The New Year has arrived, and the streets of Beijing are abuzz with singing and dancing.
No matter how cold it is, the girl in Huajie and Liuxiang still wears a gauze shawl, and the exposed skin on her shoulders and neck is red from the cold, which makes people have evil thoughts.
"Taohong, how long has it been since the Prime Minister's son came?" The Madam of Manchunlou looked sideways at a flower girl.
"I stopped coming a year ago." Taohong lowered her eyebrows and said, "Maybe it was the Prime Minister's wife who stopped me."
"It's really useless. She will seduce you if she stops you. Can't you seduce him?" the old madam spat, "This man is really unreliable. Find another one."
"yes."
In the charming wing room, Taohong sat in front of the dressing table, with something on her mind, absently combing a strand of hair on her chest with the wooden comb in her hand.
"Girl, don't wait any longer." A maid, Feng Pu, came in solemnly.
The first words she spoke made Taohong drop the wooden comb in her hand to the ground.
"Did he say it himself that he wouldn't let me wait?" Taohong stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes trembling slightly.
"Master Xu has a new love!" The maid stamped her feet, "It is said that he is so spoiled that he doesn't even leave the door of his room. Not to mention you, girl, even no one outside can see his face."
"He brought that foxy girl into his house?"
"No, the Prime Minister's wife was so angry that the palace doctor rushed to the Prime Minister's residence overnight."
Pink hands coated with cardamom clenched tightly.
The Prime Minister's son once thought of redeeming his life for her, but was blocked by the Prime Minister's wife. He never mentioned the matter again without saying a word.
The whole capital knew how carefree he was, but according to the words of the prime minister's wife, there was not a single concubine in the backyard.
Taohong thought she would be the only one.
Even if he marries his wife in the future, she, Taohong, will be his first famous person.
But now it's hopeless, she won't be the first, let alone the last.
"Gress me up, I heard Master Shangshu will be here today."
"Yes, girl."
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"Where's Xiaobai?"
"Seventh Master is in retreat." Qingxuan said, "We have accumulated a lot of Yin virtue in this trip to the Yang world."
Yan Yan choked.
She is used to being at ease, and now she has forgotten about the need to accumulate moral virtue.
"Didn't you just come back and tell me to go to the underworld to celebrate the Lantern Festival, but neither you nor Xiaobai went?"
Qingxuan nodded, "I'm going to the King of Hell's Palace, and my mother-in-law is going with me."
Standing outside the capital, Yan Yan pinched his waist and felt angry.
What a good guy, he coaxed her to come to the earthly world, but he didn't even come with her.
Standing there, Yan Yan was wondering whether he should go to Wutou Mountain first or just go find Shen Beizhu.
I don’t know if the rumor that she was a witch has passed.
Just as I was thinking about it, there was the sound of tinkling, gongs and drums coming from behind me.
Looking back, I saw a group of people whose clothing and accessories were different from those of the Central Plains people.
The jingling sound is the silver jewelry on their bodies, and the silver jewelry is covered with silver bells.
Yan Yan was surprised and saw that they were coming to the capital, so he went to the capital first.
There are no empty tables in Jiangyun Tower, the largest restaurant in the capital, and all the young ladies from aristocratic families are sitting in the elegant rooms on the attic.
Shen Beizhu was drunk and vomited but he didn't want to. He was just full of alcohol.
I walked to the latrine in a daze, and as soon as I lifted up my clothes, a smiling face hanging upside down appeared in front of me.
"My dear grandson, do I miss your grandma?"
Shen Beizhu: "..." He was really scared to pee.
"Can I go to the toilet first?" Shen Beizhu cried sadly.
The name Jiangyun Tower refers to the towering restaurant in the capital city.
Shen Beizhu searched around the restaurant and finally found her on the roof.
From the roof of Jiangyun Tower, you can see the edge of the capital city wall.
The city gates were wide open and guards were posted on both sides of the road.
"Are there any foreigners coming today?"
Shen Beizhu raised his eyebrows and sighed that Yan Yu was well-informed.
"I'm from the Barbarian Border. I said I came here in time for the Lantern Festival to experience the customs and customs here."
The tinkling silver bell rang again, and Yan Yan was the first to look towards the city gate.
Not long after, the team that had been seen before entered the city gate, and there was a loud sound all around.
When everyone in the capital liked the color red, most of the people in Manjiang wore dark purple and dark blue Manjiang costumes.
Silver jewelry with a cold light brings some coolness to the bustling New Year.
In the middle of the procession, several sedan chairs attracted everyone's attention. The others were all eight-person sedans, except for the sixteen-person sedan in the middle.
The sedan was covered with silver ornaments that were dazzling to look at.
"That is the Holy Son of Manjiang. I don't know what the purpose of coming here is."
"It's flashy." Yan Yan curled his lips, "Come on, dear grandson, this is a red envelope."
A piece of white silk paper with strange runes drawn on it.
In the noisy New Year with gongs and drums, this is really the worst red envelope Shen Beizhu has ever received.
"Why did your hair turn red?"
"Let's celebrate." Yan Yan flipped up his hair, "I met people who dyed their nails on the road, so I asked them to dye my hair."
"Isn't your emperor here trying to arrest me? He won't cause trouble for you even if he covers it up."
Shen Beizhu's eyes silently fell on Yan Yan's more conspicuous hair, "Why not dye it black?"
"I want to, but I can't dye it black." Yan Yan pointed to her eyebrows, "My eyebrows are blue, can you tell? And my eyeballs are red."
Yan Yan stared at Shen Beizhu and blinked.
Every time I open my eyes, the blood color belonging to the black eyeballs is particularly obvious.
"Have you not noticed that your eyes are very similar to mine?" Yan Yan patted Shen Beizhu's head like a child, "I might really be your grandma."
Before, she had always wondered why the Shen family could hide the smell of blood-stained hair rings, but now that she thought they had her blood in their bodies, everything made sense.
Shen Beizhu followed Yan Yan out of Jiangyun Tower, leaving his family friends in the private room to wait for him to return and continue drinking.
"Let me tell you, when I came here I saw an old man buying candied haws, but I didn't have any money." Yan Yan led Shen Beizhu to use it as her money bag as a matter of course.
There are not only vendors but also fortune tellers during the New Year.
Based on the market situation that happened in Wanxiang Mountain a few years ago, even fortune tellers can now afford to open a shop.
When the two of them passed by a fortune-telling shop, Yan Yan stopped.
"What's wrong?" Shen Beizhu looked at the shop, "You want to open a restaurant?"
"That's right." Yan Yan put her candied haws aside, turned around and entered the shop, "Nine out of ten fortune tellers are liars."
Shen Beizhu took a breath and quickly followed in.
Those who can afford to open a shop are all reputable masters.
"I need to go to Madam's house...Miss Yan?"
Yan Yan was stunned for a moment as soon as he entered the shop.
"Sapphire?"
Qingyu is a practitioner of heavenly law, and it is difficult for a ghost like her to sense his existence.
Qingyu put down what she was holding, jumped out from behind the simple table.
"Miss Yan, long time no see." As she said that, Qingyu held Yan Yan in her arms.
I don’t know where Qingyu learned this strange way of meeting.
Shen Beizhu and the lady standing in the shop were so shocked that they were dumbfounded.
Yan Yan didn't care and patted Qingyu's back like a child.