Let's say that the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, although Linchuan is ravaged by the war, the decline of the former prosperity, but in the end it is only once a year that people gather in the full moon, the streets and alleys of Linchuan County, the lights are colorful, but there are many more people than usual.

Liu Shi and Mrs. Yan bought a few baskets of fine crab roe from a nearby Zhuangzi early in the morning, and specially bought more than a dozen jars of good wine from a nearby winery.

Xuanyuan Ping doesn't like to eat this taste very much, but on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he is not very happy to eat a few, and then drink a few cups of the famous local ice spring brew, everyone sits together, eats a few moon cakes, guesses a few lantern riddles, and it is not a good situation after all.

But when I think about it, even if it's not August 15, Xuanyuan Qi has already begun to feel bored.

In previous years, the people who accompanied her to watch the lanterns and guess the riddles were gone......

"Why...... Why did you kill your uncle......

Autumn is rainy and cold. Today, it is precisely because of the rain that Xuanyuan Qi is in the study, reading books for a day and writing words for a day.

But her heart is completely lost in books, pens, and words all this day.

Yu Qing left her homework before leaving, she procrastinated, and so far she has only written half of it, and in this half, there are things she wrote badly, and she pressed Wang Xiaoliang's head and asked him to help write it.

"Why...... Why ......"

The same three words, even when she sat in the carriage leaving Yecheng that day, she had asked herself countless times, but until now, there is still no answer in her heart.

I'm afraid, there will be no answer either.

At this moment, with the inexplicable tremor of Xuanyuan Qi's right hand, a drop of ink immediately fell from the tip of the pen, and it didn't stop for a moment, just in the middle of a piece of schoolwork that was being written.

"I'm sick of it! Sick of it! Suddenly frenzied, Xuanyuan Qi threw aside the brush in his hand, and vigorously crumpled the ink-stained schoolwork into a paper ball and threw it on the ground, even the few pieces of paper that were implicated by the penetrated ink were also not immune to such an end.

"Dead taro! What kind of messy ghost homework is left, what can you do with this king if you don't write it?! Hum! ”

Xuanyuan muttered, but it happened that the rain outside had stopped, so she simply completely left the muddy water and fished to complete less than half of her schoolwork, and swaggered out of King Kang's mansion alone.

She is not "skipping class", "skipping school", in addition to the schoolwork on both the civil and military sides, Yu Qinglin also explained to her, so that she could learn how to restrain her irritable nature.

Yu Qinglin said that whether she is King Kang or not, she is a person, and since she is a human being, she should not let herself be indulged into a beast that hurts people.

And Wang Xiaoliang said that instead of venting his anger with the wooden stakes in the yard and hurting himself, it is better to go out for a walk and distract himself.

This is also the reason why Liu Shi and Mrs. Yan are actually relieved that she ran out of the palace with a swagger alone.

She has martial arts, and she is not a child who is confused and unable to identify the direction, so she sends a few nurses to follow her from afar, let her go out to play, and stabilize her mind, why not?

But what Liu Shi and Mrs. Yan didn't know was that Xuanyuan Qi found a set of women's clothes that fit well from nowhere, changed them on his body, and slipped out of the back door like this, and sent out four or five nursing homes, one of them was wrong, and he was still the daughter of several families in the courtyard next door, and some thought about it more, and thought that his prince liked the daughter's family, and they all found excuses not to follow anymore, but no one recognized that the back was Xuanyuan Qi who had changed women's clothes.

Today is August 14, even if the recent rain is frequent, it can not hinder the construction of the lantern corridor at the entrance of the street, Linchuan County Shou has previously inquired Yu Qinglin, knowing that the Mid-Autumn Festival is an eye-opening sunny day, so he is relieved to set up a lantern gallery on the main street.

It is also because of this that Xuanyuan Qi also specially approved the opening of the night market.

Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and all kinds of lanterns that have been hung in the lantern gallery from the street to the end of the street have been hung first, although they are far less small and exquisite, delicate and gorgeous than the palace lanterns in Yecheng. The left and right are just thick lines of lotus lanterns, rabbit lanterns, red fruit lanterns, the most exquisite, but also a boy with a face that can only vaguely distinguish the facial features riding a carp-shaped lantern.

But these are almost never seen by Xuanyuan Qi in Yecheng, the annual lantern festival, always because he wants to go to the palace to worship and thank the holy grace and can't see it, and occasionally look at it from a distance, which is also the style that the palace is used to.

The last time she had seen the lanterns in a good way, it was the year she first saw Gongyifei.

Due to the abundant rain recently, repairs have been stopped, and the lantern gallery has been covered with a long impermeable tarpaulin from beginning to end, and it will only be tomorrow on the fifteenth day when the main street will be born that dazzling bright color.

But the smoke and fireworks on August 15 were no thicker than the lantern galleries that needed to be covered, and on both sides of the main street, all kinds of stalls had been set up for three or four days earlier. The sky is getting dark, and the hour is coming. The main streets and alleys that extend in all directions are set up one after another.

People are far more than usual to go, I don't know, I think I came to the wrong place, this is very lively, it is clear that it will not be a deserted Linchuan during the day.

And here, Xuanyuan Qi went straight along the main street, looking left and right along the way, far away in a foreign land, this liveliness, in her eyes, is also very interesting. After shopping for about a cup of tea, Xuanyuan Qi also forgot which stall she bought a general-like half-mask from and put it on immediately, which was not inconvenient.

But after only seeing this once, she began to lose interest, holding a piece of sesame glutinous rice cake she had just bought, eating more than half of it, and she didn't want to eat it again.

She felt that this cake was really bitter, and if the uncle was still there, she didn't need to ask, and she would definitely know which cake was the most suitable for her by taking a look.

"Let's talk about ...... last time, "In the crowd of people coming and going, suddenly out of nowhere came a burst of gongs and drums, and the crowd that was attracted to the past fluctuated, and Xuanyuan Qi simply followed. When I got closer, I squeezed in front of the people, only to find that it was originally a puppet show.

Xuanyuan Qi came neither early nor late, and when she sat down, the show had just begun.

"Last time, the wolf soldiers in the northern Xinjiang came to attack, and they were born with fierce gods and evil spirits, tiger waist and bear back, and they were born with a pair of green and faint eyes just like the jackal, or why would they all be called wolf soldiers?!"

At this point, a piece of half-worn red silk that served as a curtain on the small puppet stage was suddenly lifted by a short cane made of several thin bamboo strips.

On one side, a soldier wrapped in a black cloth and holding a "big knife" made of paper paste bamboo strips, and on the other hand, a so-called "wolf soldier" wrapped in a few pieces of wool and made of mung beans and riding a "wolf" cut out of inked paper.

Xuanyuan Qi smiled, yes, this puppet drama is probably about the war between Northern Xinjiang and Xuanguo back then. Although she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she had more or less heard it from Taifu and Xie Jin.

The battle is fierce, the wolf soldiers in Northern Xinjiang, both men and women, are brave and good at fighting, with one enemy and ten warriors, their leader is even more powerful and brave, but they have a generation of war gods - white-robed general Xu Jiao.

Listening to this, Xuanyuan Qi on the table stood up one leg, put one hand on the supported leg, and took a pot of tea soup called by the tea stall next to the stage with the other, drank one, and grabbed a handful of broad beans from time to time, and sent them to his mouth one by one.

"Good !!"

This puppet show was performed lively, and everyone in the audience applauded, and the loudest one was none other than Xuanyuan Qi. The people next to her also looked at her from time to time.

Xuanyuan Qi's posture was no different from usual, but she completely forgot that she came out in women's clothes today, and the people next to her, there were two or three old stubborn people, who saw Xuanyuan Qi like this, they all shook their heads, muttering something. But Xuanyuan Qi, the whole person was focused on the puppet show, don't say that he doesn't care, he just doesn't hear it.

"The leader of the wolf soldier is called 'Shehu'. The two armies faced each other, just seeing him holding a bloody scimitar, slashing left and right, as if he was chopping melons and vegetables, and this was killed!

At this moment, I saw a white light flash in the sky, and with a dragon roar, a silver and shiny spear head stabbed straight into the throat of the tiger.

The Shehu retreated again and again, and General Xu Jiaoxu descended from the sky, holding his 'silver sword' in his hand, taking advantage of the victory to pursue, picking, stabbing, piercing, dialing, one move after another, one after another, leaving no room for the Shehu!! ”

With the storyteller's passionate narration, on the puppet stage, there was an extremely exquisite puppet dressed in white silk and decorated with shellfish pieces for armor descended, and in the gongs and drums of the dense rain cloth, the palm length of the palm wrapped in a layer of tin foil and decorated with a small bell on the top of the "silver coffin", it was really one after another mercilessly stabbed straight at the puppet wrapped in wool opposite him.

"Good !!"

This puppet show, to the most exciting part, not only the people sitting in the audience, but also the children with stalls on both sides or sitting or standing, or riding on the shoulders of adults, there is no one who does not applaud.

Xuanyuan Qi couldn't help but applaud vigorously as he stood up. The voice was loud, and the voices of the men behind her were not necessarily louder than hers.

However, it was at this moment that a wine cup fell from the sky without warning, and smashed it on the puppet stage impartially.

Before the crowd began to curse, they heard a slow, uncaring voice from the second floor of the opposite tavern from which the wine cup had fallen.

"Haha, what if it's the God of War of the Xuan Kingdom? It's not the end of the day, there is not a single dead man's bone left! ”