After the carriage moved, there was a lot of noise outside.

Laughter, words, wheels and children's frolicking were mixed, and Bai Zisu's heart was itching to listen.

It happened that the road was so congested that the carriage couldn't move for a while, so Bai Zisu opened the curtain and looked out, and saw one carriage after another on the road.

The incense cart hangs with a string of sachets hanging under the eaves, and the sachets are made into the shape of horn millet, and from a distance, it seems that there are endless horn millet shops on the street. The attendants carried copper bells and smoked the five poisonous incense powders, or sat on the wheels, or walked in the honor guard. The whole street seems to be covered with a layer of incense, and the smoke is rising.

Bai Zisu traveled all the way from Lufu, although there were many people, but most of them were tourists. However, the Prime Minister's Mansion is located in Yongxingfang, which is close to the imperial city, and is mostly the residence of high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and the emperor's relatives, so it is particularly lively. On such a grand festival as Duanyang, it will show its prosperity even more.

Looking a little farther away, there are many noble ladies on foot on the side of the road, accompanied by Lang Jun, some of them hold fans to hide their faces, and look at Lang Jun's sideburns and feathers. Outside the wine shop, there are three or two couples, the ladies are holding the children, and the Lang Jun is using the realgar wine they just bought to draw the king character on the children's foreheads.

The sound of laughter came from here, a Lang Jun in official uniform, after drawing the king character for the child, smiled and said something to the little lady next to him. It seemed to say that the king character had just been written, so the little lady lowered her head to look at the child.

At such a moment of bowing his head, Lang Jun quickly raised his hand and drew a king character on the little lady's forehead. The little lady was angry and ashamed, and reached out to grab the pen in his hand. Lang Jun laughed, raised his hand and raised the pen dipped in realgar wine above his head, no matter how the little lady tiptoed, she couldn't catch the culprit. The children between the two also laughed, jumped up and clapped their hands, not knowing who they were cheering for.

Unconsciously, the corners of Bai Zisu's lips also followed the laughter, blooming into a soft arc.

"The academy has also prepared realgar wine, and when we get there, we will also draw one for our Zisu." Seeing that she was fascinated, Zhang Yunrang smiled warmly.

Turning her head to look at him, Bai Zisu's eyes flickered, and she wanted to nod vigorously, but when she thought of the white powder between her eyebrows, she couldn't order it anymore.

If the realgar wine dripped to the center of the eyebrows and wiped off the white powder, Lu Wenhao would definitely be like thunder. Although he is not there, what if he bumps into it when he returns home.

Pursing his lips, Bai Zisu still shook his head: "Children only paint this, I'm not a child anymore, so I don't want it." ”

Obviously, there was disgust in his tone, but his lips were tightly pursed. Zhang Yunrang smiled helplessly, and reached out to hang the messy hair on her forehead behind her ears: "Guozi Jian is personally helping you paint, don't you want it?" ”

"Write in flying white?" Bai Zi Su suddenly became interested.

Zhang Yunrang's words are recognized as treasures, especially when one hand is flying white and superb. The saint has praised his character many times as the first flying white in the capital, with the style of the king's right army. He was even asked to write an edict so that it could be put into the writing room for preservation.

Because of this, his Feibai usually only writes, but never gives away ink treasures, so as not to cause extraneous branches. But it was this caution that made Bai Zisu have a headache, because he usually wanted to ask him for a flying white ink treasure, but it was useless to grind it softly and hard.

Even when he handed her letters, he was always a grass or a small letter, and he never wrote white. She wanted to copy and practice the font Feibai, but she could only be in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and if she wanted to take his ink treasure back to copy, there was no door. It is even more difficult to ask him to give a word.

Therefore, as soon as he nodded in agreement, Bai Zisu's eyes immediately widened: "Can you write it on paper?" I want to keep it for a long time. ”

"This is used to ward off evil spirits and drive out pestilence, and it must be painted on the forehead." Zhang Yunrang patiently explained to her.

"But on the forehead, there is no more time for a day. Only by writing it on paper can it ward off evil spirits for a long time. Bai Zisu didn't give up, pulled his sleeve and shook it.

"Promise me, today is the Duanyang Festival, and it only happens once a year. I promise, I will never show off your ink treasure, I will hide it tightly, and only one person will secretly appreciate it. ”

"Nope." Zhang Yunrang looked stunned.

If it was other requests, he categorically couldn't withstand Bai Zisu's begging, and only this was the only one that he couldn't agree. However, despite this, this one concession after another will still defeat him by surprise and make him retreat.

Fortunately, after he made a face, Bai Zisu quickly realized that something was wrong and immediately stopped begging.

Zhang Yunrang breathed a sigh of relief, he knew very well that if she was calling for permission twice, he would definitely collapse and raise his hands to surrender. But she didn't continue, and he didn't know if he was rejoicing or regretting.

It is undeniable that she is a very observant student. At least of all the students he has taught, she is the best in this regard. Usually making a fuss with teeth and claws, as long as his expression is slightly gloomy, she will quickly restrain herself. Sometimes, I am careful to ask about my mistakes. The fox becomes a rabbit, but in a moment.

He didn't know where she had learned it, and he hadn't taught her anything anyway. Sometimes he couldn't tell whether the fox was her or the rabbit. Every time she doubted, she laughed, and the rabbit disappeared again.

Just like now, she smiled and lifted the curtains, as if she was attracted by the scenery outside the window again, and she was full of interest, but she didn't mention Mobao anymore.

The road to the Imperial City was extremely congested, and after a while, the carriage still did not move. And the people in the liquor store have changed wave after wave.

The couple who came again separated themselves from each other. The man who looked like a noble man was buying wine in front, and the richly dressed little woman stood behind with her head bowed, holding a child in her arms and an older child in her hand. The eldest child didn't know why, he couldn't stop crying, and his voice even broke through the noise and spread to this side of the road, attracting the sideways attention of pedestrians.

Sensing the gaze of the others, the man was so angry that he turned around and grabbed the woman. The woman panicked and leaned down to soothe the child.

As a result, the older child followed the example of a man, shook her hand and pushed her. The little child in his arms was pushed and cried.

The scene was out of control, and the man simply turned and walked out of the liquor store, leaving them behind, and walking briskly towards a carriage on the side of the road. The woman was at a loss, and she took the child and went after the man, and this noisy noise was over.

Their carriage was on the side of the road, and when the woman ran over, it was closer, and Bai Zisu realized that this woman was not very old, just about the same age as the little lady before. It's just that her expression is depressed, and from a distance, she can only call people the word woman.

Tired of watching, Bai Zisu turned his gaze to the incense shop next to him, where the couple looked very comfortable.

is another Lang Jun in an official uniform, but this time the official uniform is purple, and it should be a rare high-ranking official above the third grade. The woman next to him, dressed in a low-key and elegant lilac-colored kudzu dress, was looking at him with a smile, whispering something.