Chapter 12

During the days in King Li's Mansion, Rong Jin lived precariously, but he was also very sober, and every day was clear. But in the Shen family's courtyard, especially after that rainy night, it began to be a little muddy.

She felt like she had lost her backbone and didn't know what she should expect.

It wasn't until Granny Su came to Xiliu Courtyard with a newly cut summer dress, saying that Shen Yu allowed her to go out to the temple fair tonight to see the lights, that Rong Jin suddenly realized that it had reached the annual temple fair.

Once upon a time at home, she and Ah Qi were looking forward to this temple fair.

Ah Qi likes to go out to play lively, and she has been thinking about how to take this opportunity to make some money early on. Even if he will be asked by his stepmother to take some away, he can still buy some snacks for Ah Qi and save some for himself.

And now, Rong Jin no longer has to rack her brains to worry about silver, just the dress in front of her can easily offset the private money she has worked hard to save for many years.

"You're even thinner with this disease, and I'm afraid a strong wind will blow it away." Granny Su sorted out the complicated ties around her waist for her, and couldn't help frowning, "Another day, I should ask Dr. Xun to prescribe another prescription and make up for you more." ”

The elderly don't appreciate the "weak and invincible state" that they prefer nowadays, and always feel that they are better looking and blessed if they are rounder.

Rong Jin smiled silently: "There is Granny Lao to worry about, but don't waste the medicinal materials in vain." ”

As the saying goes, "the heart is wide and the body is fat", she is pressed with things on her heart, and her heart is empty, and no matter how much tonic medicine she drinks, it may not be useful.

Granny Su naturally knew this truth, sighed, and was speechless for a while.

After changing into such delicate clothes, it is not good to go out with no face to the sky, Rong Jin re-combed a Suiyun bun under the urging of Granny Su, and did not use step shaking, but put two elegant Tongcao silk flowers in the hairpin, and finally cleaned it up.

At this time, the sun was setting, and in addition to the driver who drove the car, there was also Shang Lu who accompanied them out.

Although he knew that Shang Lu liked to be lively, and when he was lazily waiting by the car, Rong Jin couldn't help but wonder, could he be sent by Shen Yu to monitor him? lest she take advantage of this opportunity to escape?

Today, it was difficult for her to think about any of Shen Yu's actions.

Shang Lu originally looked bored, but when he saw them, his eyes lit up, and he jumped out of the car neatly: "It's here." ”

The annual temple market is dominated by the largest Huayan Temple in the city, and the large and small temples such as Xiangji Temple and Jianfu Temple will have lectures, water and land dojos these days, and the West Market at night will also usher in the most prosperous time except for the New Year's Festival, where all kinds of peddlers and pawns gather here, and it will not gradually disperse until after midnight.

After being closed in the clean courtyard for so long, and hearing the bustling cries again, Rong Jin was a little uncomfortable.

Shang Lu saw her getting out of the car carefully with her skirt, helping her, looking at the people coming and going on the long street, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's really lively......

He always feels new when he looks at everything, Rong Jin smooths the folds on his dress, and is also a little curious: "Haven't you seen it before?" ”

Even ordinary people, most of them come to visit every temple fair, she has watched it for so many years, and she doesn't think this scene in front of her is much worthy of admiration.

"Very little," Shang Lu walked in front, stretching out his hand to separate a path for her and Granny Su in the crowd, "I grew up in Mobei since I was a child, and it was Gongzi who brought me to Chang'an, and he doesn't like such a noisy place. ”

He made a few quick mentions, but it confirmed Rong Jin's guess.

The child who grew up in the bitter cold land of Biansai has never seen the prosperity of Chang'an, Shen Yu will teach him to read and write, but he will not lead him to join in this kind of excitement.

"Sister Yun, what about you?" Shang Lu looked back and asked with a smile.

"I come every year, but not to hang out, but to set up a stall." Rong Jin stopped at a stall selling pastries and fruit drinks, and explained to Shang Lu, "This season is almost the best time to make money all year round. ”

When the stall owner saw her stop, he immediately greeted her attentively, "Girl, would you like to try my pastries here?" My lotus cake and plum wine here are a must, and the whole West Market knows it......"

Rong Jin listened to her boast of the lotus flower, pursed her lips and smiled: "Your mouth is still so neat." ”

The stall owner sneered, looked at the veiled and slender beauty in front of him, racked his brains, but still didn't remember when he had seen her.

Rong Jin dug out some loose money from his purse, bought a few pastries, and didn't stay long.

She held the pastry in front of Granny Su: "Nian Niang's cooking skills are really good, and the recipe for this lotus crisp is said to have been given by a palace chef." ”

Further on, there is a stall where a lot of people gather.

Shang Lu tiptoed, and before he could see what was going on there, he listened to Rong Jin on the side remind: "Eighty percent is a pitcher or a ring □□ the head." ”

Granny Su took a piece of lotus cake, and when she saw that Shang Lu was full of interest, she smiled and said, "If you are curious, let's go and have a look, I will wait for you at the tea shop." ”

Rong Jin was hesitating, but Shang Lu had already answered with his mouth full, pulling her sleeve forward.

Looking at the lively crowd separately, it is indeed a stall with a pot □□.

The stall owner with gray sideburns was tirelessly talking about the rules, saying that twenty pennies were exchanged for eight arrows, and if he hit three arrows in a row, he would start to have a small lottery; If you can get eight branches, you can take away the jade pendant worth ten taels of silver; If the eight branches can still "pierce the ears" at home and abroad, they will send the pair of clay figures from the hands of Master Huishan Qi.

The most famous in the area of Huishan in the south of the Yangtze River is the clay figure, the first emperor toured in the south, after seeing the lifelike craftsmanship of Master Qi, he had inscribed poems for this imperial pen. Since then, the clay figurines made by Master Qi have been highly sought after, and they can easily be sold for dozens of taels of silver.

It is not uncommon to see stalls throwing pots □□ at temple fairs, but there are not many colorful heads like this, so most of the people gather here.

It's just that there are very few people who even have more than six branches, and even more are difficult to even four.

Seeing that Shang Lu was eager to try, Rong Jin counted twenty dollars and asked the stall owner in exchange for the corresponding feather arrows.

Shang Lu is conceited that he has martial arts, although he has not reached the point of wearing a hundred steps, throwing pots is always a problem, but he knows that the first arrow will be missed. When the eight arrows were thrown one after another, only four were hit, and they were replaced by a mud partridge that children liked.

"Don't think about it," Rong Jin couldn't help laughing when he saw him looking puzzled and shocked, and said softly, "This arrow and the pitcher are all manipulated, otherwise it is really easy for people to win the jackpot, how can the stall continue." ”

"No wonder I always feel that the arrow doesn't feel right," Shang Lu then looked back and wondered, "How do you know this?" ”

Rong Jin covered his lips and coughed: "I'll tell you another day." ”

Shang Lu already knew that there was fraud in this, but he was still unwilling to give up like this, and asked Rong Jin to ask for money and come again.

It was unreasonable for him to be stubborn, Rong Jin saw that he had lost a few more rounds, as if he would not give up until he reached his goal, and there was nothing else in his eyes, so he sighed helplessly, and then intervened horizontally and took the eight arrows that were newly replaced: "I'll try it." ”

The stall owner, the old god, was there, and he didn't take such a delicate girl as her in his eyes, and turned his head to greet the other guests.

Rong Jin didn't rush to throw, but weighed the bamboo arrow, as if hesitating.

The people gathered around to watch the excitement saw that she had not moved for a long time, and they all became impatient, and some even cheered loudly.

Rong Jin was not in a hurry, flicked the arrow body, and threw it in the urging of everyone.

With the sound of "dangchang", the bamboo arrow is impartial, and it is entering the copper kettle, and the original urging and cheering sound are stagnant.

Someone said in disbelief: "It's luck!" ”

And then, she didn't hesitate any longer, threw several arrows one after another, and they all entered the copper kettle safely.

The chatter became quieter and quieter, and when there was only the last arrow left in her hand, it was even quieter. The stall owner, who had not been concerned, widened his eyes and gritted his teeth, praying that the arrow would fail.

The bamboo arrow broke through the air, and under the gaze of countless eyes, it fell into the tiny pot ear.

The stall owner's face was bloodless, and everyone was envious and jealous, some clapped their hands in admiration, and some even whistled in response to the occasion.

Rong Jin rubbed his wrists, and was also infected by this atmosphere for a while, and smiled with crooked eyebrows.

She was not completely sure before she voted, and she was able to win all, in fact, there was an element of luck, and good luck was also a thing worth laughing about.

Seeing the sad-faced stall owner reluctantly holding the pair of clay figurines, Rong Jinwan said, "Just give me one." ”

There are still two days left in the temple market, and if she takes the jackpot away tonight, the business will not be very good. Even if this clay figure is disassembled, after all, it is the handiwork of Master Qi, and it can also control the town.

The stall owner came back to his senses and hurriedly thanked him.

It's just that his joy didn't last for a while, and on the other side, someone actually cast a full shot.

The onlookers were enough to see the excitement, and they coaxed one after another, and the mood of the stall owner can be described as heaven and earth, and the clay figurine that he just got back was not hot, so he turned his head and sent it out.

Rong Jin had already planned to leave, but when he heard the movement, he looked back curiously.

It was a boy in a green shirt, with a long jade body, holding another clay figure in his palm, and he was also looking at her. It's just that he wore a mask sold in the temple market to ward off evil spirits on his face, covering half of his face, and a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

Rong Jin bowed his head politely, and when he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the piece of green jade hanging from his waist, and was stunned for a moment.

Shang Lu noticed her abnormality and wondered, "What's wrong?" ”

"I ......" Rong Jin was incoherent, and after reacting, he wanted to find the trace of that person, but in the blink of an eye, the figure in Tsing Yi had already disappeared into the flow of people coming and going on the long street.

She wanted to catch up quickly, but heard someone call "Jinjin".

Rong Jin stiffened again.

She would never remember this voice, but as far as she could imagine, she couldn't think of the situation when Shen Yu spit out these two words.

She stopped, wanting to follow the figure in green clothes, but she still didn't dare to ignore it, and looked back stiffly.

It was indeed Shen Yu.

There is another purple-robed prince beside him, and next to him is the county lord of Ming'an, who has had a relationship.