It's been almost a month, and on December 16, the weather is getting colder and colder. Donghua's unique festival - Qing Festival is coming. This festival is a time for people to give thanks to their ancestors and pray to heaven for a good harvest in the coming year.

Jiang Xuexing rushed to Yayuan and saw the breeze.

"Childe, today is the Qing Festival, let's go and see the folk customs of Donghua together!" Jiang Xue said happily.

"Miss Jiang, this is here to invite me? How embarrassing is that. ”

"Oh, then, my father asked me to take you to experience the customs of Donghua. By the way, look, how about it, I can't tell that I'm a woman in this dress," Jiang Xue proudly showed off her men's clothes.

"Let's go, then." The Wind Breeze just replied lightly. Jiang Xue didn't notice it, and was immersed in the joy of going out to play. Jiang Shoufu really dared, and it was good to take advantage of the early break in her thoughts.

The boy of the breeze followed him to the Qing Festival in Jiangzhou.

"Let's go upstairs first, upstairs upstairs today there are a lot of talented people to meet friends with literature, we Donghua you know, the most powerful is Confucianism, take you to see our famous building in Jiangzhou."

"Listen to Miss Jiang."

"Xiaomei, hurry up, slow down."

"Ouch, Miss, you're walking too fast for me to keep up."

"Hmph, I usually know that I go everywhere, but now I know the benefits, look at you, it's not good to walk so much, hey."

"Miss, I-"

"What's it called? Well? Jiang Xue pretended to glare at Xiaomei.

"Jiang Gongzi." Xiaomei immediately changed her words.

"Yes, good."

Watching the interaction between the master and servant, the Wind Breeze couldn't help but laugh, Jiang Xue saw the Wind Boy's real smile for the first time, it was so warm.

"Let's go." When the breeze boy found Jiang Xue staring at him, he immediately put away his smile and returned to his usual indifferent words.

"Oh." Jiang Xue also felt a little embarrassed, but Jiang Xue didn't understand why the Wind Boy's attitude towards him was always far and near, as if there was nothing.

The bead curtain of the Flying Snow Pavilion hangs down, indicating that there are distinguished guests in the Flying Snow Pavilion. The violinist glanced at the Flying Snow Pavilion and thought to himself, "Is that her?" ”。

"In fact, every year during the Qing Festival, the day is the day when the talents are fighting for their talents, and in the evening, a blessing meeting will be held, so come here to see it during the day and go to Fenghua Street to see it at night." The three of them sat down in the Flying Snow Pavilion, and Jiang Xue explained to the Wind Breeze.

During the Jiangzhou Qing Festival, the annual upstairs, the three-day cultural exchange conference - Hanlin Fengyun Hui, is held in full swing upstairs next to the Green Lake, and people can go to the Green Lake to enjoy the snow, or sit upstairs upstairs. Today has entered the last day, the upstairs and upstairs are crowded with people, the layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway.

"Here, no matter where you come from, as long as you are talented, you can compete with each other, and the outstanding may even be hired by Donghua in one step, upstairs and upstairs, that's how you came, and the son can also give it a try." Jiang Xue continued.

"I'm exempt, I'm not a shallow learner, and I don't dare to show off. It's really good here. ”

"Yes, I know you like it." Jiang Xue looked slightly surprised.

"Usually it is a place for literati to learn skills, and these days it is the Hanlin Wind and Cloud Gathering." Jiang Xue continued.

Upstairs upstairs and on the second floor of the elegant seat - Feixue Pavilion, a pot of Longjing tea, two teacups, half a wisp of green smoke from the incense burner, a pretty boy holding a fan in his hand, a white jade flute in his hand, standing a small servant, but looking at the thousands of flowers downstairs.

"It's open, it's open, this opening dance is very good." Jiang Xue explained excitedly.

Watching the beautiful concubine downstairs dancing softly, even Jiang Xue, who is a daughter, is amazed. As soon as the dance was finished, a pianist came up. Walking onto the stage, dressed in blue and white plain clothes, a humble son, gentle as jade, it is nothing more than that.

"Tsukio-piano?." Jiang Xue followed the eyes of Ya Gongzi, and it was really the end of the moon of the world's famous noble qin.

"Huh? It's really the end of the moon, and Childe is really erudite. Well, Brother Leng, can I call you that? ”

"Miss can't, Miss Jiang has a noble status, and she can't afford to be a mediocre person."

Jiang Xue was rejected, feeling sad, but still smiling: "Ouch, you see that you are so serious about making a joke, forget it, listen to the piano." "

"I heard that there is a moon-shaped mark at the end of the moon, which looks like the moon but not like the moon. I just don't know if this piano is real or fake. Jiang Xue first broke the awkward atmosphere.

"I'll be able to tell the difference between the fake and the fake after listening to it later."

The heavy and distant sound of the guqin flowed out from Qing's body, and the quiet upstairs and upstairs were subdued by this different sound of the qin, and the literati and artists were silent.

Jiang Xue knew this violinist, and she had seen him the last time she came. I didn't look carefully last time, but this time I looked carefully, it was quite aristocratic, and the piano was also very valuable, how could I be willing to be a luthier upstairs. Seeing that the breeze boy was attracted by the sound of the piano, the breeze boy, who had always been unfazed, was actually interested in the sound of the piano, and Jiang Xue wanted to show it. Take out the white jade flute you brought with you, and harmonize the flute again. If you listen carefully, it looks like an ensemble of piano and flute, but in fact, they are competing with each other.

A song is over, and the building is quiet. Suddenly, there was a burst of cheers. The violinist looked at the Flying Snow Pavilion and nodded in greeting. Then he stepped back. Started a small break, upstairs and downstairs people communicated with each other, and some even began to bet on who would be the top three this year.

The Wind Boy smiled slightly and looked in the direction of the luthier. said, "Not bad. ”

Jiang Xue said proudly: "Not bad." ”

"It's a tacit understanding." Ya Gongzi took a sip of tea.

"That is, not to mention my skills in Donghua, in Jiangzhou, it is one of the best." Jiang Xue reacted and whispered, "I mean, I can play any music." ”

"I mean the luthier downstairs." Ya Gongzi looked at Jiang Xue proudly and couldn't bear to say.

"What?" Although Jiang Xue didn't want to admit it, she was still a little timid in her heart, thinking in her heart, the boy who was so proficient in music and rhythm was embarrassed this time.

"Uh, haha, yes, Jiangzhou is full of talents." Said awkwardly. I thought to myself, next time I must meet this pianist.

Upstairs and downstairs suddenly talked about it, and it was passed into the Flying Snow Pavilion.

"There are such strange people in Jiangzhou, and the flute is so good? This Qiliang Gongzi's piano is already at its peak, and he can even keep up with Qiliang Gongzi's piano, tsk," said a rich man on the second floor.

"It sounds like the voice of a white jade flute." On the side, the son of the Wu family of Jiangzhou Silk said.

"Bai Yuxiao? What nonsense, isn't that just the second miss of the Jiang family, how could Miss Jiang come here, the Jiang family is very strict, and it is impossible to appear here. The rich boy said again.

"When I went to the royal city with my father to deliver silk to the people of the palace, I had the privilege of hearing it once, and this is the voice." Wu Gongzi continued to argue.

"Eh, I know that your Wu Gongzi's family has a big business, and we haven't heard it with our own ears anyway."

"Huh? I really didn't lie to you, no, did I really hear me wrong? Wu Gongzi began to doubt his ears.

The sound of discussion came, and Jiang Xue couldn't sit still.

"Childe, let's leave, there's nothing to see next, I'll take you to Fenghua Street to see the city that never sleeps in Jiangzhou." It's about to start praying, and we're going to rejoice. ”

"It's fine." After speaking, the three of them left Feixue Pavilion and went to Fenghua Street.

Upstairs upstairs in the backyard of a house.

"Childe, the piano is ready." A young scholar asked.

"Hmm." This son is the upstairs piano master who is excellent at the piano just now-Qiliang.

"Childe, that song just now is really good, but I don't know who the person who played the flute is?"

Qi Liang smiled, didn't speak, and remembered the first time they met, a woman dressed as a man, and almost bumped into Jiang Xue who was him. Shake your head.

"I'm thinking something, maybe she doesn't have an impression of you at all, and even if she does, so what, proton, heh." Qiliang laughed at himself.

"You go and change your clothes, let's go to Fenghua Street for a Donghua Qing Festival."

"Great, Childe is so good." The little scholar happily ran out to change clothes.

"Childe, will this be dangerous, after all, there are many complicated people, and they are in other countries, and their subordinates are afraid-" Qiliang's personal guard said.

"Yunfei, you still have to relax once in a while, don't be so nervous, although I am a proton, I am not an enemy yet, I have no power or power, and no one will harm me. Let's go and enjoy the prosperity of Jiangzhou together. ”

"Childe, this-"

"Alright, let's go."

Here, Qiliang and his entourage also began to go to Fenghua Street, the center of Jiangzhou's commercial capital.