Forsythia's return to Beijing put an end to this purge. Every rebel official was punished with the nine clans, and Tianmen finally used the blood of more than 100 clans to wash away the doubts in the heart of Emperor Yansheng in the rest of the month, so that he could spend the New Year with peace of mind.

Chinese New Year's Eve is an important festival, from the emperor to the hundred officials to the peddlers and pawns, they have to rest for seven days. Tianmen is a little special, and the brocade catchers can't all rest, they have to take turns. Wan Wan must also be on call at any time, and the daily secret fold still has to be delivered.

But Wan Wan is a person who can always make herself happy. - Unhappy with the holidays? Look at the people at the gates, and then look at the guards and the people in the camps. None of them had to rest.

What's more, the things that Emperor Yan Sheng rewarded for the festival were enough for her to laugh for a few months.

Aunt Feng also has to rest. A few days ago, she prepared all the food for the festival, such as Tusu wine, Pepsi, fish, lamb chops, Wuxin plates, etc., and stored them all in the large vat outside the kitchen. Wan Wan just needs to take it out and heat it up.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, she woke up naturally from sleep, got up and made a bowl of cakes to eat, and decided to go out and walk around when she heard the noise outside.

On weekdays, she is just plain-faced, and only applies some facial grease to moisturize. Thinking about today's holiday, I always have to dress up well.

The bun is not combed, and it is still the high ponytail. Today, it is not decorated with a jade day, but a fist-sized sterling silver inlaid with hibiscus stone carved rose crown on the hairpin. Ming Wanwan didn't have ear piercings, and Wanwan didn't have the courage to wear two. Therefore, I didn't make a fuss about my ears.

After leveling the facial grease, Wan Wan opened the newly purchased dressing box, took a pair of tools and carefully traced it on the dressing mirror.

In fact, she still wears some makeup, in fact, she also has some insights into the costume styling of various dramas. But she actually painted a makeup that looked like she was pulled off from the murals of the Tang Dynasty.

Wan Wan looked at the bronze mirror for a long time, and finally washed her face and only applied some emollient facial oil.

Buy a maid! Must buy maids! Buy the kind of clever girl who can comb hundreds of kinds of hair buns, put on hundreds of makeup and innovate patterns from time to time.

With this determination, Wan Wan went out.

The sound of firecrackers in Bianliang City came and went, but there were not many pedestrians on the streets. On this day, the people are all at home to renovate the New Year's banquet, paste the door gods, paste peach charms, worship the ancestors, ......, all of them are busy, and few people go to the streets to see the excitement.

The hustle and bustle was all sent out by the "Da Da Yi" team that toured the city. This is a ritual that must be held every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, and is intended to drive away demons. The team is very huge, and more than 1,000 people are dressed as gods from all walks of life, beating gongs and drums, drumming and blowing sheng in the city.

What made Wan Wan find it interesting was that these "immortals" were all dressed up by the relatives of the Imperial City Division, the guards of all classes and the Jin Wuwei. From time to time, you can see one or two familiar faces.

The procession of the "Da Da Yi" has to travel through every part of Bianjing City, and the ceremony is not over until the evening when they go out of the south gate and turn the dragon bend to bury them. This kind of excitement is not too attractive to Wan Wan, so she doesn't have the patience to see the end.

Wan Wan followed the team of "Da Da Yi" for a while, and when she arrived at the Tianmen Mansion, she turned in. I wrapped some corners with the brocade clothes who stayed in the mansion, wrote the secret fold and walked slowly to the small courtyard.

The smell of food fills the air in the cold wind, and the sound of firecrackers near and far makes the street less crowded seem deserted.

In fact, Wan Wan really wanted to stay in the gate of heaven and keep the New Year with those walking hormones, but if there was no female catcher left in the gate today, those brocade catchers didn't seem to treat her as a woman, and don't be too informal.

The masculine aura is too strong, and Wan Wan is afraid that she will have nosebleeds if she stays for a long time. That would be too embarrassing, and it would be bad to spread it out so that her male god would know. So Wan Wan finally decided to go home and hold those gold and silver treasures to keep the year.

When I walked to the entrance of the street, I saw a middle-aged gentleman standing in front of his house. Shen waist and sideburns, as beautiful as a crown of jade.

Wan Wan blinked. Yo, where did Uncle Mei come from?!

Uncle Nami saw Wan Wan appear at the mouth of the alley, and immediately flew over. His light skills are extremely elegant and good-looking, and from Wan Wan's point of view, it really looks like an immortal is descending to the mortal world.

It's just that as soon as this beautiful uncle opened his mouth, all the beauty of the dust was instantly punctured like a bubble.

"My sister."

His voice trembled slightly, and the tail note was long. As he spoke, a pair of eyes turned red, and his arms stretched out towards Wanwan.

Although he is a superb beautiful uncle, Wan Wan is still very rational and quickly dodges. At the same time, I was very curious, how did this beautiful uncle know that she was a fan girl?

But even if she is a fan sister, she is just a fan sister of her male god. It has nothing to do with this beautiful uncle.

Wan Wan's face immediately showed a sense of principle to draw a clear line.

When Uncle Mei saw it, tears immediately fell from his already red eyes, "I really forgot everything." I'm my uncle. ”

This is the second young man of the Ming family who single-handedly slashed down hundreds of enemies, the second master of the Ming family who moved the rivers and lakes, and the legend that made all the heroes of the rivers and lakes shine when they mention it?

I feel a little disillusioned.

The corners of Wan Wan's mouth twitched a little, but Second Master Ming didn't notice it. He was immersed in heartache, and he couldn't help but regret it while pressing the corners of his eyes with the fabric of the wide sleeves of his robe, "My sister has suffered such grievances. I knew that it would knock you out, and I wouldn't teach you to stay in the capital.

Uncle shouldn't have left you on Anchang Street back then, so that my sister wouldn't have entered any heaven.

What kind of reckless man deserves to be like this for my sister. ”

......。

Second Master Ming seemed to have fallen into the depths of memory, and took out the past things one by one to regret it. Every time you say something, you have to bring a few "sisters".

Wan Wan finally realized that something was wrong. She breathed a sigh of relief, so it sees, it means that the second master can't be such a good.

"Uncle, I'm afraid you have mistaken the person. I'm not called a fan girl. ”

The remorse on Second Master Ming's face was a little heavier, and he sighed and said: "When you were young, your little arms and legs were like jade lotus roots, and your aunt gave you this nickname." ”

Wan Wan faintly understood that the word "fan" should have something to do with lotus root, and it must not be the word "fan" that she thought.

I found her in front of her door and saw her before I came over, but my name was different. The possibility that the other party recognizes the wrong person is actually very small. The reason why Wan Wan felt that this was a very small possibility was because she really couldn't equate the legendary Second Master Ming with the tearful Uncle Mei in front of her.

Maybe it's the wrong way she opened it?

Looking at the genuine distress in the other party's eyes, Wan Wan thought that maybe the second master of Ming was too distressed about his niece. It shouldn't be like this on a normal day.

Second Master Ming was still talking in a few words, and a sister's chagrin was telling.

Wan Wan really couldn't listen to it, and protested loudly: "That, can you call me a fan sister?" ”

Second Master Ming stopped chattering and was annoyed, looked at Wan Wan and was stunned for a moment, and then said, "You still have a small word." Because you were able to survive by hiding in the green bamboo cage back then, I gave you a small name: Qingzhu Niang. ”

Qingzhu Niang. Literally, this little word is still very beautiful and chic. But once it is called, it will make her give birth to the illusion that she has a doll named Qingzhu in minutes, which is inexplicably weird.

Wan Wan's heart was horizontal, "That's better to call the fan girl." ”

Fan sister is fan sister, anyway, I didn't call wronging her.