Half river and half river red

In the blink of an eye, it was the New Year's Eve, and Xia Ruyue entered the palace in the afternoon, because the emperor hosted a banquet for the officials to celebrate the New Year's Eve.Not long after Xia Ruyue left, Mu Yiyang came.Jing Lian was very surprised, and Mu Yiyang explained that he was invited to the Jiangcheng branch of Qianzhong Pavilion, and everyone was waiting for him to celebrate the festival together.

When I arrived at the branch hall in Jiangcheng, I found that the branch hall was decorated very warmly, with red lanterns hanging high, several firecrackers piled up in the middle of the yard, and many fireworks.Entering the room, I found that everyone was making dumplings around a table. Seeing him coming, everyone greeted him warmly. When Lin Weiqiu saw him, he immediately shouted: "Jing Lian, you came at a good time, come and help me. I don't know how to pack!"

Seeing Lin Weiqiu's funny face covered in flour, Jing Lian couldn't help being amused. Seeing him smiling, Lin Weiqiu hurried over to tie a cloth around him, and urged him to wash his hands and hurry to make dumplings. Jing Lian was pushed by him Walking to the table, picked up a dumpling wrapper, scooped out the stuffing, fiddled with his fingers a few times, and a dumpling was wrapped.With Jing Lian joining in, the dumplings were quickly finished.Pei Jianzhi and Lin Weiqiu breathed a sigh of relief, making dumplings was more tiring than fighting.

There were quite a lot of people in the Jiangcheng branch hall. Except for those who went back to celebrate the New Year, there were more than ten people, including Pei Jianzhi and others, a total of 16 people sat around a large table. Jing Lian felt warm in his heart.I thought I would be alone this year to watch the New Year. Who would have thought that I could have a lively Spring Festival.Just thinking of his parents and relatives, Jing Lian's mood inevitably fell again.

Mu Yiyang was very sensitive to the changes in Jing Lian's mood, and didn't know how to comfort him, so he frequently picked up vegetables for him and winked at Lin Weiqiu.Lin Weiqiu immediately started joking to enliven the atmosphere, Jing Lian made him laugh, and he was no longer immersed in emotions, Mu Yiyang watched with tenderness in his eyes.

After dinner, someone suggested playing a game.Mu Yiyang saw that Jing Lian was just interested, and didn't want to spoil his interest, so he agreed.First draw up a topic, draw lots, and there are five sticks with words on them. The person who draws a sign with a sign will recite a seven-character poem with an inscription, and whoever fails to say it first will be punished.Everyone was gearing up and eager to try, and the first round of chanting "Nian" began.

Jing Lian was the first to win the lottery: "It has been four years since I left Gusu, and the autumn wind sends Nanpu back to the ship."

The second one is Mu Yiyang: "Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year."

It's Lin Weiqiu's next turn: "Add a plum blossom in the drum horn, and celebrate the New Year with laughter at five o'clock."

"I have spent five years in the rivers and lakes in a dream, and the scenery is still the same when I return." A person from the Jiangcheng branch said.

"It's a wonderful year to learn to paint crows. Cai Kun is beautiful in Yangcheng."

"Okay, the first round is over. It seems that I have underestimated everyone. Let's come up with a difficult point. Only two words will do, let's use falling flowers as the topic." Seeing that no one was stumped, Lin Weiqiu hurried Increase the difficulty, otherwise no one will be stumped, so boring.

The first one was Jing Lian again, "Last night, the dream of Xiantan fell into flowers, poor Chun Ban didn't return home."

What a coincidence, the second one was Mu Yiyang again, and he opened his mouth and said, "My eyes are full of mountains and rivers, and my thoughts are far away. Falling flowers and wind and rain will hurt the spring even more." After a pause, he looked at Jing Lian and said, "It's better to take pity on the person in front of you." Jing Lian's heart moved, something flashed in his mind, but he didn't catch it, so he had to give up.

"Flowers fall in the yard, and the spring clothes are thin, and the flowers in the spring yard in thin clothes fall."

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After one night, Mu Yiyang always draws a lottery. Jing Lian laughs at his bad luck on the one hand, but on the other hand is surprised that Mu Yiyang, as the sect master of Qianzhong Pavilion, is busy with academic affairs, yet he knows so much about poetry and is so talented , It was beyond Jing Lian's expectation.

After matching the poems, everyone played other games and spent a very lively night happily, until they heard the neighbors starting to set off firecrackers, and everyone came to the yard together.

I don’t know whether the fireworks in Qianzhong Pavilion are specially made or bought very expensive. The scattered fireworks are all in shape, sometimes in the shape of peony, sometimes in the shape of pagoda, and sometimes in the shape of flying bird.Jing Lian stared intently until his body suddenly became heavier. It turned out that Mu Yiyang had put a thick cloak on him.Jing Lian thanked him, looking at Mu Yiyang's slightly curved mouth, he suddenly felt very relieved.

It was Ye Jinglian who stayed in the branch hall in Jiangcheng. The next morning, the palace came to pick him up, and Jing Lian followed him back, but he didn't see Mu Yiyang's downcast eyes.