After Su Man reminded him, Zheng Qing suddenly realized that there was also a Jiang family mansion in the west of Beta Town.
Jiang Yu tweaked the long hair that fell from his ears and smiled slightly: "There are no elders on the island at home, only a few of us who are incompetent. In addition, I am still a witch, so I am not qualified to be the principal priest... As for the auxiliary priests, I can just leave it to the elderly in the mansion to deal with. If I go, I will only cause trouble for them."
Zheng Qing nodded solemnly.
Although he didn't know what a sacrificial ritual is or why the witch was not qualified to be a sacrificial ritual, he sensitively realized that at this time, he was the best reaction to remain silent.
The head maid in Qingqiu Mansion did not continue to get entangled in this issue. After saluting slightly, he turned his back and led two young wizards into the door.
The Qingqiu Mansion on the Spring Festival is more lively than usual, but it is still within Zheng Qing's perception. After all, he spent New Year's Eve here.
The only thing that made him feel novel was today's small garden.
All kinds of flowers, which were only charming during the day, began to compete for beauty at night today. I don’t know what magic the witches used on them. Tonight, each of the flowers in the garden began to shine. From the stamens to the petals, bloomed colorful faint light under the night, hanging on the branches, as if small lanterns of different shapes were floating in the night.
The flower sperm shook their transparent membrane wings, and happily shuttled among the flowers, collecting the glowing pollen in each cluster of stamens, and then leaving the dew they brewed for a long time on the petals.
This kind of joy infects everyone passing by the small garden.
So Zheng Qing did not notice that the owner of Qingqiu Mansion was standing at the exit of the small garden. Naturally, he did not notice that another small orange lantern in his hand fell into the hands of Congressman Su Da.
"You're determined."
Su Shijun fiddled with the little orange lantern floating in front of him, and nodded with satisfaction: "Although I'm past 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 have a casual glance at Jiang Yu.
"...But since you have already delivered it, I'm disrespectful. Just so happens, I haven't figured out what gift to buy for Dongdong today. This little orange lantern is good."
As she said that, she looked at Zheng Qing as if inquiring: "Don't you mind if I'm giving this lamp to Dongdong? After all..."
She blinked, as if she didn't need to continue saying the following words.
Zheng Qinggan stared at him, unable to react for a moment what to say.
How to say it.
Originally, this lamp was to be given to Boseidong, but after the intervention of Congressman Su, although the lamp was given to Boseidong in the end, the lamp did not seem to be given to Boseidong.
This is not a tongue twister.
But it gave Zheng Qing a headache than a tongue twister.
"No, don't mind."
He was slow and realized that the answer was extremely inappropriate, and immediately corrected in a low voice: "I mean, this lamp is for Poseidon..."
Perhaps because of the momentum of the MPs and the great wizard in the Moonless Parliament, Zheng Qing's voice became extremely low because of guilt, so he suspected that there might not be a second person present except himself who heard his slightly weak rebuttal.
Su Ya, holding Bosedong, got out of some corner, stood beside Su Shijun with aura, looked at the frightened male witch with contempt, and then took the small orange lantern from the owner of the mansion.
Boseidong hugged Xiaoju Lantern with great enthusiasm and twitched his nose hard, as if he wanted to suck all the fragrance emitted by the Xiaoju Lantern into his stomach.
"Also, you're here today."
Su Shijun obviously didn't care about the witch's low argument. She lowered her head and scratched Bosedong's ears, then took the Chenglu plate from the maid next to her and handed it to Zheng Qing: "...I was thinking about what to do with the Yuan Festival tonight, and you will be responsible for it. Your identity is just right."
Zheng Qing didn't understand how he was an "unmarried person" and didn't know what the "Shangyuan Festival" had to pay attention to.
But he knew very well that the important thing of sacrifice was by no means a field that he could fool. Especially the sacrifices of wizards, every move was filled with magical feedback, and it was definitely not something that an inexperienced wizard like him could do.
"I never..."
"Everyone never knows how to know."
Su Shijun interrupted the boy's unquestionable vehement with an unquestionable voice: "And it's just a few very simple rituals that won't waste too much time... You have other things 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 looked sideways, looking at the colorful "little lanterns" in the small garden seriously, and seemed to have not noticed the conversation here at all.
He swallowed a little, gritted his teeth, put his finger into Chenglu's plate, and washed it briefly.
The dew was cold and he shivered.
A maid handed him a hot towel at the right time, cleaned his face and wiped his hands. Then another maid came to him with a tray. There was a Lantern Festival in the porcelain plate in the tray, and a pair of bamboo chopsticks were placed next to it.
No one prompted.
Zheng Qing hesitated, picked up the chopsticks, picked up the Lantern Festival and ate it.
The very classic black sesame dumplings have just the right sweetness, viscosity and temperature, which makes Zheng Qing, who doesn't like eating this kind of food, unable to help but savor its taste.
The third maid came forward with a piece of tortoise shell, and a hole had been drilled on it.
Zheng Qing silently recited the spell, summoned a cluster of spiritual flames, and came to the tortoise shell, burning the holes of all sizes according to the most basic calculation order. In just a short time, a slight and fine beeping sound came from the tortoise shell, which was the sound of the tortoise shell cracking under the flames.
A series of winding cracks emerged in the sound of cracks, connecting the holes together.
However, a strange expression gradually appeared on Zheng Qing's face.
When the cracked sound stopped, the male witch felt a little amused. Because after the crisscrossing cracks on the tortoise shell were connected, four very clear small seal scripts were displayed - good luck!
Without Bu Xiangchang, he never had it.
There is no such word as inscription!
Zheng Qing dared to use the little green snake in his ears to make a bet that this tortoise shell would have been touched. Just like the coins he had eaten during the Chinese New Year, it was the same truth.
"very good!"
Su Shijun smiled and took the tortoise shell, then took out a bunch of willow branches from somewhere and handed them to Zheng Qing: "Put it on the door... Yes, it's there, it doesn't need to be too high."