A few days later is the New Year of the Zhou calendar, the year is at the beginning of November, there is no severe cold in the south, the mountain breeze only brings some coolness, and wearing a jacket is enough to keep out the cold.

At this time, the customs of the New Year are not as many as the spring shrines in the agricultural and mulberry seasons, and in Hutai, in addition to the custom of hanging peach branches everywhere, there is also one more item - sacrificing to the fire god Zhurong.

Zhurong is the recognized ancestor of Chu, the main peak of Hengshan is named Zhurong Peak, and there is Zhurong Temple.

At the beginning of each month, the music and singing of the dance beside the mountain road are always endless, some of the people who participate in the sacrifice are the residents of the mountain, and some people come all the way from other places to participate in the Zhurong sacrifice, which is naturally indispensable to the envoys and sacrificial officials who come from Shouchun.

At the beginning of the worry, I thought that the dance and witch music were quite fresh, but after listening to it too much, I just got tired of it, and I only felt panicked.

So for the rest of the day, she went to the foot of the mountain early in the morning and stayed in Gongqiao's carpentry workshop all day.

Gong Qiao was doing carpentry wholeheartedly, as if the troubles of the world had never been relevant to him.

People who hide another world in their hearts may be like this.

After half a day, there are more than ten carved figures of peach wood on the stone table on the side, all of which are the length of the palms, carved into a narrow and long shape along the length of the peach branches, and there are hollow holes at the top, which are used to hang on the bamboo nails next to the door frame.

Those things are said to be portraits, but in fact they are not exact, although they can be seen to be similar to people's eyebrows, hands and feet, but they are distorted and changeable, and they are certainly not human-like.

This is the predecessor of the peach charm in later generations, and the "human statue" carved on it is the two gods of Shen Tu and Yu Lei, which is often said to be the door god, which can bless people to eliminate disasters and avoid disasters, and to avoid evil.

There is also a folk saying: "Insert peach branches in the household, and even ashes under it." The boy is not afraid, but the ghost is afraid. "Because peach wood is the wood of the sun, it can retreat from yin and eliminate evil.

"Worried." The tall figure of the drama company appeared outside the low door, and when he entered it with a short body, half of the light was obscured at once.

Xie Wei was facing the other half of the sun, squinting at the milky white frost in the black pottery bowl, and the sunlight condensed two dazzling bright spots on the edge of the black bowl and the edge of the white frost.

Her small hands also looked white and red in the sun, like a touch of rouge dyed on the warm mutton fat white jade.

Ju Lian never knew what Xie Wei was doing, but he heard the doctor Shen say that Xie Wei was just processing herbs and soaking medicinal creams in case the season was not in order, so he didn't ask too much.

Xie Wei knew that in this bowl was the aconitum cream she had spent more than ten days making, and it only took a few spoonfuls to mix it into water and swallow it, which could kill people.

She was very happy, and Yi Shen was willing to keep this secret for her, and even helped her make a cream.

Xie Wei wrapped the small pottery bowl tightly with a foot of plain cloth and hid it in his sleeve, then he turned around and smiled, "Brother, are you here for visiting Qin?" ”

Yesterday, the drama told her that this time he returned from Qindi in a hurry, and those ink people in Qin still did not listen to his persuasion, and there was no eyebrow at all about persuasion, so he decided to wait for the New Year to pass, so he set off again to leave the customs, and did not persuade those ink people to change their minds and never return to Hutai.

Xie Wei remembered that he still had to inquire about Guo Kai's current situation, so as to secretly recruit assassins to intercept and kill Guo Kai in the Qin Zhao Dao next year, so he lied that he wanted to return to Zhaoyu to sacrifice the clansmen, and asked to follow the drama to Qin Land together.

"Yes." The drama even thought about it for a day, and then asked for the opinion of Yi Shen, and decided to agree to go with Xie Xian, "My sister can go together." ”

Xie Wei smiled, and she knew that the drama company would agree.

For a chivalrous person, he values faith and righteousness the most, and he proposed to return to Zhaoyu to sweep the mausoleum for the clansmen, and the doctor persuaded him, although the drama company was not worried that she would go far away with a young girl, but she would still agree.

"Brother and Gong Qiao have a word, my sister can return to Tongjun Pavilion to govern the outfit."

Xie Wei obediently retreated, looked at the string of delicate wooden wind chimes under the eaves for a while, and then moved his steps.

Yi Shen stood under the paulownia tree in the distance and beckoned to her, "Ah Worry Hu is not returning?" ”

"Come on, come on!" Xie Wei made a grimace, and trotted to the side of the doctor with a wide coat in his little hand, "The sky is still bright, and you can worry about one person, why wait for Brother Lao?" ”

Yi Shen just looked at her naughty appearance and chuckled, reached out to brush back her messy forehead hair for her, and held her soft little hand, "What a mountain ghost." ”

Xie Wu smiled silently, and waited until he reached the empty mountain road before raising his eyes and asking: "Brother knows that he wants to return to Qindi, what is the matter?" ”

"Yes." Yi Shen nodded, naturally he could guess that she was not going back to pay tribute to the clansmen, most likely for what she had said at the beginning, to take revenge on Guo Kai - after all, more than half a year had passed, and it was not far from the time when Qin and Zhao had been annihilated by Qin as predicted at the beginning.

The correctness of her shocking prophecy is about to be revealed.

If she really guessed by luck, Yi Shen didn't know if he would look at her more and more differently, but as long as this girl didn't do anything excessive, it was always enough to shelter her.

Yi Shen lowered his head and looked at himself with big eyes and raised his head to look at himself, and smiled, "It's bitter cold outside the gate, don't freeze to death." ”

Xie couldn't help laughing, she didn't know why Yi Shen suddenly changed Wen Xuan's conversation, maybe it was because he didn't know how to say that in such a way as to joke?

But no matter what the reason is, this kind of joke makes Xie Wei feel very kind, and he pursed his lips and smiled, as if he had a piece of sweet caramel in his mouth, "I know." ”

Only at this time will she feel that she is still really alive, not a person who is so empty that she can't see any hope, and can only inspire herself to live seriously with one lofty goal after another, and not to get by.

Although such a pleasant love affair can only last for a while - it is precisely because of its shortness that it is more cherished.

As she said before, Yi Shen clearly has a blood feud like her, and he has been mourned, but he is still as clear as the moon in the sky, and he can also use his own prominence to make others unconsciously turn into Zhaozhao.

"Worry about the darkness, if you can have a good thought in this life, half a baht of light, it is my brother's work."

"Don't be self-conscious." The doctor stroked the top of her hair, his eyes locked on her clean white clothes.

Under such a white dress, perhaps no one would have imagined that there would be a dark and even stingy heart?

He was able to understand the feelings of relieving his worries, just because he had also gone through such a period of time, and knew that she did not want to do so.

But how can anyone who knows this fact be afraid and disgusted with this poor girl?

No, as long as he's there, it will never be like that.

To solve worries, it will always be the lively and lovely mountain ghost.