Feng Ling lived in Huaiyuanfang for more than two months, and in a blink of an eye, from the hot early summer, to the middle of August when the heat gradually faded, the cinnamon in the courtyard unconsciously floated a dark fragrance. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Her wounds had healed, and everything around her was fine, but only a few light-colored marks inevitably fell on her waist, which always made her regret. It takes time to nourish qi and blood, and there is still a loss, but it also teaches apricot leaves to raise their cheeks to be round.

Feng Ling mentioned to Han Shilang that the fragrance of cinnamon was rare, so he moved a low couch under the laurel tree, so that she could be soaked in the fragrance under the laurel tree from time to time. Later, she said that she had the feeling of watching Guizi fall to the ground, but there was no wine, so she couldn't help but lose most of her interest. Han Shilang didn't know what to mean or not, he just felt that she seemed to be reasonable, and when he saw the stunned look when she said this, he brought a few jars of turbid wine from the army.

This happened to happen to Fu Yanyan, who had returned from the Sect Scattered Dynasty, and he threw the jars of turbid wine out of the house with Han Shilang. passed Han Menglai again, and ordered him to throw Han Shilang to the newly expanded Xuanjia Camp to train for good life. Since then, the days of the wind spirit have become simpler and simpler, except for eating and sleeping, and picking up a few books to read, there is nothing to do.

It's easy to stay up until the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Chang'an City is known as a gathering for the Mid-Autumn Festival to play with the moon. On the night of August Wangri, it is called the little Shangyuan day, and the one hundred and eight squares of Chang'an City will not be dark all night, and each square does not have to be closed, singing, worshipping, and knotting the lantern...... Frolic in the streets until dawn.

Feng Ling came to Chang'an for a long time, but he had never seen such a grand scene, and Xingye had long forgotten the prosperity of the world since he was a child in the palace. The two of them discussed it for several days, but after all, they were afraid of causing trouble again, so they suppressed this thought in a huff, and only pretended not to know that there was such a grand festival.

In the second half of the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the twilight is about to rise, the wind spirit is under the cinnamon tree, sitting boredly with his knees crossed and counting the osmanthus flowers that fall on the low couch. Fu Yanyan came in from outside and threw a package over.

Feng Ling took the package and opened it to see that there were two men's robes, only a little smaller in size.

"On days like this, I don't teach you to go out, but I really wronged you." Fu Yanyan sat on the low couch: "Only now the saint lingers on the sick bed, it has not improved, and the festival must also be thrifty, not to celebrate in a big way, the grand occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival playing with the moon is half deserted compared with previous years." It's a pity, but it's the same later. ”

Where does the wind spirit care about things that are not lively enough, pick up the clothes, call the apricot leaves to change one after another, the wind under his feet, trotting to the main house, the skirt and silk bring up the cinnamon falling on the low couch, and the fragrance floats again. Fu Tanyan was still sitting on the low couch, squinting and smiling.

It didn't take much effort, but before the twilight could fall, the wind spirit and apricot leaf who had changed their beards came out of the inner room, and the two young Langjun who were in their prime were alive. Fu Yan looked at the wind and looked at the wind and could show a little rosy cheeks without rouge, and nodded with satisfaction.

The three of them turned out of Huaiyuanfang together, and the West Market was just in front of them, and before they arrived, the sound of instrumental singing and dancing came from everywhere. A little further on, the orchid dances in the streets; The ranger plays the sword, and dances with the sword weapon sonorously on the pipa; The young couple went to the tall laurel tree to tie red silk silk and worship the moon together; Poets and writers eat wine and fight poems in a street wine shop......

Feng Ling visited everywhere, full of novelty, while looking at the Mid-Autumn Festival in Shazhou and Yuhang.

The Mid-Autumn Festival in Chang'an is different from Shazhou and Yuhang, Shazhou merchants gather, will not let go of any opportunity to do business and pray for wealth, the Mid-Autumn Festival is a grand market, or the thousand Buddha caves outside the city are solemnly sprinkled with incense, everyone will forget the full moon in the sky, noisy and lacking in elegance. Yuhang River is strange, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is full of water lanterns and moon worship, but it is too elegant and splendid, and it can't be swayed.

Fu Yanyan followed closely behind her, blocking the crowds for her from time to time. It had been a few days since her wound had healed, but he always felt that the wound was still aching, and it was bound to hurt again when he pushed the crowd around.

Suzaku Street, like the Shangyuan Festival, hangs colorful lights on both sides, allowing people to come and go. After passing Suzaku Street, it becomes more and more prosperous, the small buildings on both sides are brightly lit, and there are many people on the road who have eaten too much wine and have vain feet, and the air is filled with the smell of wine and fat powder.

Feng Ling was alert, only to feel that the eyes around her were looking at her more. She just stopped at the bridge, and then a drunken gentleman stepped forward, salivating and said frivolously: "Xiao Langjun's posture is like a thin jade, his complexion is brighter than the moon, and he doesn't know the geometry of youth." ”

"There is no good thing about Longyang." The Wind Spirit raised her hand in disgust, trying to shake away the man's hand that was about to reach for her shoulder.

But someone preemptively blocked for him, and Fu Yanyan said with a cold face: "This is the general's nephew." ”

Another man in bright and luxurious robes stepped forward and grabbed Nadeng's disciple, clenched his fists and slashed his fists: "He has eaten too much wine, he is a bastard, and he has offended a lot, General Yan should not blame him." ”

Ignoring the delay, he dragged the man to the wind spirit again: "The son has offended, and when he wakes up another day, he will come to the door to apologize." ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." The wind spirit couldn't avoid it, and returned the salute sideways

"No need, just go." Fu Yanyan stretched his face, turned around and took away the wind spirit, and the wind spirit was at a loss with a look of unhappiness.

Feng Ling was afraid that he would not allow her to go out because of this, so he hurriedly smiled and said half-coaxingly: "Your current rank is very useful, they all recognize it?" ”

Fu Yanyan moved the corners of his mouth, recognizing that General Yunlu was second, but he was afraid that he knew the history of the blood and light of the Xuanjia Army, and he had to avoid the commander of the Xuanjia Army in such a beautiful scenery.

Seeing that he ignored him, the wind spirit walked around to him again and grabbed his arm, "I heard that the sage gave you the maid of the mansion, so take me to open my eyes, and I will show you that there is a beautiful appearance in it." When the house is repaired and you move in, I will have already returned to the Zhaoqing Palace. ”

The smile on her face was not serious, but in fact, the second half of the sentence made her own heart sour.

"I'm not going to move to that mansion, and I don't care how many servants there are. The saint gave me a mansion, but he did not say that he was not allowed to live in the old mansion. Most of the mansion is also a hot potato, so why should I bother to pick it up with my bare hands. Fu Tanyan said indifferently, glanced around, and changed the direction of his feet: "This place is close to Pingkangfang, there are too many wild bees and butterflies, let's change to a quiet place." ”

"The city is full of festivals, where is there a quiet place?" The Wind Spirit asked, following his pace.

"Go to Tonghuamen."

"What's so good about Tonghuamen?"

The two were answering questions and answers, and Xingye, who was following alongside, suddenly remembered and interjected: "Tonghuamen...... When the maid was a child and had not yet entered the palace, he also went to the Longshou Canal in Tonghuamen with his family to put a water lantern, as if it was also the Mid-Autumn Festival. ”

Feng Lingqi said: "Where can't I put the water lantern?" Why do you want to go to Longshou Canal? ”

Xingye replied casually: "That place has good feng shui, once upon a time there was an earthen temple, for which I don't know which immortal, I heard that he is in charge of the love between men and women in the world, and by the way, he will give the heirs well-being." In the past, the ladies who were going to be brides would definitely go there to put a krathong in the Mid-Autumn Festival, praying for a full moon and a long ...... of children and grandchildren."

Xingye laughed silently as she spoke, peeking at Feng Ling, but seeing her silhouette, she was shy and coquettish, and walked silently with her head down.