"Today is the day to welcome the god of the stove back to the people, because the king of the stove wants to check the household registration, so every household must stay at home, prepare rich fruits, burn incense, light candles, and set off firecrackers to show welcome."

Liangjing combed Luo Rao's hair and changed her clothes, while talking about the custom of welcoming the god of the stove.

Luo Rao leaned back in the chair and let her toss, her eyes closed and opened, drowsy, "Can't you go out?" I'm going to sprout at home these days. ”

Liangjing plugged in the last golden step and bowed his head and said: "The princess must not go out today, otherwise the family will not be a family." ”

The sound in my ears is not loud, but it is awe-inspiring.

If you don't have a family, Luo Rao sighed, she was really afraid of something.

I couldn't see the appearance in the bronze mirror, and shook my head slightly, "Liangjing, it's just my own house, it's too exaggerated." ”

Reaching out and plucking a few golden forks and silver hairpins, "Let's go." ”

Liangjing couldn't refute it, so she had to pack up and follow behind, after the princess woke up, she didn't like these jewelry more and more, she was gentle and polite, magnanimous and tolerant, she often forgot the identity of the princess when she spoke, just like just now, the family is not a family, and if you are someone else, you have already slapped down.

The snow in the courtyard has been swept away, there are two vermilion tables of eight immortals, two one-foot-high candles are burned, in the middle is a small and delicate incense burner, four precious fruits, eight meat and vegetarian products, four pastries, a pot of rice wine, the brazier next to the table is piled with gold paper folded ingots, two strings of firecrackers are hung under the eaves, the servants come and go, and after seeing Luo Rao saluting, they are busy with the work at hand.

The crimson palace brocade blouse is worn with a crimson pleated skirt of the same color, the skirt is dragged behind her, covered with a layer of red palace veil, and the neckline and belt are embellished with pearls.

Comb the hair in a bun and wear tired silk beads, and hang tired silk lantern pendants in the ears.

Luo Rao stood quietly at the gate of the hospital, as if isolated from the hustle and bustle, and left the world independent.

"Princess."

Baili Mozen didn't know when he was standing behind her, or maybe he looked at her for a long time before he spoke out at this time.

Luo Rao seemed to wake up from a dream, turned around and smiled and took his arm, "Baili, why did you come?" ”

Baili Mocen glanced at the hand he was holding, and the woman who only reached his chest smiled, and her smile began to be enchanting, "I know you have to get up late." ”

The thin lips smiled unhurriedly, dissipating the coldness between the eyebrows.

Luo Rao sneered, "Baili is really like a god." ”

He frowned and muttered in a low voice, "I've been sleeping too late lately, and I wake up like I haven't slept all night." ”

Is it too cold, or is it the sequelae of Baili said?

Seeing that she was distressed, Baili Mozen was about to answer.

"Her Royal Highness the Princess, Master Guoshi, the time has come."

An old man in a blue robe, with white hair and white beard, walked over with a whisk, "Please raise the wine glass and sprinkle it on the table." ”

The little Taoist boy next to him handed over two porcelain cups filled with rice wine.

Luo Rao and Baili Mocen took the wine, and after saluting the sky, they sprinkled it, "Welcome to the god of the stove!" ”

The Taoist chief shouted, and suddenly the gongs and drums were noisy, and the firecrackers rang out, Luo Rao was startled, shrunk beside Baili and whispered, "It's so loud, the stove god is scared away." ”

Baili Mocen smiled lowly and reached out to cover her ears, "The family will be happy after receiving the gods." ”

In his ears was the man's warm palm, the sound of gongs and drums and firecrackers could not be heard, Luo Rao looked at him blankly, the man's thin lips were open and closed to say something, and there was a faint smile in his black pool-like eyes.

What did this man eat to grow up, and he hooked people so far.

The woodcut version of the Stove King is colored, and pasted on the "Stove King Shrine" with paste

, the key candles, three incense sticks, and burned the paper folded ingots, Luo Rao breathed a sigh of relief, the god of the stove was tired, covered his sleeves and yawned, "Baili, I'm sleepy, I don't need dinner." ”

The ink-colored eyes were half-drooping, "Meng Ke, call Liangjing over." ”