There was a sudden sound in the corner of the East Market, raising sand and dust, attracting a lot of attention.

Then I heard that the courtyard wall of an alley had collapsed, and soon no one paid attention to it.

Then there was a riot on the main street of Dongshi, and I don't know who was shouting "Poetry Girl", which attracted people all over the street to shout "Poetry Girl".

Qianzhuang is on the main street, but it sits in the west, and the place where the north faces south is the first floor of Chang'an, "Fushouan".

Legend has it that it is the best restaurant in Chang'an, burning the best dishes in the world, and the chef in it is not the imperial chef, but he is often invited to the palace to cook for the emperor.

In the East Market, this restaurant called "Fu Shou An" is the best, the most famous, and the row is also the most sufficient, and the "poetry girl" shouted by the people is invited by "Fu Shou An" to prepare for the lantern show.

The noise outside was shocking, and Bai Song saw it for the first time, standing at the door watching the excitement like the guys, and couldn't help asking: "What is the origin of the poetry girl?" ”

The guys are all from Youzhou, and they don't know anything.

Stopping a carriage head-on, the bright moon girl happened to come, today was sent by the old bustard of the Yingyue Tower, this old bustard also wanted to see the pomp and circumstance tonight, to see what kind of style his own bright moon could break through.

The old bustard heard Bai Song ask Shishi in the car, and when he got out of the car, he said: "This poetry girl is amazing, in recent years, she is recognized as the number one Oiran in Chang'an." said that she has the blood of the Western Regions, and she looks like a water spirit, I don't know how many literati and writers wrote poems and lyrics to her? The way from is also very mysterious, some people say that her name is Li Shishi, and some people say that her name is Liu Shishi, and she can't even figure out her surname. ”

Bai Song pinched his chin when he heard this, and muttered to himself: "In this ancient world, anyone who can be called a 'poem' must be a Qinglou woman, and it must be an Oiran, which is really strange." ”

When the old bustard arrived at the gate of Qianzhuang, he looked back at the bustle on the opposite side, and sighed with some emotion: "Ouch, I didn't expect Fu Shou'an to invite the poetry girl, I'm afraid there will be no suspense in the Mid-Autumn Festival tonight." It must be this poetry girl who has a jackpot. ”

Bai Song frowned, and the old bustard realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he hurriedly slapped his mouth: "Look at my mouth, I should be beaten!" We haven't started to compare yet, we can't grow the ambition of others and destroy our own prestige. My family Mingyue is not far behind, and it will have to be played on the spot when the time comes. ”

Mingyue also went to the eaves, looking at the scene of thousands of people over there, and then looked at the coldness around her, the pressure increased sharply, and her face was a little more sad.

Bai Song smiled at Mingyue: "Don't be nervous, just perform your own, others have nothing to do with us." ”

Mingyue bowed: "Mingyue will do her best." ”

……

Halfway through the afternoon, dusk is approaching.

Chang'an has not yet set night, but the trend of the city of lights looms.

Looking down from the clouds, the lights of thousands of homes are scattered like chess pieces on the chessboard, and gradually connect the points into lines, and from the lines to the surfaces, turning into dazzling stars in the whole world, becoming the most eye-catching place between heaven and earth.

This is the incomparable vastness of Jixian County, Youzhou, the ancient capital of thousands of years seems to have put on the most splendid clothes, the colorful lights connect the streets and alleys, decorate the rivers and canals, under the lights, the street scene is daylight, and the splendid covers the many majestic palaces of the imperial city.

Every visitor who goes out carries a lantern in his hand, reflecting the lotus lanterns on the canals in Chang'an.

Under the night, the young ladies gradually closed the distance between each other, and enjoyed a rare skin-to-skin kiss in the name of appreciating the lanterns.

People who are reluctant to buy sugar gourds for their children on weekdays are willing to block their children's mouths with sugar gourds with copper coins tonight, looking for what they like and are interested in in in this shouting one after another.

Wild cats and wild dogs also joined in the feast, guarding the doors of the restaurants, and they found that the diners tonight were very generous, and there were always endless bones.

The flower boats on the Yongan River are swimming, crossing the north and south, the tourists on the river bank are shouting, the son is excited to chant poetry, and the lady responds warmly.

And in the many lively world of lights, the carnival belonging to the East Market has not yet begun.

The Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival is the two most lively places, one in Dongshi and the other on both sides of the Yongan River.

The merchants of the East Market have already prepared for their own performances, for tonight's performance, for the sake of fame in the future.

The stage of the performance is at the east entrance of Dongshi, and it is crowded with people, and even a wild cat can't get through the gap.

The stage has not yet been set up, and the time has not yet come, and the merchants have already organized people to go to their respective positions to take their seats.

Bai Song naturally also beckoned the guys from this money village and asked them to quickly close the door and go to the stage.

Bai Song had already taken the first step to grab the position with Mingyue.

Qing'er looked at the back of the hall to see if anything had fallen, and was about to close the door after everyone left, but found that a small figure was still in the corner of the shop, facing a drawing board, muffled and tapping on a charcoal pen.

"Young Master Yu, what are you doing? Why don't you leave? ”

Yu Qingqing held a pen in one hand and a cheek raiser in the other, and since she came back from the bookstore, her interest was not high.

As Bai Song's follower, knowing that Bai Song was gone, he was unmoved.

Yu Qingqing glanced back at Qing'er and said lightly: "I haven't started yet, I want to sit again." ”

"I'm afraid I won't be able to squeeze into the front at this time."

"Hey, if you can't see it, you won't look at it, what's so strange."

Qing'er was surprised, and said in her heart that this little boy who likes to be lively the most suddenly changed his temperament?

Qing'er also knew in her heart that this was a little girl who liked Bai Song, and this appearance must have touched her somewhere, sulking at herself.

Qing'er thought about it and found some words to comfort her.

Qing'er said very seriously, but she didn't know that Yu Qingqing in front of her didn't listen to it at all.

Yu Qingqing listened to the past of Chen Xirong and Bai Song, and was envious in her heart, she was thinking about all kinds of encounters with Bai Song when she had nothing to do, and the most warm thing in her heart was the sketch portrait that she regarded as a treasure.

But no matter how much I miss a painting, it is also a painting, thinking about it, my mind drifted to the time when we were handling the case together yesterday, thinking of Bai Song using a charcoal pen to rub clues on the door panel, and I admired it a little again.

While thinking about it, the pen in his hand also learned from Bai Song when he was investigating the case, scribbling back and forth on his drawing paper.

After she inadvertently smeared it, she didn't expect to print some traces from her small drawing board, all of which were eggs she had painted in the past few days.

The big and small, round and flat, scattered all over the paper, some overlapped, some upside down, all the egg shadows superimposed together, it looks a little funny.

"Huh......" Yu Qingqing sighed slightly, lowered her head a little helplessly, and said in her heart What do you come to paint eggs for every day? In the end, Bai Song is still fierce to himself, are talented men so unkind?

"Humph! If it weren't for that painting and that song of the water tune, you would have thought Miss Ben would be willing to serve you! ”

Yu Qingqing got up indignantly and couldn't help but scold.

Qing'er was startled, but it was funny, knowing that this little girl was fierce, and when she saw Bai Gongzi, she became a fart who couldn't beat her away.

"Let's go!" Qing'er persuaded her again.

Yu Qingqing felt a little less bored in her heart, nodded sullenly, and turned around to leave.

It was at this moment that Yu Qingqing suddenly thought of something, and her small body was nailed to the spot like a stake.

Qing'er saw that his expression changed drastically and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Yu Qingqing didn't answer, her eyes were only pensive, but she muttered to herself: "Water tune song head, water tune song head ......"

Reading it, he suddenly turned his head, looked at his drawing board, looked at the layers of egg shadows on it, and seemed to be transparent for a moment, his face was dyed with a flush, and then he looked at the charcoal pen on the ground, and suddenly screamed: "Ah! I know! ”

After speaking, Yu Qingqing jumped three feet, grabbed the charcoal pen on the ground like crazy, and rushed out of the store directly.

"Young Master Yu, what's wrong with you?"

Qing'er chased after her while shouting, and when she got to the door, she found that Yu Qingqing was taking the opposite path to the stage.

"The stage is at the East Exit!"

"Sister Qing'er, you go first, I'll be looking for you later!"

Leaving a word, the little girl used all her strength to run towards a place!

Her destination is Yongxing Academy!

……

Unlike the people who poured into the lively streets, the location of Yongxing Academy was very deserted, and there were very few people except for the colorful lights along the way.

When I arrived at the entrance of the college, I couldn't hear any sound.

The academy hadn't opened yet, the gate of the academy was locked, and Yu Qingqing didn't have a key.

However, the courtyard wall of the college is not high, and the middle is a hollow plum blossom pattern, which is easy to climb.

Yu Qingqing didn't care about danger and decency, and went directly over the wall into the inner courtyard of the academy, and went straight to the study where the last exam was held.

The arrangement of the exam that day remained unchanged, Yu Qingqing found the desk in the corner where Bai Song had sat that day, and then took out a brand new piece of paper and took out the more important half of the charcoal pen.

The little girl was very serious, more serious than ever, and when she sat in Bai Song's seat and laid out a piece of paper, her hands were shaking with nervousness.

"Hoo ......"

Yu Qingqing took a deep breath, tried to keep herself calm, and then put the charcoal pen on the paper, and began to search for the answer little by little, just like the force she had applied on the drawing board before!

The wind blew away the dust, and the gray imprints on the paper slowly unfolded like the most splendid picture scroll in the world.

The little girl finally saw the words that could tarnish the world again, and the broken memories were organized together, and she was so excited that she left tears for a while.

The little girl was half crying, and read aloud in the small unoccupied study.

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world?

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.