There is a pot of orchids blocking the railing of the corridor, but others can't see Jiang Chengzi at once. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And she can see the people who come and go. However, the old bustard's sharp eyes saw him sitting down, with the fiery eyes that he had cultivated in the Fengyue Field for many years, he felt that this little Langjun was very extraordinary, so after greeting a few guests at random, he twisted his waist and walked over, and asked with a smile on his face: "Xiao Langjun has a familiar fairy?"

"Yes. Jiang Chengziyun said lightly.

"Which one is that?, I'll arrange it for you?" the old bustard immediately became angry.

"It's been arranged, you go and greet the other guests. Jiang Chengzi said. What else did the bustard have to say, she stretched out her hand, and a small piece of gold fell into the bustard's hand.

The old bustard also understood that Xiao Langjun meant to shut her up, so he immediately said, "Okay, I won't disturb Xiao Langjun." If Xiao Langjun has any needs, just command. ”

Jiang Chengzi nodded slightly, counting it as a reply.

The old bustard walked away playfully and greeted the others. Jiang Chengzi continued to wait boredly. Suddenly, I heard a commotion at the door, and a group of girls leaning on Cuilou almost greeted them.

Someone else is saying: "I heard that the little son of the Fang family is here." ”

"More than that. There is also Xiao Langjun of the Chai family, the Dugu family. Someone else said.

Jiang Chengzi listened to it. The group of gentlemen in Chang'an City came, including his brother-in-law Chai Lingwu. Well, this Chai Lingwu is a good hand at this.

"So, what about the eldest grandson's family?" someone lowered his voice.

"I don't know if I'll come today. He came alone every time and never with these people. Another young girl looked like a maid doing rough work in the building.

Jiang Chengzi held his cheeks and thought that this eldest grandson's family should be the eldest grandson. The family of people and grandchildren are all dragons and phoenixes among people, and they have always done great things, only this eldest grandson is the most absurd, nostalgic for the place of Fengyue, leaning on the red and hugging the emerald.

However, this is the opinion of others. Jiang Chengzi has seen Changsun Jun, his words and deeds, as well as the look in his eyes, can be seen that this is definitely not what the outside world thinks.

The eldest grandson is likely to be a sharp sword built by the eldest grandson family, a sword sharper than any of the children of the eldest grandson family.

Jiang Chengziwu thought to himself, there was another commotion outside, and he couldn't hear what it was. I saw that not only those girls in this Yicui Building, but even the guests next to them poured out of the nest, as if there was a big commotion.

Jiang Chengzi came here to verify whether Dugu Sinan was really his father. In the past few days, he has been thinking about this, thinking about taking the time to wave Dugu Sinan. But I have been very busy with the Yang Mansion, and I want to wait for the limelight to pass for a while, and come back after I am familiar with this Chang'an City.

Today, the affairs in the house have been almost handled, and she has nothing else to do, so she feels that today is a good day, so she came to Yicui Building.

So, no matter how lively it was outside, she didn't go out, but hid behind the plant. Besides, there is Chai Lingwu outside, and it is not good for him to recognize him.

The two rough little maids next to them looked out with their feet, but because they had work in their hands, they didn't dare to put it down, so they could only gossip and look at it with a blank face. It happened that a red-clothed maid walked in quickly, and the two little maids pulled the red-clothed maid and asked, "Sister Yong, what are the sons outside doing here?"

The red-clothed maid said as she ran, "What else can you do? Light peony lanterns and fight in the ring." ”

"Ah, which two families are Lang Jun? I really want to see it. The two little maidens became excited.

"The eldest grandson, the third son, and the little boy Chai are going to fight in the ring. The red-clothed maid hurried upstairs and replied as she went.

"Tsk, I've seen two sons, both of them are suave. The two rough little maids became excited, wiping the table and talking about idols.

Jiang Chengzi Wu thought about this peony lantern and didn't know what it was, as for fighting in the ring or something, it wouldn't be martial arts in this kind of place, right?

She thought to herself, the girl who had gone to get the gold leaf came in a hurry, and gently blessed her body in front of her seat, and said: "Xiao Langjun, Sinan Qinist said that if you really want to listen to "The Wind Swings the Green Bamboo", please go to his attic, which is quiet and quiet, which is the best place to listen to the piano. ”

"There's a girl to lead the way, and I'm worried that it's too noisy. Jiang Chengzi Shi Ran got up.

The girl hid her face and smiled: "Xiao Langjun is afraid that he doesn't come to this Pingkangfang often, right? ”

Jiang Chengzi nodded lightly and said, "I am not from Chang'an, and this time I entered Chang'an to do business, and I visited the old man by the way." ”

When the girl led the way, she opened the conversation and said, "I see." No wonder you're not curious about lighting peony lamps outside the house. ”

"It's very famous to light peony lanterns?" Jiang Chengzi couldn't help but be curious.

The girl has already told the story, saying that the women in the Pingkangfang Pavilion and the Qin Mansion are all named after flowers. Every year, there are various competitions to run for the Oiran. All the famous girls in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion of Pingkangfang have to compete, and finally determine the seat, select a peony Oiran, and then there are twelve flower gods, twelve flower fairies, twelve flower girls, and twelve flower spirits. Forty-nine places. For the 49 women, there will be 49 lanterns hanging on the high platform in this Pingkang Fang.

"It's quite lively. Isn't it the day to choose an Oiran today?" Jiang Chengzi asked curiously, thinking that this ancient entertainment life was also very rich, and there was this kind of talent show.

The girl shook her head and said that the selection of the Oiran had started long before the Flower Dynasty Festival, and that it would be announced on the day of the Flower Dynasty Festival and that the lanterns would be hung. Every lamp is every flower, and the lantern has the pattern of the flower and the name of the owner of the lamp. In the future, if a dignitary needs to light someone, he will directly order someone to light a lamp that belongs to the fairy.

"Hehe, since it was selected, it must be expensive, right?" Jiang Chengzi finally understood this kind of play, so he asked this girl about his speculation.

The girl nodded again and again and said, "Exactly." These forty-nine women, regardless of which family they belonged to, each of them symbolically participated in some singing and dancing performances. As for inviting you to perform at the mansion, it depends on the identity of the other party and the appearance fee given. ”

"What about lighting the lamp?" Jiang Chengzi felt that this girl's expression was okay, but it was very verbose, so she asked directly.

The girl said that ordinary officials and nobles can't light the lamp when they come to invite. This lamp means that the owner of the lamp is chartered, and the price offered is the price that has been set. But if someone wants to light the lamp at the same time, it will come first and come first.

"It's just throwing money at it. Jiang Chengzi disdained it, followed the girl to the backyard of Yicui Building, and walked along the stone path all the way, gradually moving away from the noise.

"It's not about lighting a lamp today. I just heard that it was the third son of the eldest grandson family and the little Langjun of the Chai family who were fighting lanterns. I don't know who loses and who wins. The girl said excitedly.

Jiang Chengzi looked puzzled, and after listening to the girl for a while, he realized that the lantern was the ancient version of showing off his wealth, and he lit the big star to see who was richer.

Hehe!

Jiang Chengzi despised the two people fighting the lanterns outside in his heart. Then, following the girl calmly came to the small attic on the rockery. In the small attic is the faint sound of the guqin, playing the "Wind Swinging Green Bamboo" that Jiang Chengzi has been familiar with since childhood.

She stood in the doorway and didn't push the door. The girl who brought her here was already jumping out to see the lanterns. When the sound of the piano in the room stopped, she suppressed her excitement, knocked on the door very politely, and said, "The junior Jiang Azi came to meet Sinan's seniors." ”

She read the letter and knew that the person here was likely to be her deceased father's soul for thousands of years and became Dugu Sinan. And this time, listening to the familiar "Wind Swinging Green Bamboo" outside the door, she was even more sure that the person in the house was her father. Because only he would play the last short section of "The Wind Swings the Green Bamboo" by a single note. And instead of affecting the whole piece, the wrong note makes the whole piece more beautiful and beautiful.

This is peculiar to the father. The "Wind Swinging Green Bamboo" she learned was taught by her father, and it was also wrong.

Therefore, before she entered the house, she directly reported her name: "Jiang's Ah Zi." ”

If the people in the house were really their fathers, they would definitely know what Jiang's Ah Zi meant. As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the door in front of her be slammed open with a loud bang, and the whole small attic built on the rockery was crumbling.

In front of the door, there was a face that overwhelmed the country and the city, upside down all beings, covered with green silk, and a pair of eyes that were so blood-red that people felt a little terrifying.

"Ah Zi, Nan. His voice was hoarse, and he spoke in Wu Nong's soft language.

Jiang Chengzi couldn't hold back any longer, and tears rolled down. She wanted to plunge into his arms, but she was afraid that the wall would have ears, so she stubbornly checked that there were no idle people around, so she suddenly plunged into the arms of the person in front of her, stuffed in his arms, and shouted in dialect: "Dad." ”

"Hey, I'm here. Sinan also hugged the child in front of him tightly, tears streaming down his face.

"I thought I'd never see you again. Jiang Chengzi cried out all those grievances and sadness, as well as the regrets, self-blame, and loneliness that had always been suppressed in his heart.

Sinan held her tightly in her arms, and the years when she came to Datang were very lonely. While verifying history, he also recalled the people he met and the things he encountered. In the end, he felt indebted to his daughter. Because of his own selfishness, he abandoned his family and became obsessed with archaeology, so that his daughter grew up with her grandfather, and he actually took on the family honor and joined the special forces.

By the time he found out, his daughter was already in charge, with an indifferent expression, like a monk without seven emotions and six desires. He blamed himself for regret and then threw himself into more arduous archaeological work. And the particularity of her daughter's work, sometimes even for a year and a half, there is no news of her, as if there is no such person in this world.

When he came to Datang after a thousand years of soul and calmed down, he remembered how unqualified his father was and how much he owed Ah Zi. Of course, because of the female corpse in the ancient tomb that looks more and more similar to Ah Zi, and there are high-level objects in the ancient tomb, he always has a faint hope. I hope Ah Zhi is his Ah Zi.

Now, she is really Ah Zi.

That's great!

He wept, but his heart was very happy, and he let his daughter cry in his arms for a while, and when she heard her crying getting quieter, he proposed to go to the room and leave.