After Su Man reminded him, Zheng Qing suddenly realized that there was also a Jiang family mansion in the west area of Beta Town.
Jiang Yu brushed the long hair that fell around her ears and smiled slightly: "There are no elders in the family on the island, only a few of us incompetent juniors. In addition, I am still a witch, so I am not qualified to preside over the ceremony... As for the co-offering, etc. Just let the old people in the mansion deal with it. If I go, I will only cause trouble for them."
Zheng Qing nodded solemnly.
Although he didn't know what co-offering was and why witches were not qualified to preside over the ceremony, he was sensitively aware that keeping silent was the best response at this time.
The head maid of Qingqiu Mansion did not continue to dwell on this issue. After a slight salute, she turned sideways and led the two young wizards through the door.
Although the Qingqiu Mansion on the Lantern Festival was a little livelier than usual, it was still within Zheng Qing's awareness. After all, he spent New Year's Eve here.
The only thing that surprised him was the small garden today.
All kinds of flowers that used to be beautiful only during the day now began to compete with each other at night. I don’t know what kind of magic the witch cast on them. Every flower in the garden tonight began to glow. From the stamens to the petals, they bloomed with colorful and faint light in the night, hanging on the branches, like flowers of various shapes. Different lanterns float in the night.
The flower sperm vibrate their transparent membrane wings and happily shuttle among the flowers, collecting the glowing pollen in each cluster of stamens, and then leaving the dew they have brewed for a long time on the petals.
This joy is contagious to everyone who passes by the small garden.
So much so that Zheng Qing didn't notice at all that the owner of Qingqiu Mansion was standing at the exit of the small garden. Naturally, he did not notice that the other small orange lamp in his hand fell into the hands of Congressman Su at some point.
"You have a heart."
Su Shijun fiddled with the small orange lantern floating in front of her with her fingertips and nodded with satisfaction: "Although I have long passed the age of playing with lanterns..."
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Zheng Qing felt that when she said this, she seemed to glance at Jiang Yu inadvertently.
"...But since you have already sent it, I will not be respectful. It just so happens that I haven't decided what gift to buy Dongdong today, so this small orange lamp would be nice."
As she said that, she glanced at Zheng Qing inquiringly: "Do you mind if I transfer this lamp to Dongdong? After all..."
She blinked, as if she felt she didn't need to continue.
Zheng Qingqian stared, unable to think of what to say.
how to say.
Originally, this lamp was meant for Bose Dong, but after Councilor Su interfered, although the lamp was finally given to Bose Dong, it didn't look like it was for Bose Dong.
This is not a tongue twister.
But it gave Zheng Qing more headache than tongue twisters.
"No, I don't mind."
He hesitated, then realized that this answer was extremely inappropriate, and immediately corrected him in a low voice: "I mean, this lamp is for Bose Dong..."
Perhaps because of the momentum of the members of the Yuexia Council and the great wizard, Zheng Qing's voice became extremely low due to guilt, so that he doubted that except himself, no one else present heard his slightly weak words. argue.
Su Ya, who was holding Bose Dong, came out from nowhere and stood beside Su Shijun with dignity, looking at the frightened wizard with disdain, and then took the small orange lamp from the owner of the mansion.
Bose Dong hugged the little orange lantern enthusiastically and sniffed hard, as if he wanted to inhale all the fragrance emanating from the little orange lantern.
"Besides, you came just in time today."
Su Shijun obviously didn't care about the wizard's whispered excuse. He lowered his head and scratched Bose Dong's ears, then took the dew tray from the maid next to him and handed it to Zheng Qing: "...I was still thinking about tonight's events just now. What to do about the Shangyuan Festival? Well, it’s up to you. Your identity is just right.”
Zheng Qing didn't understand how he, an 'unmarried person', could do it just right, nor did he know what the 'Shangyuan Festival' was about.
But he knew very well that such an important matter as sacrifice was definitely not an area that he could mess with. Especially the sacrifices performed by wizards, every move has magical feedback, which is definitely not something that an inexperienced wizard like him can do.
"I've never……"
"No one ever comes to the meeting."
Su Shijun interrupted the boy's unspoken excuse with an unquestionable voice: "And it's just a few very simple rituals. It won't waste too much of your time... You have other things to do tonight, right?"
In front of a great wizard who is good at divination, it is difficult for ordinary wizards to have secrets.
Zheng Qing hesitated for a few seconds and quickly glanced at Jiang Yu, who was half a step behind him.
The witch turned her face sideways, as if she was carefully looking at the colorful 'little lanterns' in the small garden, and seemed not to have noticed the conversation at all.
He swallowed a small mouthful of saliva, gritted his teeth, put his fingers into the drip tray, and washed them briefly.
The dew was cold, making him shiver.
A maid handed him a hot towel at the right time to help him clean his face and wipe his hands. Then another maid came to him carrying a tray. There was a yuanxiao in the porcelain plate and a pair of bamboo chopsticks beside it.
No one prompted.
Zheng Qing hesitated, picked up the yuanxiao with his chopsticks, and ate it.
The very classic black sesame glutinous rice balls, with just the right sweetness, viscosity and temperature, made Zheng Qing, who didn't like this kind of food, couldn't help but smack the taste.
The third maid came forward holding a piece of tortoise shell with holes drilled into it.
Zheng Qing silently recited the incantation, summoned a cluster of spiritual flames, put it under the tortoise shell, and burned the large and small holes according to the most basic order of divination. It only took a short time, and a slight burst of light came from the tortoise shell. The thin beeping sound was the sound of tortoise shells cracking under the flames.
Curved cracks appeared in the crackling sound, connecting the holes together.
But a strange expression gradually appeared on Zheng Qing's face.
When the crackling sound stopped, the wizard felt a bit dumbfounded in his heart. Because when the criss-crossing fortune-telling cracks on the tortoise shell were connected together, they actually showed four very clear small seal characters - good luck and good luck!
There is no such thing as Bu Xiangchang, never.
There is no such word in divination!
Zheng Qing dared to bet with the little green snake in his ears that this tortoise shell had definitely been tampered with. Just like the coins wrapped in the dumplings he used to eat during the Chinese New Year, it was the same thing.
"very good!"
Su Shijun took the piece of tortoise shell with a smile, then took out a bunch of willow branches from nowhere and handed it to Zheng Qing: "Put it on the door... Yes, that's right there, it doesn't need to be too high."
