Qingchuan History

Chapter 297 Dongfeng's new roll of dark smoke shore
In Ji Wanling's mind, Xifeng is sitting cross-legged by the bank of Wankong Lake, trying to feed the fish.

On the fourth day of February, Weiguo is also holding a spring festival to welcome the God of Mang.But spring cattle are not beaten on the street, and the common people beat drums and dragons to pray for blessings.

Weibei is cold and the land is barren, so it is not suitable for plowing and growing grain; Weinan, centered on Cangwu, is relatively rich, but due to the constraints of the geographical environment, there are fewer farmers in Wei people than in the three southern countries, but a considerable proportion of shepherds .

It is common sense that differences in living forms lead to differences in traditional customs.For some reason, when the people around Jidu were gearing up to prepare for the spring sowing, some Cangwu people rushed to Xiangshan.

Like a mountain, there is no summer pasture.Moreover, Cangwu is the capital of the country, and most of the people in the city make a living by doing business.The people went up the mountain not to transfer to the pastoral area, but just for an outing.Climb high for an outing, and overlook the royal spring festival along the way.

The bustle of the mountains and plains, the bustling streets, the bustling traffic in the palace and the noon spring feast.

Only the southwestern bank of Wankong Lake is quiet.

"If you really want to go, you can go. Didn't you just go last year?" Feng Yi squatted under a crabapple tree not far from where the giant stone Jingting Gepan sat by the lake, resting her chin on the lake and waiting for orders.

"The more you lose your shape, you have to sit or stand, what does it look like to squat?" Xiu Luan stood beside him sternly, and reprimanded in a low voice.

"It's outrageous to sit. There's no reason for us to sit." Feng Yi retorted, and then sighed.

"Okay. I've been there last year to see it, so I don't mind if I don't go this year. The spring festival is not the same every year, and the rules are fixed."

"This year is different from last year." Feng Yi stared, looking up at her, "This year there is a middle palace. I missed the grand ceremony last month. I really want to see what amazing things she can do."

Xiu Luan also stared, with a stern voice, "You should use the word 'she' too? You're tired from putting your head on your neck, don't you want to take it off?"

Feng Yi shrank her neck subconsciously, "Don't say such words to scare people, I'm just talking casually here. Besides, the queen respects Mr., and comes to visit him every now and then. I think he's a good person to get along with. It’s beyond discussion like that.”

"You are really going back as you live. No matter how easy you get along, you are still in the middle palace. People come here to talk to Mr., not to you. We serve people as errands, we should remember that no matter how tall you stand, you are still tall, right? Let's be tall. Don't feel that you are close to the sky for a while, and you want to reach out for the stars. It is only a matter of others' words to ask you to step down from the high platform."

"You have a lot of reason." Feng Yi started to talk, and continued to look up, "But after all, Mr. is also a subject of our Wei Kingdom, a minister of the emperor, a meritorious counselor," Jing Tingge's greatest achievement so far, naturally It is to assist the new king to ascend to the Great Treasure, "Sir, you should go to the Spring Festival for Baiguan Dynasty, why should you avoid it?"

But Mr. is not one of the hundred officials.Xiu Luan thought to himself.A counselor is not an official name, and the husband is not on the official path.

"No one said that Mister shouldn't go." But in the end, he didn't say much, "Your Majesty has a will, and the Empress has personally invited her. It's Mister who wants to avoid it and doesn't want to go."

"Why don't you want to go, sir?"

It's better to go, it's awkward not to go.Xiuluan think again.But I don't know what is wrong with such a straightforward person like Mr.

I don't know.Just not sure.It's better to talk less.

She shook her head and pouted towards the lake, "You want to know so much, why don't you ask yourself?"

Feng Yi curled her lips, "It's the most difficult thing to discuss with you. The mouth is terribly strict." She still raised her face, and she saw the crabapple branches higher up on Xiuluan's head, it was only February, and the flowers were sparse After picking up some buds, I could see the new green clearly against the tile-blue sky, "It's still two months before I leave the flowers. The lake is full of flowers, and the man from Yuanlin Temple doesn't know what to think when he sees it."

Xiu Luan frowned, "What do you think? There are few flowers and plants by the Wankong Lake, so we can't plant some begonias?"

"These silk begonias are clearly—"

"If you continue to worry about like this," Xiu Luan interrupted, "Don't talk about your lord, Mr. Huihui will punish you and expel you, and I won't persuade you."

Feng Yi heaved a sigh of relief, having nothing to say, and finally felt a sore neck, so she lowered her head to look at the lake. "Just thawed. It's not finished yet. This small piece of ice is floating? Where can there be fish to feed?"

"Mr. feeds the fish to refresh the mind. If there is no one, there will be no one, just sit there." As I said this, I suddenly felt something wrong, "Why not? It is spring, the water temperature rises, and there are always fish lurking at the bottom of the lake for the winter. There are more or less some who came up alive.”

But it's been a long time, and indeed Jing Tingge has never been seen.She was suspicious, so she stepped up to the boulder by the lake.

"Didn't Mister find the fish shadow?"

Jing Tingge looked leisurely, or should I say lazy, staring at the ice surface of the lake with different luster under the sunny day, and answered after a while: "I'm afraid it's not time. Or are they all frozen to death? Can't wake up, and die forever. "

Today is the beginning of spring.Everyone is happy and everyone is looking forward to it. The word "death" is really disappointing and out of date.Xiu Luan pulled the corners of his mouth and forced a smile:
"The fish sink to the bottom to survive the winter, and every year they can't come up. But I have been in Cangwu for 21 years, and I haven't seen any ponds or lakes. When spring comes, the ice melts and no fish survives. Naturally, it's time No." She also looked at the faint blue water ripples under the sunny day, feeling happy again,

"The folks say that there are three seasons in the beginning of spring. The first time is when the east wind thaws, the second time is when the stinging insects start to vibrate, and the third time is when the fish bear ice. Bing. Sir, if you want to feed the fish, you will be able to do what you want in ten days.”

Jing Tingge listened carefully, and couldn't help laughing, "Is it really so accurate? Ruozhun, you saw me sitting with fish food earlier, why didn't you stop me?" Yibi shook his head and stood up, "Experience can only be used as a reference. It’s not true.” If everything in the world can be like this, follow the precedent and pinpoint it, and there is no need for future generations to use their brains.

Seeing her get up, Xiu Luan's heart moved slightly, and he asked tentatively: "The spring feast is about to begin. Your Majesty said a few days ago that the queen came yesterday to invite you to the spring festival with me. Let's go now Pack up and go?"

"No." Jing Tingge replied, turned around and walked towards Jingshuiwu, "Things that repeat every year, once is enough. Anything more is a waste of time."

And in what capacity did she attend the banquet?Adviser?All present here are important ministers, and the only female family member is the Empress of the Central Palace.There was no Ruan Moxi last year, so she went frankly and didn't feel wrong.This year is how to think how awkward.

After all, wrong.She lives in Wei Palace like this.Do you want to ask to move out?

Lunch was served in the still water dock as usual.Because it was his own small kitchen, and the servants were not sure whether Jing Tingge would go to the bite spring banquet, they always thought that they would probably go, and did not prepare any dishes related to Lichun.

She didn't care, she ate and drank, pacing back and forth in the side hall, looking at the three pianos on the wall.Then he took Duyou down and dialed a few tones.

It doesn't taste right.

So take a latte.Not so good.

Finally, the flying spring was removed, and it was like a clear spring flowing, but it was not in the same season as the silent lake under the floating ice outside the door.

Such an atmosphere is really not suitable for playing "Guangling Stopping Rest".She pouted.Nothing else.

The hustle and bustle on the other side is changing from thick to light.She carefully discerned, it should be the end of the spring banquet.

"Go to Chenxiang Terrace." Then he called Xiu Luan.I am full of tea and food, so it is not suitable for reading. It is good to go out for a few steps and climb up to see the bustle of the city.

The master and servant simply packed up and went out.Just walking to the cobblestone path by the lake, Feng Jia suddenly arrived.

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