinging through the sea of people, and stood at the last place where ordinary people could go.
Passing through several rows of armed guards, you can see the gorgeous imperial city gate, officials, eunuchs, and the emperor's bright guard of honor at a glance.
But the distance was still too far, there were too many people between us, and the lights were bright, so we couldn't see the emperor's face clearly.
This was enough, and the people behind him cheered like a tide.
On the opposite side of the street, there were no crowds of people, and the guards were as strict as the embankments. People there were strolling around leisurely.
These people were officials, relatives of the emperor, and their families. In addition, there were also a group of scholars wearing long Confucian robes.
These are the Taixue students invited to participate this year.
Although there are no official robes, I don’t feel out of place when walking among them.
"Even if I don't wear official robes, I still feel that I can sit on an equal footing with the courtiers." A prince said in a low voice.
Lu Yizhi booed him: "Even if we wear official robes in the future, we are still juniors."
Of course the student knew that, but he was too excited and couldn't hold it back. He looked at Mr. Lu's face. Under the bright lights on the sky street, the face of Mr. Lu became more and more crystal clear and as handsome as jade.
He is obviously still a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, but he looks calm and calm.
"Aren't you excited at all?" The classmate whispered, "You are enjoying the lanterns with His Majesty."
Lu Yizhi turned slightly sideways and said to him: "It's not like we sit in front of His Majesty and enjoy the lanterns. Our place is at the outermost position."
This was obviously more arrogant. He hadn't even put on his official robe yet, but he already thought about sitting in front of His Majesty. The classmate couldn't help but laugh out loud, but when Lu Yizhi said this, he didn't feel disgusted, but found it interesting.
This is what a young person is.
The two of them were walking happily, talking and laughing in low voices, when suddenly an older scribe in Confucian robes in front of him turned around and called: "Izhi."
This is Xia Houning, a doctor from Taixue.
"Quick, Mr. Xiahou is calling you." The classmates reminded them quickly, and a series of voices came from the front.
Lu Yizhi had already quickened his pace and walked over. As he approached, the other Tai students moved out of the way, and all eyes around him were focused on him.
Seeing Mr. Xiahou whispering to the young man, the young man nodded. As Mr. Xiahou continued to move forward, the students whispered and soon spread to the rear.
"Sir, let him sit with you and serve wine."
Serving wine is not a humble thing. It is the student's duty to serve the gentleman, not to mention that Mr. Xiahou is sitting in front of the emperor.
Mr. Xiahou has always been very fond of Lu Yizhi, and this time he even took him to sit there.
"Master Lu is so good-looking, who wouldn't want to take him with him?" someone said sourly.
"You have to be good-looking and you can use it." Someone also commented pertinently, "There are many good-looking people in the world, but Mr. Xiahou doesn't always keep them with him."
"Mr. Lu is very helpful in relieving your worries." Someone else murmured in a low voice, "Mr. Lu has been looking for the fragments of an ancient book for a long time. Lu Yizhi found it and bought it for me. I heard that my husband shed tears when he looked at the fragments of the ancient book."
There is really nothing we can do. Lu Yizhi is good-looking, talented, intelligent and very rich - an ancient book that can make Mr. Xiahou cry is worth thousands of gold.
How could people not like this kind of person? The students had mixed emotions as they watched the two people walking at the front go.
The classmate who spoke earlier stared at Lu Yizhi in front of him. This kid was just joking about sitting in front of His Majesty, and he actually sat there in the blink of an eye. Is he excited?
Lu Yizhi followed behind Mr.
His body was upright and his steps were graceful. He showed no sign of excitement or panic.
From the corner of my eye, I could see countless gazes coming from all around, and when I passed by the opposite street, I could still hear the noise.
There is a crowd of people over there as dense as ants.
Lu Yizhi went straight to the highest point in the world without squinting his eyes. He didn't take a second look over there, so he couldn't see what the people there looked like, and he couldn't hear anyone shouting in surprise.
"Little Miss!"
Qing Zhi grabbed Qixing's arm, looked at the bright and shining young man over there, and blurted out.
"Is that the third young master?"
After such a quarrel with the Lu family, she had already turned the third young master into an enemy.
When she suddenly saw the handsome young man appearing in front of her, the memories of her past hit her again, and she had mixed emotions.
Qing Pheasant gritted his teeth and resented: "How dare he come to Tianjie to look at the lanterns? Their family is so bad."
Qixing smiled: "Of course he can. His family is just being mean to me, not disrespectful to the court or His Majesty."
The young lady is still very happy? Is the young lady so happy because she saw the third young master?
Hey, no matter what, the young lady has a deep love for the third young master when she is at home.
Qing Pheasant looked towards the imperial city again. The distance was too far and there were too many people. The young master could no longer be seen. People couldn't help but suspect that he had been dazzled before.
"That's right." Qixing said, pointing to Qing Zhi, "He followed that man to the city gate tower."
Qing Zhi tried her best to keep her eyes wide open. Because His Majesty was there at the city gate, the lights were not very bright for safety reasons, and the guards were tight and there were people everywhere. She felt that she couldn't tell whether the person standing there was a person or a flagpole.
Miss, you can see so clearly.
How much do you care?
Qing Zhi couldn't help but look at Qixing, his eyes a little sad.
Qixing seemed to be aware of her doubts and pointed at his eyes: "I have very good eyesight. After all, I am an embroiderer."
Qing Pheasant chuckled again.
The hustle and bustle of the festival filled the city, making the deep mansion behind Huixian Tower seem even quieter.
A dim lamp was lit in the back house, illuminating two figures sitting opposite each other.
"The order to promote talents has been sent out, but I don't know how many people have responded." Zhike said, "So many years have passed."
The rich man was holding a bowl and eating fried beans: "You are looking down on us. There are no cowards among Mohists. No matter how difficult and dangerous it is, we will inherit the Mohist sect and inherit the aspirations of the ancestors. No one will look back."
The two were chatting and laughing when there was a light knock on the door. Zhike bowed silently to the wealthy man, turned around and walked out, and the door was closed.
After a while, Zhike opened the door and came in.
"The frequent movements these days have reunited everyone." He whispered, "But trouble has also come."
After the 16th day of the first lunar month, for many people, the year is over and they have to work hard for the next year.
I don't know if it was because I was busy on the road and couldn't bear to rest, but there were only six people sitting in a tea shed on this road.
But these six people occupied three tables. They were all wearing shabby cotton robes and had unkempt hair and beards, just like beggars on the street.
The shopkeeper squatted by the fire and was cautious, not daring to persuade them to give up the table. Even if they did, the people walking outside were well-informed and could see that these people were not good and would not come in to avoid getting into trouble.
"This tea tastes quite good." A man took a big sip from the tea bowl, smacked his lips, and said, "Brother, have another pot."
As he spoke, he lifted up his clothes and raised his legs, with one big foot wearing a straw sandal stepping on the basket placed beside him.
The store boy came here cautiously carrying the teapot. When opening a store on the road, it is inevitable to encounter customers with bad tempers, but there are not many customers who can tell at a glance that they are not good people.
Are all bandits so arrogant now?
"Put your feet down and be seen," the man next to me scolded, "what will it look like."
As he spoke, he looked around and then at the store boy who came over.
The store boy quickly lowered his head, but his curiosity was aroused by these words, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the man's tattered straw sandals. What if someone saw them?
