The cigarette on the desk was still clinging, rising from the blue glazed incense burner, and looking up with the mist of the cigarette, a face that couldn't help but smile appeared in front of him, a pair of eyes like flowing water, and looked affectionately at the small block font that was being written in his hand.

A woman walked in from outside the account and knelt down to study ink for her.

This is Nangong who was born in August in the Baishui Jurchen clan, because she was born on the day of the autumn equinox of the twelfth mid-qi clan, she has more respect than other women, and has become the eighth of the twelve holy daughters of the Jurchen clan.

Nangong looked indifferent, but she was also accommodating to the only maid beside her, and she asked as she spoke, "I was bullied again today?"

The ink maid shook her head.

"Don't do what I don't ask you to do in the future, and have time to stay in the house and read books, so as to provoke less irrelevant people outside, especially the sixth sister. ”

The maid nodded.

Nangong continued to practice calligraphy, but he didn't forget to talk to the maid beside him: "Go, help me bring the incense ball that the second sister brought from the South China Sea the day before yesterday, this material from the southwest is too choking." ”

Although Bai Shui has lived in the southwest for a long time, few people in the clan go out, but there are always one or two rabbits who want to jump on the high wall among the sheep in Anfen, and the second of the twelve sisters, Hongxiang, is a person who can't stay, she has the same character as a boy, and often disguises herself as a man to escape from the village, so she has made friends with a lot of various Xianxia monks from all over Kyushu.

The maid got up, and then she saw that she was about one meter eight tall, and a locked iron-headed mask on her face was holding her entire face, and even her eyes were almost invisible.

The Iron-Masked Maid took a few steps back and walked out of the tent door with broken steps. After a while, she hurriedly walked in from outside the door, and handed a bamboo slip in her hand to Nangong, who glanced at the words on the bamboo slip: "Mianmian, change into the new clothes I sewed for you yesterday, and follow me to sacrifice Huotan and participate in the Double Ninth Festival sacrifice ceremony." ”

The maid beside him pointed to a light blue color dress on the guide palace.

"Go quickly, I don't have to change it, lest the other sisters think I've stolen their limelight." ”

Mianmian bowed his head and walked into the tent.

The Double Ninth Festival is a very important and grand festival of the Jurchen people. On this day, the Baishui women will wear their own sewn veils and receive their coming-of-age ceremony under the gifts of the patriarchs, that is, from this moment on, the adult Baishui women can remove the veil on their faces, and have fun with the foreign races and even the Heavenly Court Divine Race. Until the age of one hundred and thirty, the women of Whitewater wore a veil every day, during which they were not allowed to have intimate acts with any men in the outside world, and if they touched the red line of the clan rules, they were burned at the stake and burned alive on the sacrificial fire.

From the beginning of the ancestors of Baishui, they set "six" as the yin number, and "nine" as the yang number, on the ninth day of September, the sun and the moon are yang, and the two nines are heavy, so it is called Chongyang, and the Baishui Jurchen people believe that Haotian gave them the gift of life. On September 9, they celebrated and paid tribute to Haotian. Of course, the most important thing is that the most outstanding of the twelve holy daughters who have become adults is the imperial concubine of a certain emperor in the heavenly court.

The memorial activities were carried out from the afternoon to the evening, and Qingbai and his party arrived. Because of the large number of people in the Baishui Festival on the Chongyang Day, the girls of all sizes, old and young, will gather here, and when Qingbai, Biqiu and Lu Kun, who are veiled and dressed in Baishui tribal clothes, mix into the crowd, they do not find that there are a few foreigners in the pile of people under the fire.

The Qi Refiner dipped green leaf rattan from his bowl in water and sprinkled it on the heads of a group of women kneeling at the feet of the patriarchs. Just by looking at their backs, you can feel that these women are extraordinary. The woman who gave the gift of Linhuan kowtowed and got up, lifted her veil and faced the crowd, there was a long-lasting roar, and even the always lonely Qingbai in the audience applauded with everyone. Lu Kun was stunned, and estimated that there was a lot of saliva under the veil, and Biqiu saw that he was staring directly at the white water woman who had taken off the veil on the sacrificial fire, so he stepped on the soles of his feet.

The torches had been lit, and the twilight had darkened.

The Qi Refiner said: "After the spring ceremony of the ten women, knock and unveil the veil." ”

"After the eleventh woman's moon ceremony, she bowed and unveiled. ”

"After the twelve women finished the ice moon ceremony, they bowed and unveiled. ”

"The thirteenth sister is finished. Prostrate. Unveiling ......"

The crowd suddenly stopped shouting and stopped clapping.

I have heard that there are only twelve women in the upper echelons of Baishui, and these twelve people must be born on the day of the twelve solar terms, but now there is one more youngest thirteen, and the people in the audience are naturally a little displeased.

There was a lot of talk from the crowd.

"Although it is a symbol of appearance, it can't be compared with my people after all. ”

"A foreign woman has actually entered the ranks of the twelve saints, and now the twelve saints have become the thirteen saints, isn't this against the ancestral tradition?"

"I really don't know what the clan mother thinks!"

"I heard that this woman is not small, she is the Northern Immortal, so she has such an honor and has become the saint of our clan. ”

Nangong ignored it, and walked down the sacrificial fire alone and went back to the house, while the iron-masked maid beside her, Mianmian, didn't know where to go.

Seeing that everyone was talking, the thirteenth sister was sad, and Ming Cicada walked over and covered her hand: "Thirteen, don't listen to their nonsense." ”

"Fifth sister, I ......"

"It's okay, listen to the fifth sister, when the Chongyang Festival is over today, you can move around everywhere, don't be confined to the house, and have time to go to the other sisters to walk more. ”

For the always masculine Cyanxiang, she must not be used to looking at the crow-beaked clan girls in the audience, she held a folding fan and scolded loudly: "I don't see you on weekdays and say that she is good, but today everyone shouts and shouts to kill, but it is a righteous faction, if you talk more, you will take off the veil on your face, which is spun by Xiao Thirteen himself." ”

Seeing that the second sister was talking directly at their point, the people in the audience closed their mouths and stopped talking.

But at this time, the seventh sister Lan Qiu and the ninth sister Ju Yue jumped out to find the second sister's stubble, Ju Yue said: "Second sister, what you say is impersonal, no matter how you say it, these unsightly maids in the audience are also our clansmen, and this one in front of her, although she has helped us a lot, but she is a foreign woman after all, if you want to say that it is such a big thing as running for the concubine of the Heavenly Clan, it is not her turn to come here to be a flea." ”

Huai Xu said: "Ninth sister, what you said is too much, even if you can be selected by the clan as the concubine of the Nine Heavens, it depends on whether the emperor of the Nine Heavenly Clans is willing to accept you." ”

Lan Qiu said again: "Hey, Fourth Sister, I am used to seeing you talk little on weekdays, but when I hear this today, I think that you are the most likely to be favored by the prince of the Heavenly Clan among our sisters, so do you want to be the concubine of the water god Kanxiu, or do you want to be the concubine of the beast god Duze?

The third sister Ying Shi Lalanqiu said: "Seventh sister, let's say a few words." ”

Lan Qiu shook off Yingshi's hand: "Don't pretend to be a good person here!"

Ju Yue glanced at the sisters and took Lan Qiu's hand: "Seventh sister, let's go, don't talk nonsense with them." ”

The old clan mother sitting in the center of the sacrificial fire touched the ground with her crutches, trembled with anger, and scolded: "Shut up for me! Tomorrow the Heavenly Clan will come to Baishui to pick up people, if you don't restrain your perverse temperament, then no one will think about going to the Nine Heavens to become a concubine!

The sisters said, "Yes, Mother of the Clan." ”

And they bowed and went back to their houses.

"Thirteen, you stay. ”

The thirteenth sister stopped, but inadvertently saw Lu Kun in the crowd, her eyes were fixed on the veiled woman, but his eyes made the thirteenth sister feel extremely familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

Qingbai pulled Lu Kun's arm: "Hurry up and ...... away"

The old patriarch stepped down from his high position: "Thirteen, follow me." ”

"Oh......"