Chapter 15: Don't you see Gao Tang Mingjing's sad white hair, green silk into snow 1

It should have been the most lonely noon on the street, but today it is unexpectedly bustling with people. The stalls along the street are all bundles of yellow and white money, as well as paper-coated deep house courtyards, and even small wooden dolls, wearing servants' clothes with respect.

"It's Zhongyuan Festival again. It's only at this time of the year that you don't expect it to come." Han Ruqi muttered. He led the Right Shence Army to patrol Xuanyang Square, saying that it was an inspection, but in fact, it was just a crowd, squeezed like the leaves in the rapids. He has always hated human beings and is almost bored to death.

Today is the Zhongyuan Festival, which is known as the Ghost Festival, but because of the Daji ban, the people dare not mention the word Ghost Festival in public. The women who bought sacrificial supplies and the street hawkers talked about Zhongyuan in the same caliber. If you ban ghosts and gods, you can't openly disobey the people's habit of sacrificing their ancestors for thousands of years, so this day can be regarded as extrajudial kindness.

In the past, Han Ruxu only felt that the wind of confetti blowing all over the street made people cry. He did not particularly care or reject it. Occasionally, he would buy some yellow and white money to burn it to express his sorrow. The only thing that needs to be sacrificed by his parents in the family is nothing more than the death of his mother.

"For that guy, this day is not bad." He snorted coldly and carefully avoided a lady who was well dressed in noble clothes. It is only New Year's Eve and Zhongyuan that can get these long-lived wives out of the door.

When I was a child, I also heard that the Zhongyuan Festival is the day when the door of the underworld is open. People in the Yangjian take this opportunity to burn paper money and clothes to their deceased relatives, and they can come to claim it separately. If you can see ghosts, you will be busy on this day, right?

The effect of ecstasy has long passed, otherwise he really wants to see his mother who has passed away during the worship. Maybe he can ask who killed her, and he can take revenge.

Thinking so nonsense, the crowd in front of him suddenly got up, and soon the crowd separated. A sloppy man holding something was running forward desperately with his waist and bumping into many people along the way. Han Ruxu couldn't make it. He stepped on his foot fiercely and scolded his mother in pain.

"It's not easy to see Lord Han in such a lively place." Then he raised his foot and rubbed it. Wei Tanyi had stood in front of him at some point, with a basket in his hand and a bundle of colorful paper under his arm.

"Do you think I'm willing to be here?" Han Ruqi shook his eyes angrily and said, "These ghosts have something to sell at their doorstep. They have gone so far." Yongningfang is located in the northeast corner of Tianwang City, while Xuanyangfang is in the west of the city. It takes more than half of the morning.

Wei Tanyi pointed to the basket: "Since the emperor imposed the ban, this thing can't be bought in ordinary stores." Han Ruqi looked at it. In addition to a pile of yellow money, there was also a black fist in the basket.

"This is stone paint, it's just in a box that covers people's ears," seeing that he was puzzled, Wei Tanyi explained, "It's worth it to go to the capital for the sake of stone paint."

Han Ruqi hummed and said, "What you do is a lifeless business." Unexpectedly, instead of refuting, Wei Tanyi hooked the corners of his mouth: "You're right."

In fact, it is well known that there are many printing and dyeing workshops in Xuanyang Square. Otherwise, the court would not have sent a forbidden army to patrol on the occasion of the Zhongyuan Festival. What they are afraid of is that the unrest people will take the opportunity to take action.

Looking at Wei Tanyi gradually moving away, an idea suddenly appeared in his heart - if he asked him to beg for ecstasy, he could see the master's wife, right?

It's just that the ecstasy fragrance is worth a lot according to him. How can it be easily given to people?

"That's right, Lord Han, I almost forgot," the person who walked far away suddenly turned back. "There is a feast tonight. Please be sure to come to our store."

"Eh?"

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On the nine-end high platform, a young man with white hair and gorgeous clothes was holding a staff with more than one person's height, one hand and two fingers close to his forehead, reciting something quickly.

The three floors inside and outside the stage are full of people, and they all read words, but they can't distinguish their content at all.

At the throne a hundred steps away from the high platform, the king of the dragon robe and the queen of the phoenix crown are sitting side by side, waiting anxiously for the result.

Dark clouds in the sky are spinning above the man's head on the nine-end high platform at a very slow speed.

This is a prayer ceremony related to the blood of the royal family, and there is no room for any mistakes. Every Qing child under the high platform at the ninth end was carefully screened, spent three months of training, and finally came here to pray to heaven.

It has been three years since the new king of Chu ascended the throne. Although he is in love with the queen, he has never had any children. The ministers went to the four directions to search for strong unmarried women and send them to the palace, but they still could not change the embarrassing situation of the royal family. When the king and minister were helpless, a doctor recommended a folk scholar to the king of Chu, claiming that this person could know everything and would be able to convey the wish of the king of Chu to the gods and seek a son for the State of Chu.

The king of Chu begged for his son and immediately summoned the man into the palace, promising a hundred gold.

"The grass people will be smashed to pieces by your majesty, and they will not hesitate." The young man knelt down to the king of Chu in the hall and promised to ask for a son for the king of Chu.

At that time, people were also surprised by his young Huafa. There were inquirers who answered that they had no salt since childhood, so their hair was white, but there was no way to know the truth. Later generations only know that he is the ancestor of Wu Dao, the surname of Wei, but more can't be obtained from history books.

Finally, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and a half-human-high flame rose from the nine-end high platform. The basalt altar was magnificent, and even the throne could be seen clearly. The king of Chu opened his eyes wide and poked out his head uneasily. The queen couldn't help clenched his handkerchief.

The flame gradually faded, and finally went out. The white-haired young man took the copper bottle prepared beside him to the altar, twisted some of the burned ashes, sprinkled them into the cup, and shook them gently. The auxiliary sacrifice, who had been waiting by the altar, understood that the great success had been completed, and immediately knelt down in the direction of the throne, shouting "Holy live", and thousands of children under the stage also shouted one after another. The sound of long live came one after another, and the flood rushed to the throne.

"Great! Heaven is pitiful and lonely." The king of Chu suddenly got up and couldn't get enough of excitement. The queen was also full of joy, and the jade hand gently put on the king of Chu's arm: "Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

Not long after, the white-haired young man came to the throne with a copper bottle and knelt down respectfully: "Prayer has been done. Your Majesty only needs to drink the divine water in the bottle and sleep with the Empress to get a son." At that moment, the servant took the copper bottle and presented it up.

"Wei Qing is really a lonely benefactor!" The king of Chu looked up and drank all the water in the bottle. He couldn't close his mouth with a smile. "When I become my father, I will reward you with the seventy cities of the State of Chu!"

The white-haired young man buried his head deeply: "Thank you for your grace."

"Come on, please get up quickly." The king of Chu came forward to help him up. The queen also took a few steps forward.

The white-haired young man stared at the king of Chu and turned his eyes to the queen. After a short pause, he bowed again: "Chus, congratulations to your majesty and the Empress."

The queen echoed the words of the king of Chu, nodded with a smile, but her wonderful eyes were full of indescrimenable feelings.

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Original poem: "Jing into the wine", you don't see it, the high hall bright mirror sad white hair, the morning is like green silk and evening into snow.