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Chapter 1089: Soup with a Spoon

Yunxiao looked at his sisters moving nimbly among the stalls, and suddenly felt a letter in his sleeve getting slightly warm.

She twisted the letter lightly with her fingertips. The content written on it was "Fairy Yunxiao, the old lady wants to organize some female relatives to go to Qianzhou to inform Jinyu to return to Hengzhou. Now Dongjun is about to leave. Fairy, do you want to go with him?"

There is a black plum blossom painted at the signature, which is the plum blossom paper that Wei Zifu often used.

Later, Yunxiao somehow came along with his two younger sisters and some female Taoists from the Jiejiao sect.

"Sister, can we go to the teahouse in front and sit down?"

"I heard that Qiandu's sweet-scented osmanthus wine should be paired with Jiuquhongmei tea cups. Let's go and try it."

Bixiao came over with an armful of New Year's goods, the new kingfisher hairpin in her hair trembling.

Yunxiao looked at the icicles hanging from the eaves of the teahouse, and suddenly remembered that Su Ye didn't seem to like sweets, but had a special liking for the Yunwu tea produced in Hengzhou.

"Let's take a look around. I think the cinnabar paste in the rouge shop in front is pretty good. I can buy some and send it back to Tiandi Mountain."

She shook her head slightly and put the letter in her sleeve.

"Sister, are you going to bring a gift to the Duke of Zhenguo? I heard that men in Qianzhou wear five-colored silk ribbons on New Year's Eve. Why don't you..."

Qiong Xiao suddenly grabbed the corner of her sleeve, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

Before he finished speaking, he heard a commotion coming from the street corner. He saw a dozen naughty children running around holding bamboo horse lanterns. The leader of the children accidentally bumped into an old scholar who was selling Spring Festival couplets, and the whole basket of red paper scattered all over the ground.

"You little bastards are courting death!"

The old Hanlin was so angry that his beard was shaking. Just as he was about to bend down to pick up the paper, he saw a white hand had already picked up the gold-sprinkled red paper before him.

Yunxiao's ears turned a little red. The hand holding the pen paused, and suddenly he wrote the four words "Tianjie Jiangxue" on the red paper. His brush strokes were as fast as a dragon and a phoenix, and he actually condensed the ink-splashed landscape on the paper.

The old Hanlin was stunned and was about to thank her, but he saw that the fairy-like girl had turned around and disappeared into the crowd, leaving only a wisp of faint fragrance, which was like sandalwood but not sandalwood. It was more like the snow lotus from the top of Kunlun Mountain mixed with ambergris from the East China Sea.

"Big sister is so biased!"

Bixiao pouted and shook her sleeve.

"In previous years, I would spend three months to ask you for a painting, but today you are willing to write Spring Festival couplets for a stranger."

Yunxiao just smiled without saying anything, his fingertips brushing across the jade pendant at his waist. This jade pendant was given to him by Su Ye when they first met. It felt warm to the touch, just like the warmth of that person's palm.

She suddenly remembered that when she was observing the stars last night, a new star suddenly lit up next to the Purple Palace, which corresponded to the location of Qianzhou.

"You guys go and have fun, but remember to return to the mansion that Shenwu Hall has prepared for us before the evening hour."

Yunxiao stuffed the sound transmission note into Bixiao's palm. When he turned around, his wide sleeves brushed against the bamboo stand selling lanterns, causing the carp lanterns on the stand to sway in panic.

"I'll be back as soon as I go."

She avoided the crowd and used her inner strength of the Heavenly Man Realm. In the blink of an eye, she landed on the back wall of the Prince's Mansion. Just as she was about to go in, she suddenly heard a light laugh coming from inside the wall. She was so startled that she almost fell into the snow.

"Since Fairy Yunxiao is here, why don't you just go through the main entrance?"

Jingwei leaned against a plum tree holding a sword, his iron armor reflecting the snow and shining coldly.

"Lord Dongjun is admiring plum blossoms with the lord in the warm pavilion. Fairy, would you like to go with them?"

Yunxiao looked at the new wintersweet pinned on Jingwei's hair and suddenly felt a bitter taste in his mouth. This plum blossom was originally pinned on Wei Zifu by Su Ye himself, and now it has become a popular pattern in Qiandu City.

"Is Fairy Yunxiao here to give you a New Year gift? The master was still talking about the cloud tea in the fairy's hand yesterday."

She was about to speak when she saw Xuanwu coming out of the corridor carrying an iron mace and speaking in a muffled voice.

Yunxiao made a gesture with her fingertips and replaced the green porcelain jar in the food box with tea leaves, then followed Jingwei to the inner courtyard. When passing the veranda, she caught a glimpse of an unopened newspaper on the green jade table, with the seal of the word Wei printed on it, thinking it was a letter from home in Hengzhou. A sweet and warm scent of agarwood mixed with storax wafted from the warm room. Yunxiao stood outside the Xiangfei bamboo curtain and suddenly heard the sound of porcelain coming from the inner room, mixed with the clear laughter of Dongjun, which really sounded like a bride pouring wine for her husband.

She exhaled lightly, placed the food box on the jade table, and when she turned around, her wide sleeves brushed across the "Map of Qianzhou" on the table, startling the glass lamp and causing it to jump three times.

"On behalf of the disciples of Jiejiao, Yunxiao wishes the Duke of Zhenguo a happy and healthy New Year."

She bowed gracefully in front of the bamboo curtain, the silver hairpin in her hair glowing warmly in the snow.

The charcoal basin in the warm room was burning brightly, and the fragrance of agarwood mixed with styrax weaved a dense web in the air. Feiyan held a gold-inlaid spoon and stirred the celadon bowl. A few wolfberries floated in the milky white soup, which looked like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

"Your Highness, please try this Matsutake Black Chicken Soup."

She picked up half a spoon with the tip of the gilded dagger, and the silver light reflected a colorful halo.

"This is what Feiyan specially asked the Yin-Yang School's disciples to use the Fire Separation Technique to simmer for a full hour. It is the best way to warm up and replenish vital energy."

Su Ye leaned on the Xiangfei bamboo couch, tapping the green jade table with his fingertips. The unopened Wei Zitang newspaper on the table rustled in the warm breeze, which seemed to echo the clear sound of snowflakes hitting the glazed tiles outside.

Suddenly, he saw Yunxiao's wide sleeves fluttering across the bamboo curtain, and the silver hairpin in her hair caused ripples in the snow light, and the corners of his lips unconsciously curled up into a smile.

"Fairy Yunxiao has arrived just in time."

He raised his hand to indicate that he didn't need to be polite, but his eyes were on her bunted hair.

"I remember that the Taoists have the custom of 'bathing orchid soup on the small year'. Fairy, would you like to try the craftsmanship of the Yin-Yang family?"

Yunxiao's ears turned slightly red, and her fingertips unconsciously stroked the jade pendant around her waist. This jade pendant was tied to the ribbon for her by Su Ye himself at the Hengzhou Observatory during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year.

At that time, white cranes were flying around the tower all over the city. He held the cup and said with a smile, "Fairies should wear Kunlun jade", which made her forget to refuse.

"The Duke of Zhenguo is joking."

She placed the food box gently on the table, and the celadon jar and the glass cup made a clear sound when they collided.

"We Taoist disciples have always been practicing asceticism, but I am sorry to make you laugh, Your Highness."

Before he finished speaking, Feiyan suddenly picked up a jade spoon and scooped up half a cup of soup. The spoon reflected the shadow of the Big Dipper under the candlelight.

"Fairy Yunxiao doesn't know."

Feiyan covered her lips with her sleeve and smiled softly, the nine-Di crown and eastern pearls in her hair shone brightly.

"This soup bowl is made of secret colored porcelain specially made by the Yin-Yang family. It is perfect for observing the stars. Your Highness, please take a look—"

She shook her wrist slightly, and the soup spread out on the porcelain wall to form a star map, which was exactly the Purple Palace in the night sky of Qiandu at that moment.

Su Ye's eyes moved slightly as he looked at the fair wrist in Yunxiao's hand. The five-colored silk ribbon wrapped around her wrist was still stained with the sweet fragrance of the rouge shop in the West Market, which was intertwined with the ambergris in the warm room.

Yunxiao's fingertips trembled slightly, and he suddenly remembered the strange phenomenon he saw when stargazing last night. The new star next to Ziweiyuan became brighter, which just matched the temperature of Su Ye's palm at this moment.

She was about to speak when she saw Feiyan pick up the silver scissors and cut the candle flame with a "click". The bursting candle flame blossomed into a golden lotus in the air.

"Your Highness, do you know that the Yin-Yang School's classics record that—"

Feiyan suddenly took up their folded hands and drew lines on their palms with cinnabar using her fingertips.

"If a couple eats plum blossom shortbread on New Year's Eve, they will surely have a baby next year."

As she spoke, her wide sleeves brushed across the Boshan stove on the desk. Green smoke curled up from the hollow cloud and thunder patterns, and condensed into the shape of a fat baby in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)