"What are you still thinking about? Why do you look so distracted?" After getting the person into the carriage, Chu Xun saw Zhang Qingjiu frowning and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Isn't it obvious that this matter is developing in a good direction? Tomorrow, you can hear people praising "Princess Shaoqing is a strange woman who values love and justice" in the streets and alleys. This girl is still confused.
What?
"You just said... offering incense?" Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes.
"Yeah, what? Do you want me to build an ancestral hall for you?" Chu Xun chuckled, thinking that Zhang Qingjiu was thinking of the "hard" days when he went out to set up a stall, "It also saves us, Mr. Zhang, from the sun.
It’s raining.”
"That's not right." Zhang Qingjiu shook his head slowly.
This world is not right.
It was because she had entered into a misunderstanding before.
What she had always thought before was that whether it was the fate-changing change that happened to Chu Lan, or the treacherous formations used to absorb the luck of the world, or the reason why the Yongfang Mirror in Wanrou's place existed, maybe it was because
There are people in this world who also know the art of deduction, or perhaps it is by chance that she is not the only one who came here from the Chinese mainland.
But if you think about it in a different way, maybe all this is not so complicated.
The reason why people offer incense is to seek blessings from gods, so once they offer incense, it will definitely produce the power of incense, and this kind of thing, to another extent, is called the power of faith.
She has clearly felt the power of faith twice in this world, once when Wu Changwei repaid her for saving her life, and once when Su Zijin thanked her for saving her life. Although it also happened after that, it was no longer so obvious.
.
But with just this little bit, her soul body, which is missing every soul, can become angry. If the power of incense and wishing continues, someone can make their soul body become stronger for life!
And the power of this incense and desire, the more extraordinary the person's life is, the more it can produce!
so……
"What's wrong?" Seeing her like this, Chu Xun couldn't help but suppress the smile on his face, "What's wrong?"
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Qingjiu turned to look at Chu Xun, with an unprecedented seriousness in his expression, "Our great emblem... but every household worships gods?"
"Huh?" Chu Xun seemed stunned for a moment, "What are you talking about? Since the founding of the country, Dahui has been blessed by gods. Although I don't necessarily believe in ghosts and gods, the gods that should be enshrined are naturally
Worship, of course it is necessary to worship during every festive season and New Year.”
Hearing Chu Xun's serious words, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.
Even an open-minded and well-informed person like Chu Xun has such thoughts and practices. In other words, even a "disbelieving" person like him will do this subconsciously. It is conceivable that
How could others not do that?
"So, since the founding of the People's Republic of China, Dahui has required every household to start offering sacrifices?"
"Of course not." Chu Xun sneered, "How can I, Da Hui, strictly require this kind of thing? It's just a custom that has always been there."
Has it always been there? So...
Reaching out to open the curtain, Zhang Qingjiu took a deep breath of fresh air outside, but she ignored it.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Zhang Qingjiu like this, Chu Xun couldn't help but worry, "But what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay." Zhang Qingjiu waved her hand, she had to go back and sort out these things.
If everything is as she thought, then the so-called people in the sky may not be illusory, and the so-called Penglai Island also needs to be visited. There must be traces of the power of so many beliefs.
Chu Xun saw that Zhang Qingjiu's expression had softened a bit, and he smiled and patted her shoulder, "Don't think too much, the banquet is coming soon. Why don't you tell me what interesting things will happen tonight?"
"The limelight that day was not enough?" Zhang Qingjiu glanced at him.
Chu Xun laughed loudly, waved the folding fan in his hand, unfolded it with a "swish", and raised his chin, "If this kind of limelight comes again, it will be okay."
Zhang Qingjiu glanced at his fan, which was swinging extremely happily, and chuckled: "Then I will really disappoint Wangyan. Everything tonight is just a small fight, and there is no limelight for you."
This banquet was specially arranged by Chu Wei for Murong Qingwan, Murong Yunfei, and Murong Xiaoxiao. In addition, the only people invited were Chu Lan, Chu Xun, and Zhang Qingjiu, so it was also
There was no more fanfare and it was set up in Fengyi Hall.
In Chu Xun's words, Quan thought this was a "family banquet."
"You are all related, so it seems inappropriate for me to come to this banquet, right?" At the entrance of Fengyi Palace, Zhang Qingjiu looked at the table that was not even separated from the seats, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
.
"You're already here, are you telling me this?" Chu Xun slapped Zhang Qingjiu with his fan in a funny manner, "You are so thick-skinned anyway, what are you afraid of?"
Zhang Qingjiu:......
"Many people say that I look similar to my mother."
"Well, it's quite similar." Chu Xun nodded.
"I will tell her what you just said." Zhang Qingjiu glanced at him and quickly stepped into the palace.
Tell her...what?
Chu Xun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood something. He twitched the corner of his mouth and hurriedly chased after him, "Hey, how could you do this? I didn't mean it like that. I didn't say your mother was thick-skinned. Don't go in front of your mother.
Nonsense..."
"Don't I look like my mother?" Zhang Qingjiu kept walking, with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"I'm not... Hey, you girl." Chu Xun's face suddenly turned as bitter as a bitter gourd, and finally he smiled helplessly, "Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you. That's why I was talking nonsense. The reason why you, Mr. Xiao Zhang, can
I came to this banquet, firstly, because you are the biggest contributor to this case, secondly, you are the savior of Prince Qiudi, and as for these three..."
Having said this, Chu Xun folded and raised his fan, pointed somewhere in the room, and raised the corners of his lips, "Don't you and I become a family sooner or later?"
Looking in the direction he was pointing, Chu Lan, wearing a moon-white silver robe with dark patterns and floral patterns, happened to come out of the inner hall.
His body is upright, his posture is tall, and his every move exudes dignity.
Perhaps he noticed that someone was looking at him, Chu Lan frowned slightly and turned around.
Zhang Qingjiu wanted to look away, but in the end it was a step too late.
The moment their eyes met, she found that the man's eyes gradually became gentle and dark from the beginning, and finally seemed to be shining with a little starlight, as tender as water, and like spring breeze blowing over the fence, sincere and warm, gentle and gentle.