Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

The maids and servants of the Red Mansion have already begun to prepare for the New Year.

Rolls of red silk paper were cut into various shapes, and various candies and preserves were shipped to the Hong Mansion in boxes.

Mr. Hong's face, which had always been emotionless and emotionless, had a smile on its face.

With the addition of two children, Cong Ye and Chen Pi, the house was more lively than in previous years.

Chen Pi is okay, he does whatever Er Erhong tells him to look at and doesn't take the initiative to speak. In short, he is boring.

Cong Ye attaches great importance to the New Year. After a busy study every day, he can still jump up and down in the entire Hong Mansion.

Of course, he also grabs two handfuls of candies from time to time to share the joy and celebration of the New Year with everyone in the chat group.

"Cong Ye!"

"Cong Ye!"

Cong Ye leaned back on the rocking chair covered with cotton quilt.

He was throwing nuts into his mouth.

Leng Buding heard shouts not far away.

He looked along the path in the yard.

Huo Xiangu's figure appeared in front of him.

"Cong Ye!"

Huo Xiangu ran over and pulled him up.

"Why are you hiding here?"

"Today is the first day of the new year!"

Huo Xiangu pouted, a little dissatisfied.

Cong Ye stood beside her and looked at her curiously: "Why are you here?"

"Of course I'm here to pay New Year's greetings."

Huo Xiangu said.

Not only the Huo family came to pay New Year's greetings, but also many merchants who had business dealings with Hongfu.

The front hall of Hong Mansion was very lively, but it was all a scene between adults.

Huo Xiangu had no interest in being a child among them, so she ran over to look for Cong Ye.

Cong Ye and Huo Xiangu lit up fireworks together. It wasn't until nightfall that Huo Xiangu was taken back by the Huo family.

I couldn't help but count the hours. Before I knew it, Cong Ye couldn't put on the clothes in the red sandalwood dark Eight Immortals cabinet in his room. The size of the newly purchased gown was almost the same as February Red.

The summer of 1927 came as promised, and Cong, who was fourteen years old, was also tall and tall, reaching the position of February Hong's lips.

The sun is like a lemon, shining with golden afterglow in the sky.

Under the vermilion eaves, the wooden rocking chair swayed gently.

Cong was also lying on it, and Kunlun Daji in his arms turned over lazily.

A female voice as soft as cotton wool fell into Cong Ye's ears.

"someone is coming."

Except for Cong Ye and Kunlun Daji, there was no one else in the yard.

The person who spoke was naturally Kunlun Daji.

Kunlun Daji is a cat demon sent by Zhu Bajie.

Pretentious and extremely beautiful, she named herself Kunlun Daji.

However, until now, it has not reached the state of being able to transform.

Her snow-white fur is spotless, and her green pupils are like emeralds embedded in gold.

Cong Ye could guess who the visitor was without even opening his eyes.

The steps are light and small, and there is the sound of the skirt swinging in the wind as he moves.

"Cong Ye."

A pair of hands suddenly fell on Cong Ye's shoulders.

Cong Ye opened his eyelids, and Huo Xiangu's smiling face occupied all his sight.

Daji meowed, jumped up onto the beam gracefully, and gave Cong Ye a wishing look.

Ignoring the cat demon's random speculation, Cong relaxed his shoulders and inadvertently let Huo Xiangu's hand slip from his shoulders.

"what happened?"

Cong Ye stood up holding the handle and stretched.

He was half a head taller than Huo Xiangu. When he looked at her, his long and thick eyelashes drooped slightly, and his pair of phoenix eyes gave him an inexplicable tenderness.

Huo Xiangu stared into his eyes and paused for a few seconds before answering:

"How come you don't feel bored at all when you stay at home all day?"

"Let's go to the pear garden to see it!"

"Isn't there a show for the second master today?"

"You don't even go to see your own master's plays!"

"Is there anyone like you who can be a disciple..."

Her voice chirped in Cong Ye's ears, with no intention of stopping.

Cong also automatically turned on the shielding mode and touched the base of his ears.

Starting from Er Erhong, Mr. Hong began to let Er Erhong take over the business of Hong Mansion, intentionally or unintentionally.

Er Erhong also officially began to perform on stage and became a famous actor in Changsha City.

Cong Ye had almost finished the courses he was supposed to take. He should have gone to the opera garden to gain experience.

But he had been neglecting Er Erhong's ears and was lazy, which led him to learn all kinds of dramas. Until now, he has never performed a performance by himself.

Chen Pi doesn't know what he is busy with every day. He leaves early and comes back late, and he has made a name for himself in Changsha City.

Cong Ye was bored and simply agreed to Huo Xiangu to go to the opera house.

Speaking of which, this should be his first time going to the Liyuan.

He usually tries every possible means to avoid going to the opera house, fearing that he will be caught on stage by Er Erhong.

There is a certain distance from Hongfu to Liyuan.

Huo Xiangu refused to take a car or a rickshaw, so she had to take Cong Ye to go shopping with her.

Cong Ye thought for a while and thought that he had not had this kind of free time for a long time, so he simply agreed to Huo Xiangu.

Changsha City has developed very well in the past six years.

People were coming and going on the street, and from time to time a car would pass by.

Cong Ye walked beside Huo Xiangu and watched her try on the hairpins on the stall.

Cong Ye's eyes swept from the hairpin in her hand and fell on Huo Xiangu's slightly excited eyes.

This hairpin is of average quality, and Huo Xiangu just wants it to be fresh.

Cong Ye's eyes wandered around and stopped at a snack shop.

Not far from the snack shop stood a tall man.

Although he looks a little embarrassed, his appearance and temperament don't look like ordinary people.

"What's so good about him?"

Huo Xiangu didn't know when she stopped looking at the jewelry. She followed Cong Ye's gaze intently and pursed her lips.

Cong also looked away, but his peripheral vision still fell on the other party.

"He's nothing to look at. You'd better look at him, right?"

Cong Ye threw the silver dollar to the boss and bought the hairpin that Huo Xiangu had been looking at for a long time.

Huo Xiangu got the hairpin and smiled at Cong Ye.

Cong also said to Huo Xiangu: "Wait here for a while."

Without waiting for Huo Xiangu to respond, he walked in the direction of that person.

Huo Xiangu pouted and looked at his back dissatisfied.

"Some sweet-scented osmanthus cake and peach blossom cake."

Cong Ye and the boss are old acquaintances.

He often came to this pastry shop to give toothpaste to the old gods in the group, and over time, the boss got to know him.

"Hey! We only want sweet-scented osmanthus cake and peach blossom cake today?"

The boss smiled and joked while wrapping up Cong Ye quickly with his hands and feet.

Cong Ye and his boss paid and delivered the goods, always with a smile on his face:

"Come again tomorrow."

The boss kept nodding: "Okay, I'll save all the delicious food for you tomorrow."

Cong Ye also picked up the snacks and handed them to the man in front of him.

Looking closer, he looked like he was about the same age as Er Erhong.

The height is about the same, but the figure is more generous than Er Erhong.

Cong Ye's action made the other party startled. The other party did not raise his hand to pick it up. Instead, he looked at Cong Ye's eyes in confusion.