According to the customs of the Yunhuang people, this day is regarded as an evil month and an evil day, which is full of five poisons. If there are children born on that day, they will be regarded as a disaster star that kills their parents, and they will be quietly drowned or sent away.
The fifth day of May is the Dragon Boat Festival.
When Yin Shi arrived, dawn broke, and the Prince's Mansion in the East Palace was already completely new.
The maids stuffed various precious medicinal herbs into sachets, tied them with colorful silk threads, and hung them in various places on the pavilions and pavilions. Then they hung mugwort to ward off plague and disease on each door. They also put various kinds of fragrant candies,
Put the rice dumplings on a plate, mix the perilla, calamus, and papaya, cut them into fine pieces, mix them with fragrant herbs, and put them in a plum-red thunderwood box...
Yi Mo took a bath early and burned incense, and was properly dressed. Accompanied by Sun Xiu and other East Palace ministers, he was about to go to the Ancestral Temple to offer sacrifices. However, Luan An from the Yu tribe's envoy claimed that he was visiting on important matters. Yi Mo had to hold back his temper and set up shop in the main hall.
Interview.
"My tribe's Eight Wilderness Patrol Group has been staying in Dajin for many days. Now it is about to set off to patrol other territories. I came to inform you." Luan An sat on the dragon chair where Yi Mo usually sat.
Go up, casually and authentically.
Yi Mo couldn't help but feel secretly happy. The Yu Clan of the hunting group had been staying in Jiankang to show off their power, so he had to pretend to be a good boy and serve him well. Now that the God of Plague has been sent away, he was really relieved. "The envoy has to leave so early.
Go, are you dissatisfied with the poor reception of Jin? Since childhood, I have admired the glory of the Yu clan in the imperial court, and I hope to ask the superior envoy for more advice. Alas, it is such a pity. I don’t know when next time I will be lucky enough to meet the superior envoy again...
"Yimo had a look of reluctance. He twisted up his sleeves and wiped his dry eyes, and managed to get some water out of them.
"How can you live in such a vulgar place for a long time?" Luan An frowned and picked off a bunch of sachets hanging on the side, peeled them open, looked at them, and threw them on the ground, "No wonder the fragrance is so strong and thick, the flowers and plants used for festivals
The fragrant medicine is only a few hundred years old? It's too shabby. In the wilderness, the herbs my clan rewards servants are thousands of years old."
Yi Mo laughed along with him: "The world is full of treasures, people are outstanding, and the Yu Clan is even more respected as the Lord of the Eight Wildernesses. How can we, the little guys, compare to it?"
"By the way, I heard that Yuan An, the sword repairman who killed the Little Eagle King, got into big trouble?" After some pleasantries, Luan An asked bluntly.
A trace of gloating smile appeared on Yi Mo's face: "It's exactly what the envoy said. This can be regarded as evil retribution. It is said that this person took advantage of a rare object and offended many monks, becoming the target of public criticism in the entire Yunhuang. This
It's a good thing, the nobles can easily get rid of this thorn in their side without any bloodshed."
"It's ridiculous!" Luan An's face darkened, and he slapped the armrest of the dragon chair, "I, the majestic Yu clan, the noble son of the sky, still need to rely on you humble subordinates to act? Yuan An is the person we left behind.
Use it as a sharpening stone to sharpen the rising stars of our clan, and you are not allowed to do it casually!"
Yi Mo was dumbfounded after hearing this, and it took him a long time to come to his senses. While cursing the Birdman in his heart for being too cheap, he explained awkwardly: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, most of the monks who want to seize the treasure are from other countries, and cannot be restrained by the Jin Dynasty." "That's your prince's business and has nothing to do with me." Luan An was just the opposite of him, with a fierce face and extremely embarrassed heart. The previous words were actually what Feng Jun meant, and he was just obedient and did as he was told. Although he
He figured out an unusual meaning, but still didn't ask Feng Jun. It would be more beneficial to him to pretend to be confused.
"Remember, Yuan An can only die under the sword of our clan. If there is even the slightest mistake, I will come to you to ask questions!" Luan An finally said a word and walked away.
Yi Mo's face turned livid. He didn't kick the dragon chair over until the sound of Luan An's footsteps disappeared. He grabbed several pots of calamus wine and smashed them to the ground. He knocked over a bronze beast incense burner and cursed Yu.
The family never stops.
"Your Highness, it's getting late. It's time for you to go to the Ancestral Temple. The cattle and sheep for sacrifice have been delivered to the middle gate." Prince Xima persuaded.
"What are you urging me to do? Do you have any eyesight? Is it more important to offer sacrifices to the dead or to solve the troubles of the living?" Yi Mo pointed at the prince Xi Ma, and almost poked the tip of his nose with his finger.
"Your Highness, be careful." The expressions of the other ministers changed greatly, and they all warned that festival sacrifices are a top priority and there is no room for failure.
Sun Xiu took a few steps forward, approached Yi Mo, and whispered: "Your Highness, please calm down and don't get angry. The barbarians of the Yu tribe have always been arrogant and rude. Why should Your Highness bother with these furry and feathered beasts?"
It’s too unworthy. As for the matter of Yuan An, you might as well leave it to Tianluo Wei. Just say that Yuan An is a famous scholar in the Bamboo Forest of Jin Dynasty. He has also killed Yu Clan sword cultivators for the people and will not be bullied by outsiders."
His soft, boneless arms were pressed against Yi Mo, his skin was soft, and the sachet around his waist exuded a sweet fragrance. Yi Mo couldn't help but think about the beautiful scene a few days ago: when he woke up, the surroundings were quiet.
There was no one around, and the green bead was nowhere to be found. Only he and Sun Xiu's legs were intertwined, and a strong salty smell spread out...
"Go find Ning Xiaoxiang, let's go to the Ancestral Temple." Yi Mo's eyes couldn't help but slide down, sliding down to Sun Xiu's slender waist and the plump arc that suddenly expanded below. His throat went dry.
She flicked her long sleeves, and using the cover of the long sleeves of her broad robe, her fingertips touched Sun Xiu's round butt without any trace. In terms of elasticity alone, it was far better than those soft concubines.
A trace of taboo stimulation rushed into Yi Mo's heart, making his lower abdomen even hotter. This is what those erotic miscellaneous books describe as "hard or soft, sweet or salty, both soft and hard, the beauty of relaxation..."? "Sun Aiqing, after the sacrifice is completed later, I will accompany the orphan to the study to discuss carefully the matter of many Demon Sect disciples entering the capital." After coughing, Yi Mo said seriously.
"I obey the order." Sun Xiu's face heated up slightly, she lowered her head and glanced away with eyes that seemed to be filled with shame and resentment.
Outside Jiankang City, the rising sun was rising, and the rolling water of the Yangtze River was like boiling iron juice, glowing red. Fishing boats of all sizes docked one after another in the glow of the clouds, and began to unload their full loads of fish.
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Ning Xiaoxiang squatted by the pier, with a yellowed rug on his head, a greasy and dirty linen shirt on his upper body, and wrinkled trousers on his lower body. His dark palms were covered with wrinkles.
Dafa turned him back into the role of a fisherman.
Two strong fishermen stood behind him, each carrying several large fish baskets, looking around with alert eyes.
After a while, a small fishing boat with a black awning approached quickly, and a skinny old fisherman got out of the boat awning. His bamboo hat covered the scar on his forehead, and his narrow eyes swept around, as sharp as an osprey looking for food.
Ning Xiaoxiang made eye contact with the other party. He stood up, walked over slowly, and stepped onto the ship's deck. The cabin was filled with shiny fish and shrimps jumping around randomly.
"Old Ma, how is the situation in the city?" the old fisherman asked in a low voice.
Ning Xiaoxiang didn't look at him. He skillfully grabbed the fish and shrimp with one hand, weighed and inspected it, and said only one sentence in his mouth: "Eight lakes and nine seas gather together for justice."
"It's not that a fierce dragon can't cross the river." The old fisherman continued helplessly, "Old Ma, our brothers in the water village have been sworn brothers for more than six years. We recognize them even after being burned to ashes. What else do we need to say to distinguish between green forest cuts?"
"Brother Jin, please be careful and you won't make a big mistake." Ning Xiaoxiang's eyes flashed and fell on the tattoo on the opponent's forearm. It was a ferocious water ghost pattern, which is also the green forest giant of the Dajin Waterway - the Twelve Links of the Yangtze River
The logo of the dock.
"What's going on in the city?" Jin San asked anxiously, "That little Yuan An is still hiding in the bamboo forest valley? Is there still a chance to get the Jinque Picture Book?"
Ning Xiaoxiang picked up a raw shrimp, put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly. He looked at the old fisherman meaningfully: "Today at noon, the secret realm of the bamboo forest will be opened to the public. Monks under the Eight Wildernesses can go straight in and interact with the original fisherman."
An Illustrated Book of Fighting for the Golden Palace."