(4)
The next morning, Mei Lan rushed to the Liulic Pavilion early in the morning to call the door, and woke up Bai Feng and his party one by one, saying that he wanted to check their clothing and etiquette, so as not to lose the face of his introducer.
Zhao Kuo, Ajuan, Bai Feng, Zhao Xiaomei, and Murong Yan lined up from left to right, in front of the pavilion, letting Na Meilan fiddle with and smell it as if she were selecting good medicinal herbs. Zhao Kuo felt disgusted in his heart as he watched the man in front of him, who was about the same height as Ajuan, playing with his wide sleeves and then covering his nose as if he smelled a foul smell.
"Mr. Zhao, I have some rouge powder here. Do you want me to apply some to you?" Mei Lan said.
Zhao Kuo shook his head hurriedly and said: "I don't need that thing!"
Mei Lan helplessly shrugged, walked towards the next person, and exclaimed in surprise: "Wow! Miss Ajuan, this pink and white dress suits you so well!"
"Really? I feel it's much more uncomfortable than wearing my own clothes! Look at how long this train is, I can't even move my legs!" Ajuan complained. Zhao Kuo, who was beside him, looked around and found that Ajuan had changed into Han clothes and had taken off her purple and black Miao-style dress, but she still wore two or three silver ornaments on her head. The combination of pink satin lining and white gauze jacket makes the beauty look more beautiful while still being dignified.
"Hey, I finally don't dress like a wild girl." Zhao Kuo said with a smile.
"Mr. Zhao, how can you say that!"
Zhao Kuo was fascinated by the beauty in front of him for a while and replied: "Ajuan, I didn't mean that! It's just that you are too unique and eye-catching..."
"Then you don't look down on us Miao people?" Ajuan frowned and said slightly dissatisfied.
"How can a lovely woman like Miss Ajuan be disliked by others?" Mei Lan asked.
Zhao Xiaomei at the other end couldn't bear it any longer. She trotted up to Mei Lan and spun around in a circle. The black patterns on her white skirt floated around, making her look like a girl in a painting.
"Mr. Mei, what do you think of my outfit?" the younger sister asked.
"Simple yet elegant, you are like a lady, so good!" Mei Lan turned to look at the couple and said: "Miss Murong needless to say, her body is well-proportioned and as beautiful as a delicate flower. She is Mr. Bai, why? Not wearing formal attire to attend?”
Bai Feng replied: "The sleeves of your clothes are too wide. After all, I am not a very elegant person, so I asked Mei Niang to change it to a narrow sleeve style to make it easier to swing the sword."
"Oh!" Mei Lan suddenly said: "Now let me teach you some etiquette. Although my son is the head of the family, he has not yet married, and he is twenty-six years old. So you must not call him 'the head of the family' or call him Just 'Fuck me'."
Ajuan said sadly: "Who are you! There are so many demands!" After saying that, Mei Lan led everyone to Qian's Mansion.
In the morning, it is the "morning market" in Jiangzhou. Although the number of pedestrians on the street is not dense, it is gradually increasing. The cries of merchants, the chatter and laughter of passers-by, and the sounds of children chasing each other are intertwined in the ears; the sesame cake shop on the left, the grocery store on the right, the fortune teller in the front, the delivery truck in the back... Come on... Often, there are too many to mention.
Several people passed by the bustling jade craftsman's place, where several young girls and young women in gorgeous clothes gathered.
"The 'Colorful Glaze Hairpin' is a rare item that only sells for 10% every few years. The one with the highest price gets it!" The craftsman shouted loudly, which caused a dispute among the women in front of the store, which intensified.
When Zhao Xiaomei saw the transparent and exquisite thing, she felt curious about it, so she pulled her brother and said she wanted to buy it. Zhao Kuo saw that he could no longer squander the money he had left so he resolutely refused. The little girl immediately sneered and turned from a "little adult" into a pitiable little girl, looking at the hairpin sadly.
"Don't act like this, I won't buy it for you." Zhao Kuo said knowingly: "Besides, something like that just looks novel, and maybe it's not as valuable as the silver hairpin you are wearing!"
Seeing this, Ajuan comforted her little sister and scolded her: "Mr. Zhao, what kind of brother are you! Come on, let me buy it for you!" As soon as they finished speaking, the two sisters pushed away the crowd and entered the store. , Red's other companions could only wait outside.
"Boss, how can I sell this hairpin?" Ajuan asked.
The craftsman wearing a green crown stretched out his five fingers and said: "At least this number."
Ajuan probed between the folds and took out a hairpin inlaid with delicate silver flowers and emeralds at the stamens. She gave it to the craftsman and said, "How about I exchange this hairpin for it?"
When the craftsman saw the hairpin, his eyes turned blue and he praised the hairpin forger for his superb skills. He immediately made a decision and concluded the deal. The two of them returned to the road and continued moving forward.
The little girl held the "Colorful Glaze Hairpin" and felt ashamed. She said to Ajuan, "Sister Ajuan, your hairpin looks much more expensive. Is this really okay?"
"We Miao people wear a lot of silver ornaments, just to use them as silver!" Ajuan nodded and raised his eyebrows towards Zhao Kuo, and said shyly: "Besides... this can be regarded as my dowry, use it on my little sister. There's nothing inappropriate about it, right?" After hearing this, everyone else burst into laughter, except Zhao Kuo who scratched his forehead and looked away, not knowing what to do.
After a while, several people had arrived in front of Qian's mansion. Mei Lan whispered a few words to the gatekeeper, making them stand there for a moment. Judging from the objects placed in front of the door, the Shi Mansion in Wandeng Town is much more solemn and elegant than the Qian Mansion. Compared with the two stone lions in front of the gate of Shifu, Qianfu only has a few green bamboos on both sides of the door, which is very elegant and simple.
After receiving the permission, several people followed Mei Lan through the door, spared two or three rooms, and went straight to a pond in the mansion. A thin and tall white figure stood on the edge of the wooden corridor, holding a silver bowl in his left hand, and from time to time he picked up some crumbs from it with his right hand and sprinkled it into the pool. There are also words in his mouth: "The sun is living on the moon! The clouds are rising and fading? The worry in my heart is like a bandit's clothes. I can't fly as fast as I talk quietly and think about it."
Mei Lan stepped forward and said, "Young master, I have been brought here."
"I've seen a few of you. I've sent you this imperial seal with the words "Linghe"." The man in front of me, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, couldn't salute because he was holding something else, so he bowed slightly and said. His face was smeared thickly with powder, making it look extremely unnaturally pale, and there was even a little red makeup on his lips. If he didn't speak, people would just think that she was a sick woman.
The few people who met Qian Xi for the first time were just very curious and could not ask more questions out of courtesy. Several people first returned the greetings one by one and made introductions. Na Qianxi felt very strange about Zhao Kuo's gray temples and asked, "Young Master Zhao looks very mature, but you don't expect that he is still not as good as the crown prince?"
"Ha, I made Mr. Qian laugh." Zhao Kuo replied.
Gan Xi casually took a pinch of shavings from the bowl, threw it into the pond, and asked Mei Lan: "Mei Lan, do you know why the government tore up the wanted notice on Su Qing?" The colorful goldfish in the pond competed for the first place. It looks very interesting to poke its mouth out of the water and grab food from the bowl.
"Sir, the government must have known that they were incompetent and didn't want to go to any trouble, so they simply gave up the pursuit..."
"Well, that volume of classics is very important to me, but it's a pity..." Qian Xi said to himself for a moment, then realized that he had almost forgotten the visiting distinguished guests, and greeted: "It's really rude, these few people came from far away, but I didn't listen to you I've been complaining for a long time. This must be Murong Yan's descendant?" Qian Xi put down the silver bowl and walked up to Murong Yan. Suddenly he grabbed her right hand with one hand and stroked the back of her hand with the other hand. Ask: "How is it? Do you feel uncomfortable?"
Murong Yan was so ashamed that she broke away from Qian Xi's caress and hid behind Bai Feng. Seeing this, Zhao Xiaomei wanted to complain about Murong Yan and said: "My dear sir, how can you be so frivolous to a woman you meet for the first time?"
"Ha, it seems it's not me." Qian Xi laughed at himself, as if he didn't hear the younger sister's scolding, and then stared at the man protecting Murong Yan for a long time.
"What are you not? You are so rude, and you are saying that you are a noble man!" Ajuan said sarcastically.
Zhao Kuo was afraid that the situation would worsen, so he hurriedly asked: "Master Qian, is there any reason for this?"
"The moment the 'Witch Bloodline' touches the 'Destined Person', the body will faint due to the impact of the other party's past memories..." Qian Xi said earnestly: "Miss Murong, have you ever experienced this? Something similar happens?"
Murong Yan and Bai Feng looked at each other, pondered for a moment, and said, "Do you know about me?"
"I have been to the north of Saibei, searched for legends about Xianbei witches, and compiled them into classics. It is a pity that the 'big thief' Su Qing stole the classics. For this reason, I have not thought about food and food all day long, and I am very distressed." Qian Xi Ai He sighed loudly and said to Bai Feng: "I guess this Mr. Bai is your 'destined person', right?"
Except for Qian Xi, Bai Feng, and Murong Yan, everyone has never heard of these legends and is confused. At this moment, a servant came to report and said: "Sir...Sir, there is a swordsman wearing a bamboo hat and cloth outside, who knocked down the guard and broke in!" After that, there was a sound of fighting. will be transmitted.
The swordsman spoke arbitrarily and said: "It is daytime now, so it is not convenient to be stained with blood. I advise you to hand over Miss Murong as soon as possible, otherwise, don't blame me for going on a killing spree!"
Murong Yan nestled next to Bai Feng, her lips trembling, and she said in horror: "Is it... Wen Tao?"
The young man next to him immediately stretched out his hand to touch the hilt of the "Dragon Cry" sword, and walked in front of the others on the wooden corridor, facing the murderous aura coming towards him, ready to fight!
