On May 4, Rong Wenyuan and his entourage arrived at the Jiangdu Post House at noon, and after bathing, they had a light meal.

Wen Yuan shook his head and resolutely refused to allow it, but said, "You can't make a mistake without you." Go back to the bedroom and rest for a while, look at your little face—you're almost skinny. ”

Looking at Yan Bing's haggard appearance, he couldn't help but feel distressed, he vomited so badly when he was on the boat, he was hungry and thin, and she finally went ashore and refused to rest, how could this work?

Seeing his wife's hesitant look, Wen Yuan thought about it for a while, and asked in a begging tone: "It's the Dragon Boat Festival tomorrow, and I haven't eaten the dim sum you made for a few days, can the lady stay in the post house and make two or three zongzi for me?" I'm greedy, and I really want to. ”

"Zongzi? Hey, okay. Yan Bing saw that he said pitifully, and he really couldn't help much in finding people, so she nodded in response.

After sending her husband away, Yan Bing first went to the kitchen to prepare candied fruits, dumpling leaves and other things, and then soaked glutinous rice in cold water, and then went back to the room to take a nap. After the lunch break, the rice was not yet soaked, so she simply chopped the minced meat, added shiitake mushrooms, egg yolk and seasoned it, and made a meat sauce.

She was afraid that Wen Yuan would not eat visible red meat, so she was going to use meat sauce to make salty zongzi - pillow-style four-corner salty and fragrant fresh meat dumplings, and then a kind of molasses rhyme fruit rice dumplings, and the two flavors would come together.

Later, Yan Bing also took the time to make two diamond-shaped sachets with wormwood, calamus, cinnabar, realgar and other materials, and tied a bunch of colorful longevity threads that were prayed for during the Dragon Boat Festival and tied them to her arms, which can be regarded as a scene.

When Wen Yuan went home in the evening, he saw Yan Bing playing with the sachet, one blue and one red, with a small and delicate five-color silk thread.

"This is for me, isn't it?" He took the royal blue one and tied it around his waist.

"You're really welcome, can't you have both of them for me?" Yan Bing glared at her husband obliquely, then tied the red one herself, and then walked to the outside table and beckoned, "Come and eat zongzi, see if it suits your taste." ”

"Isn't it delicious that you're cooking?" Wen Yuan asked with a shallow smile, and then while eating zongzi, she told Sù Yanbing that she was most concerned about the problem, and she had no special harvest from checking her household registration in the afternoon.

Yan Bing couldn't help but sigh when she heard this, and guessed, "Could it be that it won't be in Jiangdu?" ”

"If the county government can't find it, you have to go back to the ** county to find it, but I suspect that there is a problem with the household registration," Wen Yuan chewed on the soft glutinous and salty zongzi, and frowned almost without knowing the taste, "This kind of long-term and large-scale behavior must have bought some officials to open the door of convenience, or release them at checkpoints or set up household registration skillfully."

Hearing this, Yan Bing immediately thought of Diao's desire to adopt her, and said with a flash of inspiration: "For example, pretending that a certain girl is sold by her biological parents to cover up the traces? ”

"Well, it's possible," Wen Yuan replied casually, raised his eyes and suddenly found that his wife was pouring realgar wine into the celadon wine cup, and hurriedly raised his arm to hold her palm, and stopped, "Eh, don't drink it." ”

Yan Bing showed a puzzled look, and asked inexplicably: "How can you not drink realgar wine during the Dragon Boat Festival?" "What's more, I didn't find my cousin, and I was in a bad mood, and I wanted to drink two cups.

Wen Yuan replied with a serious face: "Your little day has been postponed for a few days, just in case." Don't use the musk-scented sweat towel either. ”

"......" Yan Bing was stunned for a moment, and then she was speechless - worthy of being a judge of Dali Temple? With such a subtle observation, I even remember my wife's menstrual days clearly, embarrassed or not, you say embarrassed or not!

Later, Yan Bing was presented with a pomegranate flower fan drawn by him as a sachet in return, and she suddenly felt even more embarrassed when she looked at the big red flower that meant having many children and blessings.

"The pressure is great...... Yan Bing bitterly steamed bun face, Nuo Nuo said, "In case, in case it is because of the fatigue of the boat and the car, the body is tired, so it is postponed...... What to do? ”

"What pear? Mountain, reach? Are the words you learned from your dreams? Wen Yuan didn't understand the first half of her words, and wanted to ask, but seeing that she was pretending to be stupid and didn't want to say more, he simply smiled, "If it's just delayed, just wait, and see if you need to ask a doctor to check your pulse in a few days." Painting pomegranate flowers is just a Dragon Boat Festival custom, don't think about it. ”

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Early the next morning, when the two of them were about to go out to watch the dragon boat race, Wen Yuan picked a pomegranate flower in the courtyard of the post house and carefully inserted it into the plain ingot bun of Yan Bing's comb for decoration.

The red shirt and yellow dress with red flowers are also good-looking, but ...... Seeing pomegranate flowers again, it's hard not to think about it!

Because she was hiding in her heart whether she could get pregnant, and thinking about Li Manman, although she saw the dragon boat race in the empty alley for the first time, Yan Bing was still not very interested.

She spent most of her time in the crowd to see if there was a little lady with a similar figure, but she found nothing.

After the dragon boat race, Wen Yuan and the others went back to the post house to repair a little, and set off again at dusk, and went to Xieyang Lake in the north of the city to watch a chic flower fighting party that would last all night.

The name is Douhua, in fact, this flower is not the other flower, it is actually the meaning of "Oiran".

On the Xieyang Lake, a high platform was set up for people to perform, and the most prestigious thirty green buildings in Jiangdu City each sent two Jiao Niang to perform in turn, one for the Mei Ji who had been ushered in, and the other for the Qing people who had not received guests.

After each performance, the audience needs to throw a silk flower for ten cents for the woman they like, and the one who gets the most silk flowers that night is the Oiran. The Qing people who have the most flowers are Hua Zhen, taking the homonym of "fighting", and there will be countless people competing for it after one night.

This flower fighting will be described as an annual scenic spot in Jiangdu City, and before the first performance of the Chinese lanterns, the lake is already crowded with people.

Wen Yuan and Yan Bing and their entourage didn't go late, but because they didn't spend a lot of money and didn't indicate the identity of the Dali Temple judge and imperial history, they couldn't go to the near Huatai, so they could only barely find a few seats that were not crowded from a distance.

"It's too far away, and my face is a little unclear, and I don't know if I recognize her even if I'm there." Yan Bing sat on the wooden chair and gently shook the pomegranate flower fan, I don't know if it was because it was hot for many people, and she always felt that she was a little bored because she couldn't breathe.

"It's okay, Rong Shiyi has seen his cousin before, and he has squeezed to the nearest place to look for someone." Wen Yuan spoke while taking out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve to wipe his wife's sweat.

While the two were chatting, the performers changed again on the flower stage in the distance, changing from the gentle flute sound to the thunder of the drums, and then a girl wearing a pomegranate-colored crop top tight-fitting short shirt and light red gauze skirt and silk pants turned over on the stage with light steps.

She combed her hair, braided her black hair into a bird wings to fly, the clouds were ethereal, and the silver light was shining in the moonlight, and the steps turned, and the silver butterflies on the skirt fluttered with it, and it was very smart.

The crisp bell sound gradually rose, accompanied by the agitated drumbeat, the girl swung two short swords and began to leap and spin in circles.

In the lights, I saw the sword shadow shining on the stage, like the bright moon. The dancer's posture is sassy, like a dragon playing with a phoenix; When he twisted his waist, he was full of toughness and charming.

Sometimes she is as light as a swallow and fluttering, sometimes she dances the sword in a sonorous and chic way, dancing gracefully like a crane soaring, and the sword light is like a wave, which makes people marvel and can't take their eyes off.

"It's a long time, it's definitely a long time!" Before the dance was halfway through, Yan Bing was already shocked and got up in shock, and her left hand tightly clasped her husband's arm, she didn't need to see the other party's face clearly, she also knew that this person must be her cousin.

Although I haven't seen him for a few months, my body shape is still familiar, not to mention how can an ordinary Qinglou woman dance such a good dance?

"Let's go, pick her up!" Yan Bing took her husband's hand with a happy face, planning to cross the vast sea of people to her cousin.

"Okay, let's go over and find it." Wen Yuan was also full of smiles, and hurriedly opened the way for Yan Bing with Rong Twelve, and squeezed out a way despite the abuse of others.

When they approached the shore side of the high platform, Li Manman's sword dance also came to an end--after rotating dozens of times in a row, he suddenly stopped, crossed his legs and bent his knees to the moon and pulled the sword flower, and immediately won applause.

Li Manman got up and made a gesture of thanks, and then everyone quieted down and threw silk flowers while waiting to hear her.

I saw her tears suddenly, and she cried out loud at a very fast speed: "The slave is a good family, and his ancestors have been officials for generations, and he was abducted by Zhu Xiu'e of ** County during the Shangsi Festival this spring!" Reduced to the dust and shameless to face his father and ancestors, the slave can only leave a clean slate by dying-"

"It's a long time! It's long, no! Yan Bing only heard her say the first half of the sentence and knew that something bad was going to happen, so she quickly jumped to her feet and shouted.

Although her whisper was almost completely hidden in the surprised discussion of others, Li Manman on the stage looked at it at a glance as if telepathically.

After making eye contact with his cousin, the corners of Li Manman's lips curled, and a relieved smile bloomed like spring.

She originally thought that after being abducted, the Li family had probably declared that she had "died of illness" for the sake of fame, but she didn't expect that there would be relatives to find her before leaving, which is really good.

It's a pity that it's still late...... It would be nice if I could turn back time, and that day I would definitely not run away in a bad mood, and I would no longer trust the sweet words of strangers......

In an instant, Yan Bing's joy at finding her loved one turned into horror at watching her poke the sharp tip of her dagger into her throat.

"Stop! You're right, don't punish yourself for someone else's fault! Yan Bing shouted and persuaded loudly, her face pale and full of fear.

Not only did she hope that Rong Shiyi, who climbed the high platform and wanted to grab the sword, but even hoped that Qinglou Dogleg would be able to make a quick move, no matter what, save people first and then talk about others.

Li Manman didn't listen to persuasion at all, and while raising his sword and running to the side of the high platform near the lake, he shouted: "Sister, avenge me - ** county Zhu Xiu'e, ** county commander Lu Shujun, and Chu Wangfu Governor Shi Shan Tianheng!" ”

After speaking, she saw a puddle of blood splattering out of her neck, and her garnet-red slender figure jumped up from the flower platform, with a series of blood beads, and jumped into the bottomless Xieyang Lake.