In the 62nd year of Yunhan, the eighth day of the second month, the Dragon King Festival, the spring breeze is steep, this is the 18th year of Linglong's memory about this place.

On this day, it is the traditional day of sacrifice in the cloud country, and all the people of the cloud country will hold a grand ceremony, some go to the temple, and some "ask for a cup" in front of the ancestral god throne to comfort the wind and rain of the year, which is not only for the grace of the cloud king, but also to celebrate the peace of the homeland.

This is also a big deal for Lang Guo, not only because of being a subsidiary of Yun Guo, but also because the market can be opened all night on this day and there is no need to bear taxes. Therefore, on the streets of Langguo, whether they are poor or rich, whether they are burden-carrying or carrying baskets, they all come from all directions, and the bazaar is full of people.

This festive atmosphere is like the New Year every year, and even more like the New Year, and there is laughter and laughter everywhere, spreading from the capital to the four fields.

Located in Worou Township, Jiangye Prefecture, Qingzhou, in the south of Langguo, it was the junction of the three kingdoms of Yunnan, Wu and Yan in the early years, and it was also a poor and remote place, and the people's livelihood has always withered. But at this time, as if the world had changed, I saw that the narrow streets were surrounded by water, blowing and blowing, and it was very lively.

There were all kinds of people on the street, 60 percent of the men and 40 percent of the women, and everyone was so elated.

According to the practice of previous years, Linglong will get up early in the morning, first go to the east of the market to eat a bowl of cloud rolls just out of the pot, the "cloud rolls" of "Lang Yun Ji" in the east of the street is a rare delicacy in Worou Township, his flour is very thin, the fillings inside are also different, there are minced pork, minced beef, shrimp, supplemented by some wild camellia that you can't be familiar with, crispy on the outside, fat and tender on the inside, roll by roll, like layers of golden tassels, take a bite, fragrant and tender.

Then go to the westernmost side of the bazaar, buy a copy, only once a year to sell the "Dragon King Paste", the mountain wind blows the fragrance of the paste, with heat, in the warm cold wind, people are warm, although this "Dragon King Paste" is not as good as the tribute in the palace, but in this poor town with bad water, it is a rare reward, and it is a rare good thing.

Eating and drinking, she shuttled between the various stalls, whether it was the shops along the street or the furnishing vendors, she looked from house to house, asking, the latest gouache from Yunguo, the fashionable saber from Wuguo, or the red and pink green shirt and gown that was popular in the capital......

But on this day this year, Linglong has a special mission - assassination!

Although the streets are as noisy and lively as ever, even more prosperous than in previous years, Linglong has no time to take care of it. Her instincts told her that today would be a good day to get her hands dirty.

The target was less than three feet away from her, he was thin, his face was very white, and he was dressed in a white blouse, the hem of which reverberated in the breeze. There was a faint smell of ambergris in his placket, mixed with the bitter taste of Rui Brain incense, which was very strange and intoxicating.

This target is called Qingxuan, at this time, as long as Linglong steps forward to give him a sword, he will have his skin and flesh open, and blood will be dripping. But Linglong didn't want to do anything on this street, because she was afraid of scaring everyone away, and she would miss the "Dragon King Cream" because of this.

After a while, Linglong saw him quietly enter a gambling house, which was not large, with small square tables in it, and gamblers gathered in a circle, each with a few ingots of gold or broken silver piled up in front of them.

"Qingxuan, here!" Xiao Er greeted him warmly, Qing Xuan just smiled slightly, and then tossed and turned in front of various gambling tables, but he didn't make a move, just looked at him coldly, like a master with empty eyes.

Suddenly, a rag flew straight into his face in the distance. "Qingxuan! You should be walking around the garden! If it's so late, don't come tomorrow! The shopkeeper snarled at him with a meaty face.

Qing Xuan was reprimanded by him like this, and hurriedly said with a smile: "Dissipate your anger, third master!" Isn't the market open today, take a few more looks, and the small ones will go to work. After he finished speaking, he immediately rolled up his sleeves, picked up the rag, and shuttled between the various square tables.

"Uncle Jia, look at you today is full of spring breeze, ouch, this hand is good, you will definitely be able to kill the Quartet, kill! Kill! Kill! Qing Xuan didn't wipe the floor very seriously, but looked up at the battle situation on the gambling table from time to time, and when he saw that there was a good hand, he took the opportunity to flatter a few good words.

"A pair of golden roosters, win!" The dealer shouted, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

"Oh, I'll just smack at you kid and reward you!" The gambler named Uncle Jia just now laughed and threw over a piece of loose silver, Qing Xuan smiled happily, and said loudly:

"Uncle Xie Jia's reward! The small one will give you the old shoeshine to dispel the evil spirit, and ensure that you will win every time you gamble! As he spoke, he put the money in his pocket with a smile, turned around and picked up a rag to wipe Uncle Jia's shoes.

But Uncle Jia kicked him away and said in disgust: "Get out of the way!" ”

Qing Xuan saw that he was bored with himself, so he had to walk away with a smile on his face, and turned around to look for the next target.

However, it is really thanks to the blessing of the Dragon King's Day, not only is the business on the street surprisingly good today, but even this gambling shop is overcrowded. Qingxuan finished this day, although he was a little tired, but he was very happy in his heart, after all, today's reward is not less.

"Qingxuan, I gave a lot of broken silver today, right?" The bartender Lao Yin asked him with a smile.

"It's okay, it's okay, isn't it this smiley money that I earn, sir!" Qing Xuan replied to him with a smile, and after speaking, he waved his hand again and said, "I saw you back!" ”

Qingxuan walked out of the wine shop, it was already the second watch, although the shops on the street were still brightly lit, but after all, it was not as lively as during the day, after all, many gamblers lost all their belongings, and they didn't have the heart to hang out here.

Qingxuan stretched, yawned, and walked back quite proudly.

There is no doubt that he is indeed a hard worker this day, but there is also Linglong!

I've been staring at him for a day, hungry and hungry aside, this annual "Dragon King Festival" has been helplessly missed, especially the "Dragon King Ointment" has long been empty.

It's unbearable, it's time to make a move! Linglong thought to herself.

But in this flash, she found that the target was gone!

Linglong hurriedly looked around, and suddenly, she saw a familiar figure coming towards the end of the street, and the closer the person became, her heart became more and more nervous.

That's right, that figure is Qingxuan!