There was a sudden sound in a corner of the East Market, and dust rose up, attracting a lot of attention.
Then I heard that the courtyard wall in an alley collapsed, and soon no one paid attention to it.
Then there was a commotion on the main street of Dongshi. Someone was shouting "Girl Shi Shi", which caused people all over the street to shout "Girl Shi Shi".
The bank is on the main street, but it is located to the west, and facing south is the "Fu Shou An" on the first floor of Chang'an.
Legend has it that it is the best restaurant in Chang'an, and it cooks the best dishes in the world. The cook there is not an imperial chef, but he is often invited to the palace to cook for the emperor.
Among the East Market, this restaurant called "Fu Shou An" is undoubtedly the leader, with the greatest reputation and the best reputation. The "Shishi Girl" that the people call her is invited by "Fu Shou An" to prepare for the lantern show.
The commotion outside was overwhelming. This was the first time Bai Song saw her. He stood at the door watching the excitement like the other guys. He couldn't help but ask, "What is Miss Shishi's background?"
The guys all came from Youzhou and didn't know anything about it.
A carriage stopped in front of us, and Miss Mingyue happened to be here. Today, she was personally delivered by the madam from Yingyue Tower. This old madam also wanted to see the scene tonight and see what kind of style her own Mingyue could create.
The old bustard heard Bai Song asking about Shishi in the car, and got out of the car and said: "This girl Shishi is amazing. In recent years, she is recognized as the number one oiran in Chang'an. It is said that she has blood from the Western Regions, and she looks like that
"Shui Ling, I wonder how many literati wrote poems and lyrics for her? Her origins are also very mysterious. Some say her name is Li Shishi, while others say her name is Liu Shishi. I can't even figure out her last name."
After hearing this, Bai Song pinched his chin and murmured to himself: "In ancient times, anyone who could be called 'Shishi' must have been a brothel girl, and must have been an oiran. It's really strange."
The old bustard arrived at the entrance of the bank, looked back at the excitement diagonally opposite, and sighed with emotion: "Oh, I didn't expect Fu Shou'an to invite Miss Shishi. I'm afraid there will be no suspense for the Mid-Autumn Festival tonight. It must be this Miss Shishi who won the lottery.
oh."
Bai Song frowned, and the madam realized that she had said the wrong thing, and quickly slapped her lips hypocritically: "Look at my mouth, I should be beaten! The competition hasn't started yet. We can't build up other people's ambitions and destroy our own prestige. The same goes for my Mingyue.
No need to give in too much, it will still have to be seen on the spot."
Mingyue also came under the eaves, looking at the scene of thousands of people over there, and then looking at the deserted surroundings, her pressure increased sharply, and her face became more sad.
Bai Song smiled at Mingyue: "Don't be nervous, just perform your own performance, others have nothing to do with us."
Mingyue bowed and saluted: "Mingyue will do her best."
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It's mid-afternoon and dusk is approaching.
It's not yet night in Chang'an, but the city of lights is looming.
Looking down from the clouds, thousands of lights are scattered like chess pieces on a chessboard. They gradually connect from dots to lines, and from lines to planes, turning into dazzling stars in the entire world, becoming the most eye-catching place in the world.
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This is an incomparable vastness in Jixian County, Youzhou. The thousand-year-old city seems to have put on the most gorgeous clothes. Various colored lights connect the streets and alleys, decorating the rivers and canals. Under the lights, the street scene shines brightly in the daytime, overshadowing the many majestic palaces in the imperial city.
Every tourist who goes out holds a lantern in his hand, which reflects the lotus lanterns on the water canals in Chang'an and echoes each other.
Under the night, the gentlemen and young ladies gradually closed the distance between each other, enjoying the rare skin-to-skin contact in the name of admiring the lanterns.
People who were reluctant to buy candied haws for their children on weekdays were willing to give up their copper coins to stuff their children's mouths with candied haws tonight, searching for things they liked and were interested in amid the constant shouting.
Wild cats and dogs also joined the feast and guarded the entrances of various restaurants. They found that the diners tonight were particularly generous and there were always endless bones to pick up.
Flower boats were swimming on the Yong'an River, crossing the north and south. Tourists on the river banks were shouting and shouting. The young master was excited and recited poems, and the young lady responded enthusiastically.
In the bustling world of lights, the carnival in Dongshi has not yet begun.
The two most lively places for the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival are one in Dongshi and one on both sides of the Yong'an River.
The merchants in the East Market have already made preparations for tonight's performance and for their fame in the future.
The stage for the performance was at the east entrance of Dongshi. It was so crowded that even a wild cat couldn't get through the gap.
The stage hasn't been set up yet, and the time hasn't come yet. Each merchant has already organized people to sit down at their respective seats.
Naturally, Bai Song also called the bank clerks and told them to close the door quickly and go to the stage.
Bai Song had already taken Mingyue to grab the position first.
Qing'er stood back to see if anything had been left behind. After everyone left, he was about to close the door when he found a small figure still in the corner of the shop, tapping away at a drawing board with a charcoal pen.
"Master Yu, what are you doing? Why don't you leave?"
Yu Qingqing held a pen in one hand and her cheek in the other. She had not been in high spirits since she came back from the book club.
As Bai Song's follower, he knew clearly that Bai Song had left, but he remained unmoved.
Yu Qingqing looked back at Qing'er and said calmly: "It hasn't started yet, I want to sit down again."
"I'm afraid I won't be able to squeeze through now."
"Hey, if you can't see it, just stop reading. There's nothing strange about it."
Qing'er was greatly surprised, wondering why this young master who loved fun and excitement suddenly changed his temper?
Qing'er also knew in her heart that this was a little girl who liked Bai Song. This look must have touched her somewhere and made her sulky.
Qing'er thought for a while and found some words to calm her down.
Qing'er spoke very seriously, but she didn't know that Yu Qingqing in front of her didn't listen at all.
When Yu Qingqing heard about the past between Chen Xirong and Bai Song, she felt envious in her heart. She thought about all the encounters with Bai Song even when she had nothing to do. Among them, what warmed her heart the most was the sketch that she regarded as a treasure.
But a painting is still a painting no matter how much I miss it. As I thought about it, my mind drifted back to yesterday when we were working on a case together. I thought of Bai Song using a charcoal pen to rub clues on the door panel, and I felt a little admiration in my heart again.
While I was thinking about it, the pen in my hand also imitated Bai Song's way of smearing back and forth on his drawing paper when he was investigating the case.
After she applied it inadvertently, she unexpectedly made some rubbings from her small drawing board. They were all eggs she had painted in the past few days.
Big ones, small ones, round ones, flat ones, scattered all over the drawing paper, some overlapping each other, some upside down, all the egg shadows are superimposed, which looks a bit funny.
"Huh..." Yu Qingqing sighed slightly, lowered her head and felt helpless, thinking to herself why she came to draw eggs every day? In the end, Bai Song was still cruel to her. Are all talented men so inhumane?
"Hmph! If it weren't for that painting and that water-melody song, you think I would be willing to serve you!"
Yu Qingqing stood up angrily and couldn't help but curse.
Qing'er was startled, but it was funny at the same time, knowing that this little girl was talking about being mean, and when she saw Mr. Bai, she became a follower who couldn't be beaten away.
"Let's go!" Qing'er persuaded her kindly.
Yu Qingqing felt less depressed, nodded dullly, and turned around to leave.
At this moment, Yu Qingqing suddenly thought of something, and her small body was nailed to the spot like a wooden stake.
Qing'er saw his expression changed drastically and asked, "What's wrong?"
Yu Qingqing didn't answer, her eyes were just contemplative, but she murmured to herself: "Shui Diao Ge Tou, Shui Diao Ge Tou..."
As I was thinking about it, I suddenly turned my head and looked at my drawing board, looking at the layered egg shadows on it. It seemed to be transparent for a moment, and my face was stained with a flush. Then I looked at the charcoal pen on the ground and suddenly screamed.
A cry: "Ah! I know!"
After saying that, Yu Qingqing jumped three feet, grabbed the charcoal pen on the ground like crazy, and rushed out of the store.
"Master Yu, what's wrong with you?"
Qing'er shouted and chased her. When she got to the door, she took a look and found that Yu Qingqing was walking completely opposite to the stage.
"The stage is at the east entrance!"
"Sister Qing'er, you go first, I'll come find you later!"
Leaving behind a sentence, the little girl spent her whole life running towards one place!
Her destination is Yongxing College!
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Unlike the people who flock to the lively streets, Yongxing College is very deserted, with very few people except for the colorful lanterns along the way.
When we arrived at the entrance of the college, we couldn't hear any noise.
The college has not started yet, the college door is locked, and Yu Qingqing does not have the key.
However, the walls of the college are not high, and there is a hollow plum blossom pattern in the middle for easy climbing.
Yu Qingqing didn't care about the danger or dignity, and climbed over the wall directly into the inner courtyard of the college, and went straight to the study room where the last exam was held.
The layout of the exam that day had not changed. Yu Qingqing found the desk in the corner where Bai Song had sat that day, then took out a brand new piece of paper and took out the more important half of a charcoal pen.
The little girl was very serious, unprecedentedly serious. When she sat on Bai Song's seat and spread a piece of paper, her hands were trembling with nervousness.
"call……"
Yu Qingqing took a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm, and then put the charcoal pen on the paper with the same force as when smearing on the drawing board before, and began to look for the answer bit by bit!
The wind blew away the dust, and the gray marks on the paper slowly unfolded like the most gorgeous picture scroll in the world.
The little girl finally saw the lyrics that could make the world eclipse again. Her incomplete memory was sorted together, and she was so excited that she shed tears.
The little girl was half crying, reading loudly in the deserted study room.
When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky.
I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid that it's freezing in the beautiful buildings and jade buildings at high places. I dance to clear my shadow, how can I feel like I'm in the human world?
Turning around the Zhu Pavilion, looking down at the door, the light shines on the sleepless people. There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. It is difficult to do this in ancient times. I hope that people will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart.
[The author has something to say]
Today’s extra update! Yu 7! The plot that has been designed for more than half a month is finally revealed! I wonder if you are satisfied with this arrangement? Then there are suggestions from the readers. This is difficult to do because each platform restricts the readership.
To prevent authors from taking away the traffic of the platform, it is difficult to think of a more convenient way of communication for the time being.