The waiter led Nian Xiaojiao back to the lobby: "The girl's name is Shang Zuo, this is Shang You, may I ask the girl's name?" ”

"Nian Xiaojiao is also."

"I see that the girl just took out a hairpin in the shape of a mandarin flower, how many do you have?"

"It depends on the selling price of your collection hall? If you sell well, you naturally have to have as much as you want. Nian Xiaojiao proudly took out another one and slowly played with it in her hand. It implies that doing a good job is a long-term business, not a one-shot deal.

"Hahaha, with the girl's words, I will be relieved. Our small shop is adjacent to the palace, and the nobles on it have vision, and they also have this ......" The waiter, who called himself Shang Zuo, stretched out his thumb and index finger and pinched each other, and glanced at the Qionglou palace in the distance.

"Wait for the good news." Nian Xiaojiao smiled tactfully, the people above, don't say too much, this capital, why is it that there are many ears and eyes when you first come here.

After everything had been discussed, Nian Xiaojiao said goodbye to Shang Zuo in Jijintang and returned to the inn where she was temporarily resting. When passing through the small courtyard next to the inn, the coachman and carriage that came out of the courtyard were very familiar, and they were the carriages borrowed by the infatuated man in the collection hall. Is this his courtyard? Nie Xiaojiang couldn't help but stop and check, only to see that a group of slaves had come out of the courtyard, and Bai Lingsu decorated it, which confirmed Nian Xiaojiao's guess.

"Sister, that person actually lives next door to us."

Nian Xiaojiao had mixed feelings: "Go back, everyone has their own life." “

After days of traveling, Nian Xiaojiao slept very sweetly on the first night of the inn. It's three poles in the sun, and I haven't gotten up yet. The shops on the street began to open, and the lively crowd did not wake up Nian Xiaojiao. After a while, the sound of suona sounded, the lively sound of suona and the crying sound of crying were in stark contrast, and the little lady in the small courtyard next door was ready to be buried.

Nian Xiaojiao opened her sleepy eyes, and at this time Qing Yu happened to come in: "What's going on outside?" “

"I'm crying and mourning, the son I saw yesterday is really a poor person. Holding the coffin, they were about to faint from crying, which caused the onlookers to cry frequently. Qing Yu sighed, and the boy next door was infatuated.

"Well, change my clothes, and I'll go down and have a look." Nian Xiaojiao rubbed her head that was already groggy from sleep, and some of them were about to wake up.

It was already winter, and the sunlight outside the window shone into the room and hit the quilt, half bright and half dark. The sun can't get rid of the cold chill.

Qing Yu carefully put on the clothes for Nian Xiaojiaozai, layer after layer, and finally added a big brocade robe on the outside. The neckline is adorned with delicate fox fur, an extremely rare purple fox fur, which is extremely warm and noble. The brocade robe is decorated with hand-embroidered robes, and the gold thread is used to walk the side, which is luxurious but not vulgar, cold and not bloated.

"Shang Gongzi is really attentive to his sister, and he can call his sister to use all good things. When we were separated at Sunset Rock, it was still late autumn, and I had already prepared a winter cloak for my sister. She still has an unspoken sentence, so delicate and gorgeous, at first glance it is worth a lot.

Looking at the color of this cloak, Nian Xiaojiao always felt familiar. Looking back at the futon that Qing Yu was arranging, yes! On that day, in the Nanfeng dormitory, the brocade quilt I saw was exactly this pattern. Clusters of large lilac flowers, embellished with gold threads, are very beautiful.

Nian Xiaojiao laughed unconsciously, this cloak is the same color as the brocade of the south wind, and it is full of commotion, and nine times out of ten it is also a thing of the south wind.

The elm pimple, the old tree stump, borrow flowers to offer Buddha.

The mourning music that was drifting away came one after another.

"Qing Yu, let's hurry up, otherwise we won't be able to catch up with the funeral procession." Nian Xiaojiao looked at Qing Yudao, who had already finished cleaning up.

The two hurriedly came downstairs, and the crowd outside the inn station was crowded, and the courtyard door was difficult to open, blocking the two in the courtyard.

At this time, Blade Shadow and Qingxin walked over: "Palace, Miss Enian, let's go out through the back door." The water ahead is already impassable, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to move an inch. ”

With that, Blade Shadow led Nian Xiaojiao and the others out the back door.

It's sparsely populated here, with occasional people passing by, in stark contrast to the bustle of the front yard.

"Blade Shadow, you lead the way, and we follow the funeral procession."

"Where is the girl going? It's a mixture, and there's no guarantee for the girl's safety. ”

"It's okay, I just want to check it out. And it's hard for ordinary people to hurt me. "Xiaojiao is still very confident in self-preservation. After all, there is no invincible opponent among her peers, and she also has a killer Ah Jin.

Nian Xiaojiao doesn't know what kind of snake this Ah Jin is, it's amazing. A mouthful of fangs can be a life-saving medicine or a harmful poison, which is really a treasure.

Blade Shadow couldn't bear Nian Xiaojiao's stubbornness, so he could only guard him all the way: "Everyone be careful on the road, this is not our territory, if there is really any accident, it will be too late to rescue, and the subordinates will die." ”

"Okay, don't be like an old man, how can I stand you in the future." Nian Xiaojiao quipped.

One sentence said Qingxin's face flushed.

"Master, what do you say? What does he have to do with me? A word from his heart made Blade Shadow fall into the abyss.

"It's okay, why are you blushing?" Qing Yu is not a big deal to see the excitement.

"How many times have I said it, don't call me the head outside, just call the girl." Nian Xiaojiao looked left and right, but fortunately, there was no one around.

"Yes, girl, I didn't think it through in a hurry." Qingxin is a shallow face, she turned her back, away from the shadow of the blade, shy and irritable. Strangely, she didn't know why she felt shy, could it be that she really liked him? Thinking of this, the pure heart's face turned even redder.

"Yo, our fresh girl Sichun?" Jin Zhi leaned over and looked at Qingxin's red apple-like face, it was originally just a joke, could it be a prophecy? What is really between Blade Shadow and Pure Heart?

Looking at Qin Yu's inquiring expression and Qingxin's shyness, Nian Xiaojiao saved Qingxin: "Let's go, you're poor." ”

If you don't leave, I'm afraid that I won't be able to keep up with the team that is far away, and Nian Xiaojiao doesn't know why she wants to follow. It's just that the young man who can't let go of yesterday's bitterness. There is a force in the darkness that guides her to follow. Maybe it's because he's his first customer. He admired the iris hairpin as much as he did, the exquisite mandarin hairpin made of luminous stone.

The group made a few detours and finally caught up with the funeral procession. The procession stretched for hundreds of meters, and there were three full carriages for the funeral objects alone.

What a big hand fun ÷ pavilion.

Nian Xiaojiao asked a passer-by beside her, it was an old man with gray hair: "Dare to ask what is the origin of such a mighty funeral procession as uncle?" ”

"You don't even know that? The eldest son of the Zhenyuan Hou family, Chun Changhe, his wife died. The pomp and circumstance is huge. , our ordinary people's rare treasures, people's whole vehicles are taken to accompany the funeral. Ouch, that's a waste. “

Nian Xiaojiao said secretly, no wonder for a mandarin tail hairpin, three gold ingots were spent without blinking. It turned out to be a little waiting master who was born with a golden soup spoon in his mouth. It's just that creation makes people, and destiny is difficult to do. With the death of his beloved wife, the little grandfather was depressed, drinking all day and crying all night. It was not until yesterday that his wife's body returned and he was able to take her home. Otherwise, he was probably drunk again, and he was found and carried back by the Hou Mansion at night.

The mourning music was one after another, and soon the procession came to the outskirts of the city. It was a desolate and desolate place, with countless graves, some of which were neatly kept, and new soil had been added to the graves; Some of them are no longer visible mounds, and only half a man's tall withered grass remains. When people go to tea to cool, they only hear the new people laughing, and they don't see the old people crying. If there really are eighteen layers of hell, there will probably be many abandoned and homeless lost people in the underworld.

Beyond the chaotic graves, at the foot of the mountain, there is a treasure of feng shui. Everywhere Zhong Min is beautiful. There is sunshine and rain in the day, and frogs crying at night, if you often sleep here, you will not be lonely.

The coffin was heavy.

The steps of the bearer of the coffin were deep in the mud that had not yet dried in the morning dew.

Hey, hey, hey.

They shouted neat commands and walked in unison, placing the jade coffin in the deep pit dug in advance.

Xiao Hou Ye took a pot of flower petals prepared in advance and sprinkled them on the jade coffin one by one.

"Lady"

When the word came out, he choked up.

"For the rest of my life, what should I do?"

The big man sat paralyzed beside the pit, sad.

A steward was persuading the little waiter, and another clever stepped forward to pile up a pinch of loess on top of the jade coffin. In a short time, the coffin had been mostly buried, and only a little bare was left in front of everyone.

Unexpectedly, the little marquis suddenly became difficult, he jumped into the deep pit and lay straight on the coffin.

"Bury me, I really don't want to live. There is no lady in this world, what is the meaning. Xiao Houye's face was full of tears and snot, mixed with the dirt on the ground, like a dirty little beast, fierce, but helpless.

The steward of the Hou Mansion was persuading: "Little Hou Ye, little ancestor, you come up first, and we will discuss other matters." ”

Xiao Hou Ye also sat up, and the steward on the side secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If this little marquis really has any accidents, how can he explain to the marquis of Zhenyuan when he goes back? That town has been fighting on the battlefield all year round, and his temper is very explosive, and he still doesn't scratch his skin.

Before the steward could be happy, he saw that Xiao Hou Ye had already piled two handfuls of loess on his lap. "If you don't do it, I'll come by myself, and I'll die with my mother."

For a while, the whole team was in a mess, and several old men of the Hou Mansion were desperately persuading the little Hou Ye. The little marquis, who was born with a golden key, never went wrong, was very stubborn, and couldn't persuade him to leave the burial place.

Nian Xiaojiao looked at it from the side, her eyebrows furrowed. "You kid, it's so authentic, the lady has just entered the ground, and she is so noisy that she can't live in peace."

She wanted to provoke the little marquis out of the deep burial pit.

The little marquis also recognized the visitor: "Girl, you are here too." ”

The little marquis took out the hairpin he bought yesterday from his arms: "I want to give the hairpin to the lady, because she died of the plague and can't open the coffin to prevent the infection from spreading." I had no choice but to take the hairpin with her, I don't know if it was a black light on the Huangquan Road, she was most afraid of the dark, and it would be good to have a companion on the road. ”