Jiang Shuyun walked weakly, she didn't want to celebrate the Flower Dynasty Festival anymore, the lantern festival didn't catch up, and the temple fair didn't catch up, although it was the Flower Dynasty Festival now, it had already entered the later stage, except for the last day of the Flower Dynasty Festival, the streets were as calm and deserted as usual, what was there to visit?

What's more, my brother also said that he would worship both the male and female twelve flower gods, worship the female flower god, and go to the west of the city to worship the male twelve flower gods, and ask the flower god to interpret the dream.

Jiang Shuyun could only raise his head and ask the sky speechlessly.

Jiang Ruofu handed over the last few copper plates on his body to the proprietress who sold the lanterns, and showed a painful expression to Jiang Mo.

"I don't have it on me."

Jiang Moyin nodded, took the lantern from the proprietress in a good manner, and said with a smile,

"If you don't have it, you won't have it, can't you go shopping without money?"

"What's the point?"

The proprietress kept her head down and counted the money, and suddenly shouted,

"Eh, you don't have enough money, you only gave me seventeen copper plates for eighteen dollars."

Jiang Ruofu sighed, but he was still touching his sleeve, but he couldn't figure out why.

She's really gone.

Seeing that Jiang Ruofu couldn't come up with the money, the proprietress said,

"Girl, you're bullying our little business."

"This lantern should have been sold for twenty-five yuan each, but seeing that you are two little girls, I only charge eighteen yuan, which can't be cheaper."

Just as Jiang Ruofu and Jiang Mo sighed and wanted to give the lantern back, one hand stretched out in the air, and the fingertips were still holding a big silver ingot, which was particularly dazzling and exciting under the moonlight.

"I'll pay for them."

Jiang Ruofu and Jiang Mo looked at the person who came together.

Jiang Ruofu said unexpectedly,

"Sister Shuyun?"

Jiang Shuyun handed the silver ingot forward,

"Is that enough?"

The proprietress smiled,

"Enough is enough."

The proprietress took the big silver ingot, and cut it open with scissors, and weighed it with her own scale, except for the lantern money, and gave them the broken silver.

and joyfully sent away the three men,

"The guest officer walks slowly."

Jiang Moyin looked at the proprietress who had changed so much in front and back, and couldn't help but sigh,

"It's really rich to make a grinding ghost."

Jiang Shuyun put his hands behind his back, as serious as a gentleman, and corrected,

"It's a hell of a grind."

Jiang Mo took a bite of the bean cake and said leisurely,

"You've heard of ghosts pushing ghosts, but have you ever heard of grinding ghosts?"

"The more scarce it is, the more valuable it is, grinding ghosts, and being richer than ghosts."

Jiang Shuyun couldn't help but be amused by her crooked reasoning, and laughed out loud,

"Yes, yes, you have a point."

The three of them found a companion, and there were guards and entourage, and at this moment they were not in a hurry to walk around the street.

Jiang Shuyun passed by the mask stall and casually put a mask with a green face and fangs on Jiang Ruofu's face.

The light and shadow of the lanterns hanging between the high-rise buildings on the street were sparse, and Jiang Ruofu's face was half fire and half black, but he really looked a little worse than hell.

Jiang Ruofu stretched out his hand to pinch the mask, looked at Jiang Moyin, who was eating bean cakes, and teased in a low voice,

"Jiang Moyin, today I am on the order of Lord Yan to arrest you and go back to the Netherworld, come with me!"

After Jiang Ruofu finished speaking, he waited for Jiang Moyin's reaction, but he didn't expect Jiang Moyin to stuff the bean cake he had just picked up in his hand into Jiang Ruofu's mouth, seeing Jiang Ruofu's unprepared appearance, Jiang Moyin laughed loudly,

"That's what the ghosts of the Netherworld look like? Then I'm afraid that all of your netherworld will be empty, because how can you catch ghosts like this, hahahaha"

Jiang Moyin laughed and clapped her hands, but she didn't expect a gust of wind to blow, she took a sharp breath of cold air, and suddenly began to burp.

"Hiccup!"

"Hiccup!"

Jiang Shuyun laughed while holding the lantern he had just bought, Jiang Mo covered her mouth with her hand, but she couldn't help but burp,

"Hiccup!"

"Hiccup!"

It was as crisp and loud as a rooster crowing, and it was deafening, and no one would have thought that it would be such a soft and lovely girl with a hiccup.

But the more Jiang Moyin wanted to stop, the more he couldn't stop.

Jiang Shuyun and Jiang Ruofu gloated beside them.

And the little girl selling sugar water on the side seized the opportunity to take the sugar water and ran to Jiang Moyin's side.

Jiang Moyin subconsciously took a sip and drank half a cup in one go.

Finally the general stopped the hiccups.

The little girl who sold sugar water looked at her with a blank eye.

Jiang Moyin didn't understand what the little girl meant, and after returning the cup to the little girl and thanking the little girl, she saw that the little girl was not leaving, and was still staring at her intently, thinking that the little girl wanted to eat the bean cake in her hand, Jiang Moyin was very sincere and handed the oiled paper bag in her hand to the little girl.

"Do you want to eat?"

When the little girl heard this, she shook her head with big round eyes, and the corners of her mouth went down, revealing a look of grievance.

Jiang Mo was puzzled.

Why are you looking at her like that?

Jiang Shuyun and Jiang Ruofu looked at her stunned appearance from the side, and they also tried their best to hold back their laughter.

The little girl thought that Jiang Moyin was going to pay the bill!

Jiang Moyin finally saw the half cup of sugar water that the little girl was holding in her eyes, and realized that the little girl was not kindly handing over the water, but came to sell her sugar water.

Jiang Mo shook his head and said in a low voice,

"It's really a hot and cold world, and people's hearts are not ancient."

She sighed, feeling sad in her heart, the help of the secret Dao people turned out to be just a use.

The next moment, his face was generous, and he naturally took out the broken silver that Jiang Shuyun had just been cut by the proprietress of the lantern stall and handed it to the little girl.

It's like spending other people's money with the style of spending your own money.

Jiang Shuyun was speechless, shook his head and sighed,

In the end, who is the human heart.

The big silver ingot that was still in her hand just now was already Jiang Mo's lead.

The little girl's glass of sugar water was only a few pennies, and she didn't need a grain of broken silver at all.

The little girl hurriedly ran back and called her young lady who sold flowers to cut the silver.

The young flower seller weighed the silver with her own weighing utensils, and cut it very carefully.

Jiang Shuyun suddenly wondered for some reason,

"Let her weigh all the broken silver we just had?"

Jiang Moyin knocked the money bag down.

The woman who sells flowers is called,

"Just one or two halves."

But seeing that Jiang Shuyun's face quickly darkened, Jiang Ruofu and Jiang Mo were puzzled,

Jiang Shuyun fiercely compared his two fingers, gritted his teeth and said,

"Minus the ones you just spent, the one who sold the lanterns just now, she charged us an extra twenty yuan!"

"It's too black-hearted."

Jiang Mo's eyes were bulging, his eyes were full of grief and indignation, and he couldn't agree anymore,

"It's really a river going down, and people's hearts are not ancient!"

Jiang Ruofu looked up at the sky speechlessly: "......"

Jiang Sang stood in the flower god shrine, looking at the flower gods who were soaring through the clouds and surrounded by flowers.

Passing the thick and simple smell of sandalwood in his nose, he had worshiped the god of flowers in previous years, but he had never looked at them so carefully as he did now.

He couldn't help but wonder which one was the flower god in his dreams, even looking at these motionless treasures.

A naturally smiling and shabby monk approached Jiang Sang with a merit box and said with a smile,

"The donor is related to the god of flowers."

Jiang Sang was taken aback, and reacted to what he was saying, there was irrepressible disbelief in his eyes, and he took two steps forward excitedly,

"Master sees it?"

"Can you see anything else?"

The monk smiled, and his tone was calm,

"What else is there, the god of flowers crosses people, there has never been cause and effect, you have accumulated virtue in your previous life."

Jiang Sang was unbelievable,

"But before this, my family invited a master for me, and the master said, this is the calamity of my fate, why do you say that Master said that it was the virtue I accumulated in my previous life?"

The monk smiled,

"Individuals have their own fate, whether it is a catastrophe or a wonderful adventure, it depends on your own creation."

"Why don't you go and hang a sign under the acacia tree outside the door, tell the god of flowers your prayer, and the god of flowers will hear it."

Jiang Sang looked at the acacia tree outside, the acacia tree was already covered with rattan or peach signs, and the red tassels under the wooden signs kept swaying in the wind, and the leaves were blown to a rattle.

There are also people hanging rattan signs under the trees.

The rattan sign will tie the two people who hang the wooden sign together, and they will grow and carry each other, like vines.

Jiang Sang walked under the acacia tree, and the monk took out a peach wood sign from his sleeve, his eyes were sly,

"Write miles, it will always work."

"Give you a peach wood brand, and your peach blossom luck will be caught."

Jiang Sang took the peach wood brand, looked down and saw that the monk was still holding a merit box in his arms, he hurriedly took out the money bag from his arms and threw the money bag into the merit box.

With a "dang bang", the silver coin touched the wooden base of the merit box, making a crisp sound.

The monk smiled and his voice was hearty, and he was particularly open-minded in the night breeze.

"The merit of the donor is immeasurable!"

Jiang Sang looked at the wooden signs fluttering in Qingfeng Ridge in the night, and his mood was also swaying.

The night breeze blows and makes people feel as cool as cool water.

He didn't know what to write for a moment.

——

Jiang Ruofu and Jiang Moyin said goodbye to Jiang Shuyun and parted ways at the intersection.

Jiang Shuyun also divided a few guards to follow them, although this road was already brightly lit, and there were often people who beat the guard to pass by, and there were also people from Jiang Mansion patrolling, but Jiang Shuyun still didn't let them go back like this.

The guards followed closely behind the two.

Jiang Ruofu and Jiang Mo walked to the door of Jiang's mansion with a smile, and the porter opened the door for them, saying,

"The third lady and the seventh miss are okay, the second miss sent someone to the concierge to ask if the two young ladies have come back many times."

"I guess there must be something urgent to find the two young ladies."

Jiang Moyin's face, which was still smiling just now, sank in an instant.

pulled Jiang Ruofu into the house without saying a word.

If you are really in a hurry, you should not come to the concierge to ask, you should bring someone back to find them early.

Even if you don't bring someone with you, you should send someone to look for it.

But no one came looking for them.

Even a fool can see that Jiang Lanqian doesn't want to look for them at all, just for show.