Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Mid-Autumn Festival

This is a bit taken out of context, but it is not unreasonable when you think about it.

If some old scholars heard it, they would definitely think that he was molesting other girls, but Qiu Yueci was a weak woman after all, and he had tarnished his name for no reason, and it was indeed his inconsiderate thought.

Cheng Yanqiu frowned and pondered for a moment, then arched his hand and said, "It's Cheng who is abrupt." ”

Qiu Yueci suddenly smiled and walked into the room by herself, "But it's a joke, don't be angry, sir, why don't you sit down and talk about a game, and Mingyue should make amends for Mr."

Cheng Yanqiu was about to refuse, but he heard the other party's long sigh again, "Since I played a game with Mr., I have been thinking about it, I am lonely in Dongyang, and it is rare to meet Mr. Chess opponents, and I feel more and more bored playing chess with myself." ”

When the words of refusal came to his mouth, he couldn't say it anymore, Qiu Yueci's tone of showing weakness and requesting, if he didn't know what to do, he would be a little unkind, but Qiu Yueci was talking about playing chess, but he always felt that she meant something.

Just looking at Qiu Yueci's serious appearance, Cheng Yanqiu felt that it was all his own hallucination, maybe when Chang Yang first met, what Qiu Yueci said was not frivolous, but that she herself spoke like that, which made him misunderstand.

Sighing, Cheng Yanqiu came over and sat opposite Qiu Yueci, the chessboard had already been set up on the case, and Qiu Yueci motioned to him to hold the sunspot with his eyes.

"Please. ”

......

After Cheng Yanqiu left, Qiu Yueci opened the red-glazed eight-treasure box, looked at the eight delicate and small, auspicious moon cakes inside, twisted one casually, put it to his mouth and took a small bite.

The taste is slightly hard and the taste is sweet.

Dongyang's moon cakes do taste different from Changyang, she hasn't eaten this kind of crusty moon cakes for a long time, and she still remembers that when she was a child in Yang'an, she ate this kind of crusty moon cakes.

Changyang and Yang'an are thousands of miles apart, she thought that when she went to Yang'an, it would be the day when she got married, but at this time, Yang'an was next door to Dongyang, and if she drove a fast horse, she could reach it in one day.

She looked at the north through the layers of clouds, remembered the old people, and ate the whole moon cake little by little.

Closing the lid on the box, she instructed Zhu, "Put it away." ”

"The girl won't eat it? This was given by Mr. Cheng. "Zhu was puzzled.

Qiu Yueci smiled slightly, "It's because he gave it to him, so he has to put it away as a souvenir." ”

After all, I don't know if there will be a chance to receive this kind of gift again in the future.

The night is deep, and the moon has quietly climbed up the treetops tonight, but it is not round enough, and a small arc-shaped gap is missing on the side, which makes people always feel unsatisfactory and regretful.

At the beginning of the routine banquet, Wu Xing thought that there would be a lot of people sitting on a long patchwork table, but she didn't expect it to be not, she didn't even see the face of the sect leader, first followed the group of black cloaks that were pressed and poured three cups of water and wine on the ground, one cup of water and wine for the heroic soul, two cups of water and wine for the bones, and three cups of water and wine for the next life.

The first and second cups are sacrificed to others, and the third cup is for themselves, and the people in the rivers and lakes live a life of licking blood from the edge of the knife, and they may not be able to return to the west one day, and they can't ask for stability in this life, they can only ask for wealth in the next life.

If it's in a famous and decent family, it's fine, but in the Yin Moon Sect, if one hundred and eighty people don't die in a year, the servants who carry the corpse in the hall will find it strange.

After Cheng Yanqiu finished offering three glasses of wine, he took the lead in throwing the cup on the ground, and everyone followed closely, and the sound of crackling broken porcelain pieces sounded everywhere.

That is to say, there are many industries in the lunar month, and the family is big, so it can be so bad.

Wu Xing doesn't like to drink, so he put it aside after the sacrifice and concentrated on eating the food on the table, maybe it was left for a long time, and it was cold, not particularly delicious.

This was far from the Manchu and Han banquets she was expecting, and she frowned in disappointment.

Song Ning also poured a glass of wine and took a sip, and said with a warm smile, "If you don't like it, you won't eat it, and when you go back, you will let the kitchen make you some of your favorite food." ”

Wu Xing shook her head, Sister Xiaoman was already busy enough in the kitchen, she didn't want to increase her workload any more, although she vaguely felt that even if she wanted the kitchen to make something for her to eat alone, with Xiaoman's current situation, it wouldn't bother her.

Men and women's affairs...... Sister Xiaoman and the hall master Meng Xun ...... Xie Chang and Guan Yuqing......

Why did she find it so complicated?

Suddenly, a woman's approach interrupted Takeyuki's thoughts.

The corners of the woman's eyes were raised, the tips of her eyebrows were full of spring love, and she walked over with lotus steps, her eyes were blurred, and she looked like a pair of kitten paws scratching around in her heart, her fiery red lips rose, and a little lip slit revealed her white teeth, and the long golden steps on her sideburns swayed as she walked, complementing a pair of ruby earrings on her rounded earrings.

The beauty is thrilling.

Wu Xing didn't know how to react for a while, she was sluggish, when she saw Qiu Yueci in the past, she always felt that it was a fairy from the Moon Palace, and now when she saw this woman, she felt that she saw the red fox in the mortal world.

I can't help but wonder about the world I live in, could it really be some kind of demon and fairy world with supernatural existence?

The woman walked over, casually raised the wine glass in her hand and touched it with Song Ning, Song Ning also pushed Wu Xing's shoulder, made her come back to her senses, and introduced, "This is the hall master of the dark hall, Wei Yanchou." ”

Wei Yan smiled and bowed her head, drank the wine in the cup, a trace of wine overflowed from the corner of her lips, flowing down her chin to her neck, there was a lazy taste, and then she asked in a lazy tone, "You are Wu Xing?"

With a critical gaze, he looked Wu Xing up and down, and then said disappointedly, "There is nothing outstanding about it." ”

Song Ning also frowned, "Be cautious." ”

"What are you afraid of. Wei Yanchou said indifferently, "She's still young." ”

Wu Xing didn't like her contemptuous tone, and said seriously, "But I understand, you will know in the future, I am the only person worthy of being a disciple of Mr." ”

Wei Yanchou laughed when she heard this, what did this little girl think she meant? But she was indeed a little surprised, it was a good thing that the little girl was so ambitious.

"It's still young, but I like your strength and vitality. Wei Yanchou chuckled, turned his head to Song Ning and said, "Why don't we make a bet and see if her first mission is the Dark Hall or the Cloud Hall?"

Song Ning was also silent, there was already him in the younger generation of Yuntang, and he sat in the highest position in Yuntang, Mr. spent his efforts to cultivate Wu Xing, it must not be to let her retire in Yuntang.

A large part of the reason why Mr. cultivated Wu Xing was for the sake of the Young Sect Master, and what kind of person the Young Sect Master needed, what kind of person Wu Xing had to become.

The answer is already obvious, the dark hall is more suitable for Wu Xing's training, Wei Yanchou doesn't need him to admit winning or losing, and he doesn't want to bet, he leaves as lightly as he came, "It's still early, between us, the future is long." ”

The meaning of Wei Yanchou's words, Song Ning has already understood, the more he protects Wu Xing now, the more Wu Xing will suffer when he comes to her in the future.

In the Yin Moon Sect, there is no room for weak people.