Qingnu County, Lejun, Yangzhou, is the county seat of Lejun.
The Yangzhou water system and water transport are very developed, and Qingnv County is also built on the water. The Qingnv River passes through the city. This is also a beautiful Jiangnan county. All the houses have white walls and black tiles. Every morning and dusk
They are all shrouded in a thin mist, the white walls are immersed in the white mist, and the boundaries between the walls and the fog become blurred.
This county is more prosperous than many of the prefectures that Song You traveled through. There are many shops on the streets, people are coming and going on the road, and cars are flowing like water and horses are like dragons. Compared with Langzhou, it seems like two different worlds.
In addition to being prosperous and prosperous, when walking on the street, you can often hear one or two songs from the boatman's mouth on the Qingnvjiang River next to it, or one or two lines of poetry from the literati and poets on the bow of the boat, or you can hear some songs coming from the road.
The sound of orchestral music coming from the brothel in the nearby restaurant is leisurely and pleasant. Regardless of whether it is a county or county town in Yangzhou, there seems to be an endless number of brothels and restaurants.
This is its other charming feature.
No wonder Princess Changping loved Xia Yangzhou so much when she was young.
Likewise, anything you can buy in Dayan can be bought here.
Song You found an inn near the river and booked it for half a month. This was the shortest period of time that the store could offer a discount, and Song You wanted to take this opportunity to get away from the barbaric atmosphere of Yaozhou and Langzhou.
However, in addition to going out for shopping in the past two days, I exchanged the excess honey collected by Sanhua Empress on the road for money, and also replenished the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and spices I had consumed along the way. Song You also made a new pair for himself.
Apart from shoes, I rarely go out for shopping.
Most of the time on weekdays, he leaned against the window, leaning out half of his body, silently looking at the green river below and the ships that kept coming and going. He didn't know what he was thinking.
When he got tired of reading, he would write a travel diary.
In the first few days, I felt that every day was very long. If I stayed here for half a month without moving, it must be a long time. I felt that I would be able to get enough rest. But when I turned around, ten days had passed.
During these ten days, the novelty brought by the small town in the south of the Yangtze River and the long-lost feeling of prosperity and convenience gradually faded away. Instead, I felt like living in an inn every day, whether it was asking the innkeeper to bring food to me, or going out to find a restaurant in the nearby streets.
, or ordering food from a restaurant and having it delivered to your door. The food you eat is extremely light. Especially in this era, it is so light that you can taste the smell of meat and fish. Empress Sanhua has begun to secretly braise mice in the middle of the night again, Song
You Ze still doesn’t know where to go.
So there was only this river left to see.
The water of the river is almost always the same except when it is sunny or rainy, but the guests in the painted boats and tents traveling on the river are never the same.
There are both poor people who are busy making a living, and there are also handsome young ladies. Some nobles also invite a few musicians and singers to play and sing songs while boating. At this time, Song You will have fun with people on both sides of the river.
Pedestrians and merchants come together to enjoy some of their glory and enjoy some elegance.
Even at night, there is a light boat night tour.
Looking at the various aspects of people's livelihood is also part of spiritual practice.
"well……"
Song You withdrew his gaze from the river outside the window and turned to look at Tong'er in the room.
The little girl, dressed in three-color clothes, was lying on a square table. A square piece of paper was spread out on the table, held in place by a gem given by Yaksha. She was carefully holding a brush and writing small characters under the paper.
As I write, I have to pause for a moment, showing a thoughtful look.
"Sanhua Empress."
"Well?"
The little girl immediately raised her head and stared at him warily.
Song You stood by the window, knowing that if he approached, she would immediately reach out and cover the paper. If he approached again, she would put the paper away, so he did not approach, but leaned against the window sill and asked: "
Is Sanhua Empress writing about her overseas experiences?"
"Travel Notes!"
"Why does Sanhua Empress have to sit across from me when I write a travel diary and read it, but Sanhua Empress doesn't allow me to sit across from me and read it when she writes a travel diary?"
"Well!"
"And I specifically chose to write it when I was looking at the scenery."
"no!"
"Um?"
"You wrote it in the middle of the night while you were sleeping!"
"So that's it." Song You looked at the little girl helplessly, "Miss Sanhua really has double standards."
"Double standards!"
"That's how Sanhua Empress is..."
"I don't understand~"
"well……"
Song You was still leaning against the window, with no intention of peeking at what she was writing. He just sighed and said helplessly: "Staying here every day is not an option, but there don't seem to be many interesting places in this county...
…”
"Sanhua Empress saw many people going to those beautiful wooden houses with many lanterns hung on them!" the little girl suggested to him, "It seems very fun! We can also go there to play!"
"It's not that fun there..."
"Those people seemed to be having a lot of fun!" the little girl said seriously, and this was not a lie.
"Those places of smoke, willows, and dust are not suitable for monks to go in and play. At most, you can go in to eat, drink, listen to music and dance."
"What about the cat?"
"Not even a monk cat."
"Why?"
"..."
Song You was silent for a moment: "It's very expensive there."
"!"
The little girl looked condensed.
"I heard that there is a Qingyun Palace in the city. It is very efficacious. It is also the largest palace in the entire Le County. We can go and have a look and burn some incense." While Song You was talking, he lowered his head to the side and gently touched it with his fingers.
Nodding at the top of Yanzi's forehead, he paused and said, "By the way, I'm going to ask the national master about the god he originally conferred."
"when to go?"
"Sanhua Empress will go as soon as she finishes writing."
"Empress Sanhua has finished writing!"
After finishing speaking, the little girl immediately put away her pen, took a deep breath, and blew slowly on the paper on the table in front of her, and the ink on the whole article dried instantly.
"By the way, Ningxiang ink seems to be produced in Yangzhou. Maybe it will be cheaper in Yangzhou. We can ask where it is produced and buy a few when passing by." Song You also saw her actions and saw the words on the paper.
The slightly bluish ink stains, I just remembered it.
The fragrance is so good, I have used one and will never forget it.
I even used it to write letters to the Taoist priest in Guanzhong.
Eight years have passed in a flash...
I felt like I was in a trance for a moment.
"Ningxiangmo!"
The little girl's repetition interrupted his thoughts.
Song You shook his head, dispelling the trance, and looked at her with a smile: "Sanhua Empress has made great progress in knowledge now, and has good attainments in calligraphy, and is still writing great works. In this case, she naturally wants to be the best in the world.
Only good ink can match Empress Sanhua's style of writing and the masterpiece she is creating."
"Ms. Sanhua's snot~"
"Miss Sanhua clearly knows what I'm talking about."
"Obviously know it!"
As the little girl spoke, she carefully put away the papers and stood straight on the spot, staring up at the Taoist, which meant that she was ready to go out.
"Let's go."
Song You walked towards the door.
"Let's go..."
The little girl also took steps at the same time.
"Puff puff..."
The swallow did not go through the door, but flew out of the window, circled a few times in the air outside, then circled around the roof, flew above the street, and followed them all the time.
…
Soon, three figures came outside Qingyun Palace.
A young Taoist wearing new shoes and old Taoist robes, holding a bamboo cane, a beautiful little girl wearing three-color clothes and braided braids, and a handsome, tall and thin boy wearing black and white clothes.
Song You looked up at the door couplet as usual.
What is written on the door of Qingyun Palace is:
Blessings come from charity;
Misfortunes come to those who cheat.
Very simple door couplet.
Song You withdrew his gaze and stepped into the mountain gate.
As expected, there is a lot of incense and pilgrims in the palace. Several temples are dedicated to many gods. The main gods of the Tiangong are rarely absent. This may be because Yangzhou has been peaceful and prosperous for a long time, or perhaps people's main pursuits are focused on wealth and fame.
Therefore, most of the worshipers are Tiangong civil servants. Apart from the Chijin Emperor, the most popular ones are the God of Wealth and Wenquxing, and then there are the local gods.
As for the military attachés, no matter Jin Lingguan or Zhou Lei Gong, there are no statues of them here.
There is a statue of Lao Yanxian——
Yangzhou has begun to plant the high-quality overseas seeds brought back by Anqing Yanzi. As the largest palace and temple in Le County, it is natural that there should be a statue of Lao Yanxian. This is a death order of the imperial court.
Lao Yanxian still has a lot of incense.
Then they saw the young man who was so handsome that he immediately bought three sticks of incense and came to the temple with the statue of Lao Yanxian. However, he waited at the door for a long time until there were fewer people inside offering incense.
Seizing the opportunity, he walked forward, knelt on the futon, and offered incense to his ancestors.
The movements are almost the same as those of ordinary pilgrims.
Those who didn't know it thought he really came to offer incense.
It's just that most of the people who came to offer incense to Old Yanxian came to pray for a good harvest. There were very few people as young as him, and none as beautiful as him.
And he didn't pray, but whispered his daily routine.
Lao Yanxian was quite harsh on him, but he naturally knew in his heart that it was out of respect for himself and an eagerness to hate iron that cannot be transformed into steel. In fact, his ancestor was very kind to him.
And he has no other relatives.
In this case, after following my husband for several years, I naturally took the time to tell my ancestors about my insights and progress in recent days, as well as interesting things that only related to me.
While murmuring in a low voice, a breeze blew up in the temple. It was soft and refreshing, and could not lift people's clothes. At most, it made the ends of the hair sway and become itchy. It also blew up the incense on the altar and made it rest on Xuan'er.
For a moment, the cold statue seemed to have a little more energy, and its eyebrows became much softer.
This is not something only swallows can see.
Even ordinary people can feel it.
The Taoist priest from Qingyun Palace was walking out of the inner courtyard. He seemed to have something in mind when he passed by this temple. He couldn't help but stop and look around in confusion. When he saw this scene, he couldn't help but be stunned.
The young man knelt down and whispered, smoke curled up, and gods appeared.
The Taoist priest was stunned for a moment.
When he came back to his senses, there was a young Taoist in front of him, wearing new shoes and old Taoist robes, and a jade-like bamboo staff. He smiled and saluted him: "My surname is Song Mingyou, and I come from Yizhou. Fellow Taoist, you are polite."