After Cheng Yu pinched out the civil servant's facial features, he thought carefully about Qingchuan Wenjun's dress, then pinched out a black gauze cap and fastened it on the clay doll's head.
At this point, Jia Fei finally recognized it and exclaimed:
"Little Wen Bing!"
Cheng Yu smiled knowingly, she recognized him, which showed that his clay figurine making skills had indeed improved rapidly.
In fact, he has never made a clay figurine in his two lives, but at this time, perhaps because of his spiritual practice, the coordination between his hands and brain is very skillful.
After only a few previous failures, I was able to master my brain and my hands almost very quickly, just like the thin gold script I used to write family letters to Mr. Zhang.
"After all, he is a civil servant of the county, how can you, a cat monster, call him by his first name?"
Cheng Yu smiled and scolded Jia Fei.
Jia Fei curled up his lips and said unconvinced:
"In terms of seniority, he is only my grandson, and when the Marquis of Jing'an was buried that day, this kid was still combing his horns looking for milk to eat. It's polite for me to call him "Little Boy".
Cheng Yu smiled and said nothing, but did not stop with his hands. He mixed the newly kneaded civil servant's head and neck with sugar juice and bamboo shavings, and then stuck it on the clay puppet's cavity.
Looking at the two repaired clay dolls, the arms and heads added later are still the original color of loess, which does not match the bright colors on their bodies.
But there is no dye nearby at this time.
Cheng Yu stood on the boulder and looked down the mountain at Qianjiang Fucheng, finally focusing on the southeast corner of the inner city.
If I remember correctly, there are several tie-cai shops near the Confucian Temple.
Seeing the Confucian Temple, Cheng Yu suddenly remembered: He had eaten what he had to eat and had fun, but there was still something serious to do.
He handed the two repaired clay dolls to Jia Fei:
"Put it in your bag, and you and I will go do something serious."
Jia Fei took the clay doll and was about to put it into the bag when he heard Cheng Yu's words about getting down to business, and it's you and me. His eyes lit up, he stared at the other person with curiosity and a little uneasiness and asked:
"What's the business?"
"Let's go to the Confucian Temple together to visit an old friend."
"Aunt Bai?"
Cheng Yu nodded, Jia Fei was a little confused:
"What's her business? Do you and I have to go find her?"
"This matter is also related to you. Do you still remember that day in the Qingluo Mountain Col, when she said goodbye, you and I cannot step within ten miles of the capital at the same time?"
Jia Fei suddenly understood after hearing this, yes! I must ask clearly why I am not allowed to enter the capital with him?
Jia Fei unhappily put all the clay dolls into the brocade bag, and at the same time noted the directions one by one, and then waved his little hand to go to the Confucian Temple.
Cheng Yu returned his soul to its true form as a sparrow, spread his wings and swept down the hill, flying towards the inner city of Qianjiang Prefecture.
Jia Fei follows closely behind, jumping around when no one is around, and ducking and sneaking when he encounters people.
Hu Can'er in her Demonic Pill had previously heard that the two of them were going to the Confucian Temple to find an old friend, and that old friend was also called Aunt Bai. She secretly guessed in her heart, but in the end she still suppressed her doubts and did not ask rashly.
There is really a demon under the roof, so I have to bow my head.
About the time I was holding a cup of tea, a little sparrow landed on the wall of the Confucian Temple, and a slim figure in a green shirt also flashed out of the secluded alley across the wall.
Counting on all counts, this is Cheng Yu's third time coming to the Confucian Temple to look for Aunt Bai, and he is already on a familiar road.
He arranged the true form of the sparrow and summoned the soul to walk to the side hall in the form of a spirit, with Jia Fei following closely behind him.
At this time, there were not many pilgrims in the Confucian Temple, and there was no one in the side hall. When there was no one around, Cheng Yu solidified his soul from the void, and raised his head slightly to look at the clay statue of Lady Bai sitting in the corner.
He and Jia Fei stayed in the side hall for a while. There was silence in the slightly dim hall. If it weren't for the occasional bird song outside the hall, Jia Fei would have mistakenly thought that he was deaf.
I still remember that after arriving at the Confucian Temple, Aunt Bai showed up in person to welcome me.
What happened today?
Seeing that there was still no reaction from the surroundings, Cheng Yu turned around and walked out of the palace. He turned to look at the main hall that was the first to enter the courtyard. The Wenjun Palace of this mansion was much taller than the Wenjun Palace of Qingchuan County, and its width was changed from three bays to one.
Five bays.
I have been to the Confucian Temple three times before, and each time I went directly to Aunt Bai in the side hall, but did not pay too much attention to the main hall.
At this time, I looked up and saw a four-gilt large plaque with the words "Painted Ogiwa Maru" hanging on the door of the palace.
Seeing the words "drawing Ogiwa Maru" on the plaque actually aroused Cheng Yu's curiosity.
Isn't this word... used to praise maternal love and good teaching of children?
What does it mean to appear in Wenjun’s main hall?
He had met Wenjun of Qianjiang Mansion once before. He was a capable man in his forties, but how did he get related to these four words?
At this time, Jia Fei relied on his pair of green light magic eyes and saw that there was no harm in the hall, so he ignored it and entered the main hall first with light steps. Cheng Yu followed closely, lifting his robe and stepping into the hall.
The main hall is quite tall and spacious, but it is darker than the two side halls. A few oil lamps flicker, and there are only a few pilgrims kneeling and praying in the hall.
"Huh? Has Jiangfu Wenjun turned into a woman?"
Jia Fei, who entered the hall first, called out softly, causing Cheng Yu to follow her gaze and look at the main statue of the main hall. As expected, the tall main statue standing in the middle was a woman in simple ordinary clothes, not the palace he had seen that day.
Wenjun looks like.
I think that when she visited Aunt Bai for the first time that day, Jia Fei was also there and saw Mr. Fu Wenjun with her own eyes, so she said that Wenjun changed into a woman.
With the tips of his ears, Cheng Yu could hear the two old women kneeling in front of the statue whispering softly:
"Bless me, I will have a fat grandson soon."
This...
There is no statue of Wenjun in the palace, but the pilgrims are asking for a son. Why?
Cheng Yu couldn't help but stare at the female statue a few more times, but the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.
Looking at the tablet in front of the main statue, I saw a row of gold characters written vertically on it: "Xianhe Qianjiang Qin Tao Ruby God Tablet".
Qin Hongyu...
He turned his head and glanced at Jia Fei. He did not ask directly, but connected with his Qi machine and communicated with his mind.
But Jia Fei has lived for more than three hundred years and has never heard of such a number one person.
Cheng Yu nodded silently, and slowly moved around the statue to observe carefully. Suddenly, he felt a cold and cold atmosphere in the hall, and at the same time there was a light smell of sandalwood.
"Mr. Cheng, you didn't keep your promise."
A somewhat familiar female voice sounded next to the statue. Cheng Yu turned around and saw a tall and tall warrior woman with a golden helmet looking at him with piercing eyes.
It turned out to be the female martial artist from Qianjiang Mansion.
Cheng Yu suddenly had a flash in his mind, and seemed to glance at the female statue in the middle of the hall again unintentionally.
No wonder it looks familiar, it’s her!
They just replaced their military uniforms and armor with simple everyday clothes.
But in the main hall of the Confucian Temple, why is there a statue of a military monarch, and also a heroine?
"Meet Mr. Process."
Another man's voice came, and another scribe appeared in the hall.
I saw him standing respectfully behind the female warrior monarch, with his hands in his sleeves, wearing a purple robe and a black gauze on his head. He was none other than Lord Fu Wen, whom he had met once before.
Cheng Yu was a little confused, thinking that Qingchuan County Wen, Wu Jun and their respective judges were almost in the same situation, so what about Fucheng Wen and Wu Jun?
Although Cheng Yu was confused, when he saw the other party saluting him, he smiled as usual and bowed his hands to the civil and military monarchs respectively:
"I'm so polite."
He didn't know what was going on with the two people opposite him at this time, so he had to simply ask and deal with it.
The female warrior named Qin Hongyu was not ambiguous at all, and she did not say ten thousand blessings like other women. Instead, she cupped her fists in return and asked straight to the point:
"A few days ago, my husband made an agreement with me to go to my palace for a while after the things on the mountain are over. Why do you come to this Confucian Temple first instead of my Wujun Palace?"
Jia Fei frowned slightly when he heard this, and suddenly felt a little unhappy.
I think that day, she had just been rescued from the brocade bag by Cheng Yu and fell into a coma. When she woke up, the heroine had already left, so they had never met before.
But when I saw that the woman in military uniform across from me was actually a local martial lord, she was filled with the mysterious power of merit and virtue, which was even stronger than that of Qingchuan Wujun Zhuang Dakuan.
But this is not the point. The point is that they had an agreement a few days ago?
Why don’t I know anything?
And Cheng Yu knew something about the temperament of this female warrior. Seeing that she was straight to the point, he also explained: He came here to find out the doubts of Aunt Bai, and then planned to visit the Palace of the Warrior. p>
Since the other party explains it directly, some face must be given. As for whether he really plans to visit, it is not that important.
Qin Hongyu nodded and frowned slightly:
"I want to find Mrs. Bai to solve my doubts... It just so happens that the hedgehog demon is in my Lord Wu's palace. Why don't I take you to meet her together?"
Aunt Bai is in Wujun Palace?
No wonder I haven't seen him show up for a long time. It turns out to be...
But that’s not right.
Cheng Yu thought about it carefully and became even more confused. Aunt Bai was originally a guest of the Wenjun Palace, and she was entitled to the incense of the Confucian Temple. Why did she go to the Wujun Palace now?
Moreover, this female warrior actually called her a hedgehog demon without any politeness, with a hint of disdain in her tone.
Seeing that Cheng Yu was still doubtful, Qin Hongyu reached out and grabbed Cheng Yu's wrist, and said cheerfully:
"Sir, don't worry too much. Don't worry and come with me. If you arrive late, the hedgehog demon may have vented himself to exhaustion. You will miss a good show for nothing, sir."
