The twenty-third Lantern Festival Lantern Festival, the lion dance of the five directions.

A few months passed.

In the morning, Qin Ying wore an apricot-colored jacket and held a bamboo broom as tall as her to clear the snow outside Zhonglu Pavilion.

The north wind passed through, raising the light snow like dust and sand in front of the door. She was blown by the wind and sobbed, and she was incomparably wolf.

happened to be the little guy who was driving the car to pick up Zhaotan, and when he saw Qin Ying's pitiful appearance of curling his waist into a ball, his heart collapsed.

"I'll help you sweep for a while." He jumped out of the car and "snatched" the broom in Qin Ying's hand.

Qin Ying sniffed and smiled at him movingly: "Oh, thank you." Tucking her frozen hands into her cuffs, she asked, "Isn't it the fifteenth day of the first lunar month today?" Who are you going to take out? ”

The chauffeur replied while clearing the snow for her: "Zhao Tan lady." Seeing that Qin Ying didn't understand the reason, he said again, "You are new here, you don't know the customs of Chang'an."

"On the day of the Shangyuan Festival, the big shops in the East and West Markets have to hang lanterns on Suzaku Street. And on this lantern there are lantern riddles written again. Zhao Tan Niangzi is famous for her poetry, and when she goes out at this time, she is naturally invited to ask riddles to big merchants. ”

"I see." Qin Ying nodded and sighed.

She knew that during the Lantern Festival, people from all over the city went to Zhuque Street to watch the lanterns, but she didn't know that official prostitutes would come in handy at this moment.

"How many copper plates do you say a lantern riddle can be exchanged for?" She thought about it for a moment and then followed the topic.

"I don't know. However, when Zhaotan Lady comes back, she will always give each of us a reward of twenty or thirty dollars. ”

Qin Ying grinned at the corner of her mouth, and said in her heart: It seems that being an official prostitute is really making money. When did Mei Sanniang also become an official prostitute and earn more extra money to spend on herself.

Mei Sanniang, who was sitting in the backyard of Zhonglu Pavilion, suddenly sneezed several times.

In the wing room of the west courtyard, there are still six or seven beautiful girls dressed in red and green.

"Someone wants Mei Xuan." Abi, who was wrapped in a rat fur, was holding the stove in her arms, and when she heard Mei Sanniang's sneezing, she teased.

Mei Sanniang touched the end of her red nose and said sullenly: "-Someone is telling me that it's true."

Ah Bi threw the stove in her hand to Mei Sanniang, came to the charcoal stove that was burning the ground, and squeezed together with Mo Xiang.

Mo Xiang was very afraid of the cold, and her hands were already very low from the stove.

Seeing this, Abi hurriedly put her hand into her arms: "Is it warm?"

"Hmm." Mo Xiang responded lightly.

Iceberg Beauty: Abi covered her hands appointively, and couldn't help but say in her heart.

There was no word in the compartment for a while, and Sumire came in with flying snowflakes.

She took off her azure velvet hood, revealing her delicate features. She stomped her foot at the door of the chamber to clean the slush from the soles of her shoes, and Sumire closed the door and took off her snow-covered cloak.

Sitting around the red fire, she said happily: "Today, except for Zhaotan, let's all go to watch the lanterns together."

"She's not coming to the party? We finally took an annual leave, why can't we make up the number of people. Abi raised her hand and tugged at the overly tight collar around her neck.

"Zhao Tan is the busiest person today, she goes to write lantern riddles for merchants during the day, and solves lantern riddles for scribes at night." Mo Xiang explained for those who couldn't get together.

Counting it, Zhao Tan solved the lantern riddles he wrote by himself. Mei Sanniang thought of this, and then smiled regardless of the image.

"-I'm not idle, okay?" Su Qin, who was sitting in front of the window embroidering a handkerchief, snorted arrogantly.

Ah Bi turned her head to look at her, and pretended to be stern: "... She's busy making money, you're busy losing money. It's not the same. ”

Now Zhong Luge knows that Su Qin has fallen in love with a little white face who entered Beijing to take the exam.

They met in the temple where the little white face lived, and since then Su Qin has been lovesick.

The little white face has no money and no power, and can only write sour poems that Su Qin can't understand. Because she couldn't understand it, Su Qin was confused by this.

Today, Little White Face sent her a love poem with a lingering letter; Tomorrow, Su Qin will give him a thin silk and an embroidered handkerchief.

- It seems that there are contacts and contacts, but among the discerning people, Su Qin is not just losing money.

Therefore, when they heard Ah Bi's words, except for Mo Xiang, an iceberg beauty who has not changed for thousands of years, everyone clapped their hands and laughed violently.

During the unitary time, Qin Ying stayed in the hall of Zhonglu Pavilion to do things, waiting for the bustard's mother's orders at any time.

The bustard's mother passed by the hall and caught a glimpse of her conscientiously wiping the vase and putting things on the table, and said with a smile: "It's the first time you're spending the Yuan Festival in Chang'an, there are few people tonight, and there is no need to leave you to work, just go out with Mei Xuan."

Qin Ying bowed down and saluted, rushed out of the beaded curtain hanging on the door of the hall, and prepared to go to the backyard to find Mei Sanniang, and heard the bustard's mother's voice coming from behind:

"When you play during the holidays, you should also have the appearance of having a holiday play. Change your clothes and go to Suzaku Street. ”

She pursed the corners of her lips and waved at the bustard mother through the curtain: "Hey, I know."

The bustard's mother was very kind to the official prostitute, because the official prostitute could bring her more silver taels.

The bustard's mother was not harsh on the little ones, and on Chinese New Year's Eve, she wrapped the red envelopes for each little house. The money is small, but the heart is full.

Qin Ying's face plate is the youngest, so she received the most red packets on Chinese New Year's Eve.

Needless to say, Mei Sanniang and those few prostitutes and official prostitutes. Even Master Zhang, who was in charge of the back kitchen, stuffed a small red cloth bag for her in no one's place, which contained fifty wen heavily.

She couldn't push away Master Zhang's red envelope, so she could only put it away. Afterwards, Qin Ying was almost moved to tears.

Although these people in Zhong Lu Pavilion are not very noble, they all treat her sincerely.

I don't know how much stronger than those sanctimonious Taoists in Qingyangfang.

Master Ning Fengzi once said: Cultivation is for the cultivation of the mind. We correct our minds by modifying our behavior. If you act rightly, your mind will not be crooked.

- In this way, the people of Zhonglu Pavilion... It is more straightforward than most of the Taoists in Qingyang.

There were chaotic thoughts running in his heart, and one hand was pressed against Qin Ying's forehead.

"What are you thinking? Do you know you're about to hit the door frame? Mei Sanniang said to her with a smile.

Qin Ying raised her eyes and looked at Mei Sanniang, who was half a foot taller than herself, and her heart was even more depressed.

It's only been a few months, Mei Sanniang has already raised some weight, and Qin Ying hasn't moved at all on the five-foot number.

Demons who have cultivated into a human body will first become a child, and as the demon pill is formed and refined, the body will gradually grow up.

…… Pity her short head for two hundred years. The mind is 300 years old, but the body is still in immaturity. I have to say that this is the pain in Qin Ying's heart.

She brushed away Mei Sanniang's warm hand and asked, "When are you going to see the lanterns?" I'm going too. ”

Mei Sanniang didn't notice Qin Ying's depressed look, she smiled and said, "Just wait for everyone to clean up."

Among the ladies of Zhong Luge, the one who is most enthusiastic about dressing up is Sumire. She is a painter and has an extraordinary dedication to aesthetics.

Spread a layer of pearl powder evenly on the face, draw the curved and picked distant mountain eyebrows with snails, and then paste a flower on the center of the eyebrows.

Sumire looked at the image in the bronze mirror, still not satisfied.

Later, Abi, who was patient, became impatient and shook Sumire's shoulders so that she could put away the idea of touching up her makeup.

When everyone went out together, Qin Ying was lost on the crowded Suzaku Street.

Mo Xiang calmly spoke to comfort the anxious Mei Sanniang: "Qin Ying has stayed in Zhonglu Pavilion for a few months and knows the way back."

Abi, who likes to be worried, clutched his chest and said, "What if he is abducted?"

Just when a few people disagreed, they suddenly heard screams from the other side of the street.

(Author's words: Qin Ying was indeed "abducted" away.) But it's not a human, it's a ...... Well, an author who spoilers is not a good author. ）