In the twentieth year of Xuande, on the fifth day of the third month, Gu Yu.

One waits for Ping to be born, the second waits for the song to whisk its feathers, and the third waits for Dai Ren to descend to Sang. Although there is more rain after the valley rain, this year's day is a sunny day. Even the air is filled with vigorous warmth, which makes people's hearts brighten up involuntarily.

East of the city, Xiao Fu.

"Zi Mo, Zi Mo, oops, hurry up. Don't tidy things up, it's never too late to come back. Daddy finally allowed me to go out of the house, we need to hurry! A soft and delicate voice came from the mouth of a girl. She is the only daughter of Hubu Shangshu, the eldest lady of Xiao Mansion, Xiao Hanyue.

At this time, Xiao Hanyue was standing at the door of the room and looking. She wore a goose yellow embroidered butterfly pattern flower skirt, her buns were lightly pulled, her sideburns were slightly drooping, and she did not see too many hair ornaments, only a few pearls in her hair, revealing clear beauty, and without losing the naughtiness of a girl. Her face was like a peach blossom, her lips were not red, and her bright eyes seemed to be shining.

"Yes, yes, my miss." A little maid walked as she spoke, and hurried small steps came from the house. The little girl looks like she is twelve or thirteen years old, with a double bun, a peach-colored cardigan skirt, and two dimples when she speaks, which is quite cute.

I saw her holding a thin white scarf in her hand, "Miss, Madame has instructed the slave maid that Miss must cover her face when she goes out!" Our young lady is so good-looking, how can we be looked at......" She shook her head and said like an adult, and handed the scarf to Hanyue.

"As long as you're poor, it's okay now." Han Yue took the veil from Zi Mo's hand and put it on, pretended to glare at her with disgust, and went out of the house.

Near Junyi Street in the east of the imperial capital is the gathering place of the mansions of dignitaries and nobles, and almost all the houses along the way are deep mansions, and the curtains are not repeated. Although it is a little lonely, it is very quiet, and walking on such a road coincides with the season of catkins, as if you are in an ink painting.

After turning a few streets, you will come to the busiest East Street Market. There are many shops on both sides of the street, taverns and tea houses, gold shops and bookstores, and there is an endless stream of people. All kinds of cries come and go, and all kinds of stalls are dazzling, selling rouge, pearl hairpins, calligraphy and paintings, and clay masks......

Today coincides with the rainy season in the valley, and the Cangjie Temple also holds a traditional temple fair. The festival will last for seven days. Thousands of people come here from all directions, hold a grand and warm welcome Cangsheng into the temple and a grand and solemn memorial ceremony, people twist Yangge, run bamboo horses, play social fire, perform martial arts, beat gongs and drums, perform big plays, sing and dance, express the reverence and nostalgia for Cangsheng. The troupe and the business also came to the meeting to join in the fun, and it was a prosperous scene, so it was not lively.

After all, the master and servant are still immature little girls, and they play with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting all day long in Xiao's mansion on weekdays, embroidering female red, and now it is rare to come out once, and when they see the lively scene in front of them, they can't hold it back in their hearts, and they look east and west.

"Zi Mo, you see how fun it is outside, it would be nice if you could come out every day. It's a pity that my father and mother don't let me go out on weekdays. Today, I finally took the opportunity to buy paper and pencil to come out once, and we have to shop well before going back. Hanyue held a little candy man in her hand, and said excitedly, as if she wanted to release the playfulness she had accumulated over the years.

The young lady said so, and the little maid was naturally happy to follow behind.

The yellow clothes are flying, and in the bustling crowd, it looks like a butterfly dancing.

It was almost noon when the master and servant came out of Moshizhai, and the sun had already risen high and hung in the sky. The sun is pouring down like a huge golden net covering the whole of Kyoto, and the roadside eaves and lofts seem to be dyed with golden colors.

Han Yue looked at the carefully selected paper and pen in her and Zi Mo's hands and was quite satisfied, "I have bought all the things that should be bought, I have been out for so long, let's go back quickly, my father and mother are afraid that they are waiting for us to go back for lunch." Han Yue said to Zi Mo beside him, the excitement on his face had not yet dissipated, and there was an endless smile in his eyes.

As soon as he walked two steps to the middle of the road, Han Yue heard a commotion not far behind him, and turned around to see the people on the street fleeing in all directions, panicking, kicking over the green vegetables and radish stalls set up by small vendors, and knocking down the business stalls selling cloth over there.

"Miss, what's going on?" Zi Mo's little girl looked at the scene in front of her, her face was full of surprise, but she couldn't hide her curiosity.

There was a lot of people around, and I couldn't see anything clearly for a while. Hanyue didn't know what was going on, she shook her head and said, "Don't care what happened, hurry back to ......" Before he finished speaking, he only heard the voice of a rough middle-aged man, he tore his throat and shouted loudly: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way, the horse is frightened!" Go away! There was a mixture of anxiety and fear in his voice.

"Oops", Zi Mo was suddenly hit by a person who rushed out of nowhere, the crowd scattered her and Han Yue, she fell to the ground, couldn't get up all of a sudden, and the rice paper and brush she had just bought in her hand were scattered all over the ground.

She frowned, just thinking about scolding which girl had not been able to scold, but she didn't think about it, and before she had time to scold, she was stunned by the scene in front of her. She was frightened, her eyes instantly opened as big as copper bells, her little face turned red from nervousness, she used all her strength, desperately shouted at the cold moon: "Miss~~~~ Be careful~~~" However, in a noisy street market, this sound is insignificant.

Han Yue heard Zi Mo's voice, but she couldn't hear what she said. Hearing the sound, Han Yue saw Zi Mo sitting on the ground, with a little relief and joy on her face, but at the moment when she wanted to walk over, she instinctively felt the crisis from behind. When she turned around, she saw that the frightened horse was dragging a carriage straight towards her, and he was on a rampage, because he had just been blocked and did not notice it at all.

The coachman was so nervous that he was nervous when he saw a weak woman standing in front of him, and he tried his best to pull the reins, but it didn't work at all, and the frightened horse was still ramming wildly, and he could only shout loudly and urgently for the woman in front of him to leave quickly.

It was a peaceful scene just now, everything in this panic happened in such a short period of time, Han Yue heard the shouts, and also saw the frightened eyes of the passers-by around him, but his body didn't listen to the call, as if he had been immobilized, and he couldn't move a single step. She looked at the horses that were getting closer to her, and her mind went blank. Zi Mo, who was knocked to the side, looked at the scene in front of him, and his face was already so frightened that his face was as pale as paper.