All things first originated in Hongmeng, and eventually returned to vanity.

The cold lantern squatted in the mist of the forest, and was unexpectedly lifted by a hand, and then the sound of rustling sounded on the mountain. After a period of such operation, if you listen closely, you will notice that there is a clanging sound mixed with the sound of chiseling and piercing.

There was not much movement, as usual, and it went on like this for two or three months.

The last straw is indispensable to crush the camel.

Under the avalanche, not a single snowflake is innocent.

Year after year, when the last support of the balance of the Heavenly Dao collapsed, and the sky was cloudy, there was nothing that was ever before.

......

She was born to be human.

But she was sure that she was now from the heavens.

She didn't know how long it had lasted, or what she was supposed to be.

It's just that I was wrapped in chaos and comfort, and I didn't feel out of harmony at all......

**

Elbe.

In the seventeenth year of Kangping, the saint was overjoyed, and the hairpin family in the capital was promised a Qionglin banquet for the young people to make friends and negotiate. In the early morning, the palace sent a ceremonial official to preside over the operation, and it was busy until noon before welcoming guests.

Kyoto's market is accustomed to this, with a steady stream of cars piling up on the sideways and places to play.

The Guan Pu that can be seen everywhere on the street is that the people are gambling and throwing goods with commodities as bait, such as fried apricot fruits, lotus roots, silver silk cold pottery and other food, and there are playthings such as leaky fan handles, crow hats with cicada patterns and golden hair, Huarong Dao, mandarin duck locks, etc., which are really dazzling.

The crowd is bustling, and the veil lanterns of birds and beasts are hanging in front of the eaves of the street shops, and the stalls of the cross-slope bun shop are steaming not far away.

"Look! Let's take a look here! ”

"Two or two buns and a bowl of soup, just enough for you to fill your belly!"

The grand occasion is only the stability and prosperity of this world.

The main street of Yinghua Street in the capital city, there is a huge and bright Qionglin Building, which is six stories high, since the construction has been permanently managed by the palace, it is precisely called "the palace outside the palace", at this time the forbidden army outside the building is numerous, the town is guarded in all directions of the main street, the order is orderly, no one dares to make the time.

At the entrance, there is a waiter who checks the post, and after the identity is verified, the welcome guests at both ends are waiting to introduce the guests into the banquet with their hands and feet, although the whole process is not more expensive than the palace in the palace, but it can be regarded as a classic.

There were already a lot of people scattered in the building, the porcelain floor was polished, and a woman slowly walked into the hall, attracting countless eyes in an instant.

The orange-red tie tied a fairy knot at the arm, the open sleeves suddenly tightened at the cuffs, revealing the thin white wrists, and the high-waisted and fluffy skirt fluttered slightly as it moved, as if it was in the mist. Her feet and neck are exposed by the short hem of the skirt, but they are hidden by the slightly longer tulle on the outermost, which makes it difficult to see.

Jade-colored Qiong nose, flying cherry blossoms dotted lips, it is Song Zhixi, the girl of the Song family.

Someone might as well open their voices: "She's so beautiful." ”

Every time this woman dresses up, she can feast people's eyes, but some men have suffered from boredom and dare not look too public.

Yes, although she is a beautiful female Jiao'e, but at the same time it is a headache existence, a few days ago there was a little boy who just took a few more looks, and she pointed to her nose and counted down, saying that what offended her. With this delicate and well-behaved appearance, if it weren't for the willful and brainless style on weekdays, she would not have won the name of "Second Ancestor of the Song Family" in a small circle within a few days.

When the prime minister of the dynasty is her maternal uncle, and when the imperial doctor is her father, is he qualified to walk sideways in the capital?

Accustomed to the blessing of her elders, she didn't care at all whether she would attract criticism from her relatives, and when the maid in the house asked questions for her, she just peeled mangosteen lightly and muttered, "There are too many lice, not itchy." ”

"Hey, look at her arrogant face, but she doesn't want to compare to the princess! She deserves it too?! The girl leaning on the railing on the second floor is surnamed Zhang, from the Wu'an Hou Mansion, and she is looking at the peach blossom eyes with displeasure at the moment.

Ever since the woman came in, she had been unwell.

"Ah Zao, let's be quiet, but don't be fooled by her again."

mentioned that matter, and a few sisters on the side instantly came up with a smile and wanted to add to their ears.

"Go! Go! Zhang Jiangzao's round chin lifted and swept her sleeves to hide her embarrassment.

The women laughed and dispersed.

When a few people were seated, a group of children of the family came together, with a high voice, rich and handsome, each with its own merits. Seeing clearly, a few sons and brothers from the Bofu hooked their shoulders and walked in, waiting to see the female relatives inside, but they quickly pushed away all parties, and every move provoked someone on the other side of the desk, and the small voice was mixed with a bit of shyness and reserve.

All the guests and friends who were waiting for the banquet sat down, and the official shouted: "Feast!" In the hall, the eight-tone overlap, Feng Xiao Luan, and a loose dance accompanied by the crisp bell slowly presented.

Music and dance to help the fun, the dancer to wave the ayaluo to play, with the flying hydrangea performance, the vocal music is wonderful and high, the atmosphere is not lively.

There are occasional waiters walking around the field, or serving water or plating, and a jade Pixiu is also placed on the jade platform at the top place, and a group of maidservants follow the process in a decent manner, but there is nothing worth noting.

Song Zhixi just thought about something quietly, but his pupils suddenly constricted.

……

In the compartment on the third floor, a small attendant held a plate of pale broken jade, and handed it to the steward with low eyebrows.

"Steward Meng, look at this ......"

"Fortunately, your kid's sharp eyes were secretly removed, if you show it to any nobleman, we will definitely ask for punishment."

The steward looked at a plate of scraps and frowned almost imperceptibly, "Hand it over to the storeroom, check where this inferior product came from, how can it crack by itself, and a thing still has a temper?" But you have to talk about it. ”

The steward screamed in his mouth, but his face was reluctant: "It's a pity that this good Nanyang jade is ......"

……

When her eyes returned to clarity, Song Zhixi blinked her wistful eyes, which could be regarded as coming back to her senses, surrounded by aftersounds, but she seemed to hear something that was not very real.

A strange throbbing sensation tingled her nerves, and she stood up with a spirit, startling the people next to her to spill the tea.

The cup shattered with a "pop", and the movement was not small, which attracted the people around to look at it busily.

"What, do you have an opinion?" A crisp voice rang out.

Her five senses and six senses instantly became clear, and then she saw that there was a woman on the stage wearing a blue and white satin skirt, with a beautiful face and a beautiful nose, and she was looking at her with a perverse expression at this time.

Of course she recognized it, wasn't this Miss Zhang who had been ripped off her clothes in public before.

The woman next to the table saw that the situation was not good at the moment, so she hurriedly pulled her sleeve and dragged her to sit down, but the woman seemed to realize something and hurriedly let go of her hand, looking at her nervously, and Song Zhixi was not embarrassed.

Tut-tut, should this expression be so exaggerated, should it be like throwing a hot potato?

Does she look so scary?

She twisted a porcelain cup, took a sip of tea on her chin to soothe herself, and took a sip of her temperament.

That's just a moment...... Distracted? Song Zhixi thought calmly, she could even imagine such a lively scene? Even she despises herself.

"Since there is no objection, then, I will lead the dance in the finale."

It turned out that Miss Zhang had arranged such a play, and now no one stands up to fight.

In less than a quarter of an hour, several more men walked in one after another, sitting on the front seat, and Zhou Zheng's appearance once again gathered the eyes of many places.

Song Zhixi looked sneered: Which noble family is this, so unpunctual?

"The one at the front is the eldest son of Hanlin's editor, whoa, the one who is holding his head sideways is ...... Well, it's the son of the Hanlin Cao editor who closes his eyes and recuperates......"

"Which one? You can sneak a finger. ”

Song Zhixi quietly leaned over with a head, startling the two good sisters who were biting their ears.

It's clearly sleeping with his arms on his pillow, how can he say it so nicely......

There was a coquettish smile from the last few rows of the female dependents, which provoked the dignified and self-contained noblewomen in front of them to turn around and glance at the people with a few disdainful glances.

Song Zhixi admired the faintly rhythmic smacking sound around him, although he sat more calmly than anyone else, but now he was embarrassed by those dancing artists.

Oh, the dancing girls on the stage are a little stiff.

If her father Song Yuan saw it, he would definitely throw her a roll of the eyes: the old mistake has been committed again, who is this stupid person really with?

Take a look, where are others embarrassed, who are you embarrassing for?!

From time to time, the vignettes aroused everyone's interest, a few songs and dances stopped, men and women flowed freely, and many people got up to talk.

Seeing a few familiar figures, Song Zhixi subconsciously got up and followed them in the direction of the hall on the third floor.

Seeing this, the attendant on the side also followed.