"Yes, the Peach Blossom Festival is the day when girls get their hair tied, don't you know?" The old man looked surprised.
Yan Yan shook his head, "I've never heard of it."
The old man looked at Yan Yan's snowy hair and tied it up into a high ponytail with a hair tie, "Girl, haven't you got haircut yet? If you're past your fifteenth birthday, you can't miss this Peach Blossom Festival."
"Once this Peach Blossom Festival is over, you will be a big girl."
Yan Yan was chewing the pancake.
She is not very interested in the Peach Blossom Festival.
After seeing the old man finish speaking, she asked, "Will Nishiki Zhifang not open until after March 3rd?"
"It opens on March 3rd. The new clothes must be sent to the girls in advance. They will wear them on the day of the Peach Blossom Festival." The old man said, "The girls should also buy a new set of clothes. This Peach Blossom Festival is very important to the girls.
Home is so important."
After Yan Yan thanked the old man, he still came to the door of Jinzhifang.
Went around the alley and arrived at the back door of Jinzhifang.
I looked around and saw no one was there, so I picked up the small white candle and the oil paper wrapping the cake and flew over the courtyard wall.
When he turned over and jumped down, his face was covered with white stuff.
After putting down the small white candle and pancake, Yan Yan started to pull things off his face.
As a result, it was pulled more and more until the whole body was wrapped in white gauze.
Xiao Baizhu wanted to untie Yan Yan, but he untied Yan Yan and pulled it on his body.
In the end, he simply let Yan Yan "play" there.
"Here is a doll." A female voice said, "Ah, there is also a girl."
The embroiderers who came to dry the fabrics released Yan Yan.
Although the embroiderers released Yan Yan, they still found the nurse and looked at her with vigilance.
Yan Yan smiled coquettishly and said, "I'm looking for the owner of your embroidery workshop. It's really urgent. Sisters, please do your best."
The embroiderers in the brocade weaving workshop are all girls who have suffered hardship before, and they are the least likely to see others asking for help.
After hearing what Yan Yan said, someone took her to see the owner of the shop.
Entering from the back door of Jinxiufang is a large courtyard. In the middle of the courtyard, there is a peach blossom tree with three people hugging each other.
It is obviously March, but the peach blossom trees are still full of flowers and buds, and there is not a single peach blossom in bloom.
Yan Yan and others bypassed the peach blossom tree and headed to the main room of Jinzhifang.
As soon as she stood at the door of the main wing, the door was opened from inside.
Yan Yan looked at the person who opened the door and was stunned for a moment.
This person is very similar to Master Jingzhu.
Master Jingzhu has the elegant compassion of a nun, and the person in front of her has an elegant and serious temperament.
He looked at Yan Yan with a stern look in his eyes.
"Madam, this girl said she has something to do with you."
Mrs. Jingmei stared at Yan Yu, as if she could make Yan Yu crawl out of Jin Zhi Fang if he asked her about something unimportant.
Yan Yan hurriedly searched around on his body.
Finally I found the handkerchief and handed it to Mrs. Jingmei.
Mrs. Jingmei's pupils contracted when she saw the corner of the handkerchief. When Yan Yan handed it to her, she did not take it.
Mrs. Jingmei turned sideways and motioned for Yan Yan to enter the room.
When Yan Yan entered the room, he still thought that the woman in front of him had many similarities with Master Jingzhu.
"what's your name?"
"Yan Yu."
Mrs. Jingmei nodded, "Jingzhu gave you the handkerchief, you keep it."
"I'm not short of handkerchiefs." Yan Yan insisted on giving them to her.
"Give it to me, you will regret it." Mrs. Jingmei said, "Are you here to ask about forbidden magic? The answer is on this handkerchief."
Yan Yan: "..." Are these two people fooling her?
Jingzhu asked her to bring the handkerchief to Jinzhifang, and then someone would return the forbidden technique to her.
Although she still doesn't know why Master Jingzhu said "return".
But now after she found the owner of Nishikoribo, he said that the forbidden technique was in the handkerchief.
Then why didn’t Master Jingzhu tell her directly that the origin of the forbidden technique was in the handkerchief when giving her the handkerchief?
Yan Yan turned the handkerchief over and over, but couldn't see anything about forbidden magic embroidered on it.
"Where is it?" Yan Yan stared at the embroidered headless stone statue and the bamboo forest.
No matter how you look at it, they are just ordinary pins.
She was looking at the handkerchief when suddenly there was a hand on it, pointing at the headless stone statue and making a faint sound.
"As long as you worship this headless ghost statue, your soul will not enter the underworld after the physical body dies, and you can continue to live in the physical body like a living person."
Yan Yan raised his head and looked at Mrs. Jingmei, with an unreadable expression on his face.
"On the mountain where Yaoniang and I went, there was a ruined temple on the mountain. This headless ghost statue was enshrined in the ruined temple." Mrs. Jingmei said, "Jingzhu also went to worship this headless ghost statue.
The head ghost statue saved her life.
She believed in this headless ghost statue, so Yaoniang and I did not tell her the origin of the forbidden technique."
"This is just a piece of broken stone, how can it be so powerful?" Yan Yu said sarcastically.
She has always stayed at Wutou Mountain, and she only stayed on the thousand-year-old tree in Wutou Temple.
It's impossible that the ghost statue has such strange magic but she doesn't know about it.
Besides, isn’t that headless ghost statue herself?
Why didn't she know she was so powerful?
"That's all I can say. Whether you believe it or not has nothing to do with me."
"Wutou Mountain is so gloomy. All the living people who enter the mountain have come and gone. How can you kneel down and worship the ghost statue?"
Xiao Baizhu stretched out his body from behind Yan Yan.
Mrs. Jingmei took a step back suddenly. She didn't realize there was another person in the room.
Yan Yan simply held the small white candle and sat down on the chair in the room.
Seeing that Mrs. Jingmei had not answered Xiao Baizhu's question, she asked again.
"Jingzhu came to the capital to find me ten years ago. At that time, she said that she met a boy who told her that the ghost statue in Wutou Mountain could fulfill her desires."
Yan Yan asked, "Who is that boy?"
"I heard Jingzhu mention it, so I asked someone to check it out. If it's correct, he should be the eldest son of Prince Shen's palace."
"Shen Beizhu?" Yan Yan asked in a deep voice.
Mrs. Jingmei nodded, "At that time, he was the only one who came to the workshop to pick up clothes for the eldest sister."
In the backyard of Jinzhifang, the embroiderers were weaving, washing, and winding embroidery threads to cut fabrics, and they were busy carrying silk strips.
Yan Yan held Xiao Bai Zhu's hand and stood under the peach blossom tree.
"It is said that this peach blossom tree is hundreds of years old and has never bloomed. When spring comes, the flowers bloom and the buds will wither soon."
An embroiderer saw Yan Yan staring at the peach blossom tree, so she came up and said a few words.
"Why don't they bloom? Are there any flower trees that don't bloom?" Yan Yan said with a smile.
"It's said that the water we used to dye the cloth polluted the roots of the peach blossom tree." The embroiderer said regretfully, "Dozens of us women rely on this embroidery workshop, and we can't move away. It's a pity for such a beautiful peach blossom tree."
Yan Yan didn't know why the peach tree didn't bloom, but the dyeing pool of Jin Zhifang was not in the backyard, so there was no way it could stain the peach tree.
The embroiderer went to work, and only Yan Yan and Xiao Bai Zhu were left under the peach blossom tree.
The sun shines on the peach blossom tree, making it look even more beautiful. The buds are pink and the wind blows away the peach blossom petals.
Yan Yan raised his hand and took a petal.
The peach blossom tree has begun to wither, while it is still in bloom.