After everyone came back to their senses, someone immediately said tentatively: "There is a girl in this little man's family. She is only eighteen years old, but she cannot afford a dowry."
"My son's marriage was arranged long ago, but the in-laws asked to buy a property in the town, so the wedding was delayed..."
Xiyue was indifferent, turned around and walked to the inn, letting the stall owners not feel disappointed. She secretly regretted that the pie didn't hit her, took a look at the sky, and simply packed up and went home.
Back at the inn, the dishes were all served. Lu Fei dismissed the waiter who was hesitant to speak, holding his chopsticks and sighing: "I really don't know what to say to you. You pity them, just ask the waiter to call them up. That's it." Now that it’s done, everyone will know it. Doesn’t it feel good to be regarded as a fool?”
"No, it doesn't matter." Xiyue didn't care. She picked up a piece of beef and chewed it in small bites. It was very delicious.
Lu Fei shook his head. If he hadn't personally brought her out of the palace, he would have suspected that she was a wolf cub raised by wolves in the deep mountains and forests.
She didn't recognize many of the most common foods and objects, and she didn't know the festival customs. She had never even seen a couple get married.
Half an hour later, Lu Fei, who was full of wine and food, stood up and said, "Go back to the house quickly and have a good rest. You can go shopping as you like tomorrow."
Xiyue stood up and glanced out the window at the street. The cold wind was getting tighter and tighter, and the long street became empty. Only the porcelain stalls of Wen Xiu and Kong Nian were left rattling in the cold wind.
When she was about to look away, she saw Wen Xiu, dressed in a red robe, pulling Kong Nian, who was also wearing a red dress, running all the way from the end of the long street.
In the cold wind, their faces were red from the cold, but their eyes were sparkling, like the stars on a summer night.
Xiyue's eyes fell on the bright red clothes worn by the two of them. Such a bright and strong color seemed to burn away the cold air of winter.
A glazed white pottery bracelet loomed on Kong Nian's slender wrist as she ran. The red and white contrasted with the stunning beauty.
"It seems that these two people have been looking forward to it for a long time and can't wait to wear their wedding clothes." Lu Fei was surprised for a moment and said with a smile: "It seems like you have done a good thing."
Xiyue looked at the cheerful faces of the two of them, and couldn't help but curve the corners of her mouth. They were so happy in their wedding clothes, so how lively it would be to get married!
The next day, Xiyue and his wife, who were tired from shopping, went to the teahouse to rest. The owner of the teahouse came out to greet them from afar, with a smile all over his face.
In the teahouse, the storyteller got excited and said, "It is said that the princess of Huaiyang and the prime minister's son Zhao Ming were childhood sweethearts... After going through ups and downs, the misunderstanding was finally resolved. That year, the beauty in Kyoto was very popular, making others envious.
Unexpectedly, on the day of the wedding, someone at the palace banquet was too drunk and accidentally broke into the palace and found the seventeen-year-old Princess Xiyue.
Overnight, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The entire Dongjing Kingdom was in panic. The border troops were pressing on the border. The powerful officials in the court were ready to take action. Zhao Ming tried his best but was unable to change.
A year later, Princess Huaiyang gave birth to her son Zhao Qi. Zhao Ming wanted to help Zhao Qi ascend to the throne and formally changed the dynasty to break Princess Xiyue's curse and minimize the casualties of the Dongjing royal family.
Unfortunately, time was already too late. Even though Zhao Ming was extremely talented, he could do too little in just three years amid internal and external troubles.
When the time came, Peng Guo attacked and destroyed the capital. Zhao Ming died in the battle. Princess Huaiyang jumped down from the tower with her young child. A generation of talents and beauties perished in troubled times. "
The story was over, and everyone who heard it felt emotional. The girl selling tofu leaned against the door, holding the handkerchief to wipe her tears, and sighed softly: "Beautiful women are destined to suffer, and God is jealous of talented people. After all, it is God's will to trick people."
A group of merchants slapped the table and said angrily: "It's not God's will. It's clearly the broom star that sucked up the country's destiny. If you ask me, she should have been strangled to death when she was born for such a disaster."
"Isn't that right? The nobles are just too kind-hearted."
"If a good person is bullied by others, these monsters and evildoers should be torn into pieces."
"I don't know when the Imperial Master will be able to come out of seclusion and crush the monster to ashes."
"The broom star is too strong, I'm afraid the national master will not be a match..."
Xiyue listened with great interest. After the story was finished, she felt thirsty. She picked up the tea cup and took a big sip. She immediately frowned, bitter!
She called the indignant waiter: "Fruit tea."
"Okay." The waiter was still indignant, his voice filled with passion.
"Follow what everyone else says, stupid!" A clear voice was inserted into the fierce curses, with unabashed sarcasm.
The sound of people stopped, and everyone looked over, only to see a young knight of eighteen or nineteen years old, with long hair tied up high, as sharp as an unsheathed sword.
The stupid girl sitting next to her was holding a cup and taking a swig.
The storyteller was displeased and said coldly: "Young hero, what do you have in mind?"
"What swallows up the country's destiny, what it means to be a broom star, are just the words of the royal family that confuse right and wrong. Princess Xiyue is clearly a member of Ji Rui. She uses her own luck to delay the decline of the dynasty."
As soon as the words came out, everyone in the house was shocked. Princess Xiyue's curse has been around for a long time. This was the first time someone said she was Ji Rui. Everyone immediately started talking, counting the dynasties and countries that died because of her.
Xiyue stared at Lu Fei blankly, with some inexplicable emotions welling up in her heart. He sneered and placed the teacup in his hand heavily on the table: "It's all appearances. Let me ask you, why is she? The country did not fall until three years after his death?
If she really swallowed up the country's fate, she should live well instead of dying before the country's demise. "
The storyteller immediately retorted: "If she hadn't swallowed up the destiny of the country, how could her lifespan be extended?"
Everyone agreed, and the bearded man spoke plausibly: "At first she could only live four or five years, and the last time she lived to be eighteen years old. If she hadn't stolen the country's destiny, how could she have lived so long?"
Lu Fei rolled his eyes: "Uncle, you are thirty years old, how much national luck have you stolen? The luck of nearly ten countries has only increased by one year. What kind of bullshit national luck is this!"
A man who looked like a scholar said angrily: "Why do you curse?"
Lu Fei stood up, put his feet up on the bench, and pointed at the scholar's nose: "You are the one who is scolding. It's just that these common people don't understand. You, a great scholar, follow what others say.
If you check the history books, you will find that for more than 20,000 years, every time Princess Xiyue was born, the country was in decay and decline.
The dynasties of these countries were already declining, but it was the birth of Princess Xi Yue that delayed the demise of the dynasties.
The kings knew it well, and while using her power to continue the country, they blamed her for the country's subjugation. It was really shameful, and she deserved to be the king of the country's subjugation. "
The common people didn't know the history, so they hurriedly went to see the scholars and asked: "Are those dynasties really like this?"
The scholar groaned and did not dare to say that he was not good at reading and his family wanted him to take care of the family business, so he followed the steward to Jinci Town. Who knew this.
At this time, a young man in gilded clothes walked out of the private room on the second floor and said loudly: "I didn't expect that there are people who are well-read in the world. I have heard the curse of Princess Xiyue since I was a child, but there is something unknown. Since she is an ominous person, the royal family of all dynasties Why keep it in the palace?
Not to mention the distance, the third prince of the Dongjing Dynasty had a bad horoscope. He was taken to the White Tiger Temple since he was born and returned when he became an adult.
Princess Xiyue, who would swallow up the fortune of the country, instead lives in Xia Fengxuan, which is just across the palace lane from the emperor. After listening to the young hero's words today, I suddenly became cheerful. "
As he said that, he cupped his fists towards Lu Fei from a distance and said, "I'm Jiang Shida in Pingyang. I'm glad to meet you."
"Pingyang Jiang family?" A businessman exclaimed, looking at him eagerly.
Lu Fei lazily returned the greeting: "Lu Fei, I can't say that I'm well-read. I just browse through it when I'm bored."
Xiyue looked away and saw the crowd dispersed. Businessmen rushed to get close to Jiang Shida. The frustrated storyteller put away his belongings and prepared to leave. She frowned, walked away from the crowd and stepped forward, patting the broken silver on the storyteller's table. Said: "Tell, story."
The storyteller's eyes lit up and he smiled flatteringly: "What story do you want to hear, girl?"
"casual."
The shock came again, the storyteller's mellow voice came back, but there were far fewer people listening to the story. Many people were shocked by what Lu Fei said and needed time to digest it.
After Jiang Shida dealt with the businessmen, he came to their table and chatted happily with Lu Fei. Only Xiyue was holding the cup and listened in fascination.
At this time, Wen Xiu walked over with his head hanging down and handed over two silver ingots: "A-Nian and I can't get married, so I came here to return the bride price to the girl."
Xiyue was confused: "Why?"
Everyone in the teahouse came to watch. The absurd story of giving people a gift to get married had been widely spread last night. Almost half of the people in Jinci Town knew that a good thing was about to happen for the two of them. Why did they suddenly stop getting married?
Wen Xiu's voice was full of despair: "My father didn't know that the girl gave the bride price. He has already posted a notice from the government. If we can't bake it, our whole family will be taken to the vegetable market and beheaded."
Everyone was astonished and sighed that God was playing tricks on people.
Xiyue asked: "Your father, can you burn?"
Before the literary cultivator could answer, someone said: "The official kiln can't even bake it, let alone the private kiln. This matter is at stake."
"My father said he has mastered the art of firing red porcelain." When he said this, Wen Xiu's voice trembled, and he was obviously unsure.
Xiyue pushed the silver ingot back, and Lu Fei said for her: "Since I gave it to you, it belongs to you. You and Miss Kong Nian will get married sooner or later, so you will need it sooner or later."
The twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month was the deadline for red porcelain. Xiyue and his wife went to the Wen family kiln. From a distance, they saw the Yamen officials tying up several members of the Wen family, waiting for the kiln to open.
When the first fire sealing wall was removed, another wall suddenly stood up. Wen's family was stunned. Soon Wen Xiu's face was like gold paper, and he roared and tried to pounce on it, but was restrained by the government officials.
Xi Yue and the other two did not know what was going on, but the townspeople were in an uproar. From their mouths, they learned that this was called internal sealing of the kiln.
After the clay embryo enters the kiln, first build a fire-sealing wall on the outside, and then build another wall on the inside according to the pattern and gaps of the outer wall to make the entire kiln airtight.
However, in this case, people will also be sealed inside, shattered to pieces in the fire, and use their own lives to complete the beauty of red porcelain, so this kind of red porcelain is also called blood porcelain.
It is said that for hundreds of years, some people have successfully fired bleeding porcelain using this method. However, this method was too bloody and the success rate was horribly low, so no one tried it and it was gradually lost.
After the second fire sealing wall was removed, what came into view was a pile of pulverized bones. Among the ashes, lying quietly was a white-glazed bracelet, which was Kong Nian's pottery bracelet.
Under extreme high temperatures, jade will change color and gold and silver will turn into water. Only pottery bracelets that have been calcined at high temperatures can overflow the glaze color and glow with a more dazzling brilliance under such conditions.
"A Nian——"
Wen Xiu roared and broke away from the officer, rushed towards him, and shouted Kong Nian's name at the top of his lungs. Big tears fell into the bones, and shocking flowers bloomed.
From the whispers of the people around them, Xiyue and the two learned about what happened to Wen and Kong's family in the past two months.
Old Man Wen planned to use this lost ancient method to build himself into a fire kiln early in the morning, but Wen Xiu naturally refused. He stared at his father every day, preparing to hide quietly in the cave and bake red porcelain with his body.
Unexpectedly, his thoughts were seen by Kong Nian, and Wen Xiu poured a glass of water with added flavor into his hands and went in by himself.
By now, everyone was sighing that it was God's will to trick people, they were destined but not destined. Someone obviously helped to provide them with a betrothal gift, but overnight, Old Man Wen took the first step to reveal the official notice, so that today the lovers are separated from each other.
Lu Fei clenched his fists. It was obviously the emperor's fault. If he didn't want some blood porcelain to worship his ancestors, why would he have done so many things?
Xiyue was puzzled: "Why should Kong Nian go?" She pointed at Old Man Wen, "He is the most suitable one -"
Lu Fei quickly covered her mouth with his hands, stopping her heart-wrenching words that made matters worse.
When the yamen servant smashed many failed products, he finally found a bloody porcelain plate at the end of the shelf.
It has a simple and elegant appearance, with delicate crystal red like a clear ruby, a body as thin as paper, and a sound like a chime.
The Yamen servant let Wen's family go, left behind three hundred taels of silver, and left with the porcelain plate, leaving only Wen Xiu's mournful voice echoing in the wind.
Dusk slowly fell on the earth, and at some point, snowflakes began to appear in the sky, which is rare in the south.
In the wind and snow, a homing pigeon flew over and landed in front of Lu Fei's window. He took out the thin roll of paper and opened it. After reading the contents clearly, Lu Fei couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and the heaviness in his heart was relieved a little.
After releasing the homing pigeon, I was about to close the window when I suddenly felt something was wrong. I poked my head out and saw Xiyue sitting on the window sill with her feet dangling outside.
Lu Fei was startled, flew over, and threw her back into the house: "Kong Nian's death has nothing to do with you. What building did you jump from?"
"I didn't want to jump, and I didn't think her death had anything to do with me." After the initial stiffness, Xiyue's speech improved by leaps and bounds in the past two months, and she was basically no different from ordinary people.
Lu Fei thought the same thing. She was not a real living Bodhisattva, nor was she one of those delicate and weak women. How could she be so pretentious as to blame Kong Nian's death on herself.
"Then what were you doing sitting on the window at night? If you weren't careful, you would fall down."
"I don't understand. Old Man Wen is in his sixties. It's the most cost-effective for him to go into the fire kiln and build walls. Why are Kong Nian and Wen Xiu competing to get in? They don't look like fools."
Lu Fei looked at her strangely, "You're not really a wolf cub who grew up in a wolf's den, are you? That's Wen Xiu's father, who gave birth to him and raised him all his life. What son can watch his father die." "
"But it's difficult for them to live. They are oppressed by the government and don't have enough food or clothing. If they die, they might be able to have a good pregnancy in their next life."
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