lazy cat hits cute

On the night of the Qianqiu Festival, the hotel was almost empty, and even the shopkeeper ran out.It's really an "empty alley".

Lanterns with strange shapes pass slowly through the street. The dragons and phoenixes are all trifles, and there are also rockery, wisteria, and cherry blossom trees. There is nothing that cannot be used as lanterns.The boys above are singing and dancing, and the musicians below are playing the zither and the sheng. It's very lively.

The fiery trees and silver flowers are eye-catching, exposing the sky and advocating the spring breeze.

A meteor flew over, Zhang Qingyang smashed it with a snap of his fingers, and the room immediately smelled of sulfur.

"Hey!" Ming Huang's face suddenly appeared upside down in front of him, and the long hair that fell off almost touched his face: "Have you eaten?"

Zhang Qingyang said: "I haven't eaten."

Ming Huang threw it up at once: "Go to the roof."

Zhang Qingyang climbed out of the window and climbed up to the roof, the moon was shining in the sky, Ming Huang was wearing a civilian's rough clothes, he looked much more friendly than usual.He stepped on the roof with ease, "Congratulations on becoming an Unrepentant Disciple!"

"It's nothing."

"You talk so boring, I managed to sneak out, and I lost all my interest."

"Then what are we going to do?"

"Go and eat!" Ming Huang suddenly jumped off the roof and merged into the crowd. Zhang Qingyang was startled, and jumped down to look for it. Fortunately, the crowd was crowded, and Ming Huang didn't go far. He squeezed and found it easily. , hesitated for a moment, and grabbed his not-so-long sleeve.

The voice in front shouted loudly: "Today is the Qianqiu Festival. My lord Wang is happy, so I will give away ten thousand taels of money, to cheer up the big guys, and to celebrate the emperor's birthday." When they got down, the crowd exploded with a "boom": "It's really a sprinkling of money!"

Most of the sprinkles were small silver curds, silver cakes, and individual silver ingots with delicate shapes. The people behind shouted and rushed up.He became anxious, and was thinking about whether to use brute force to shake the people around him away, when suddenly a hand stretched out in front of him, grabbed his shoulder and lifted it up, and the two of them flew away from the crowd and fell back to the eaves.

"You stupid, why did you jump down? I don't know what I'm going to do?" Ming Huang said unhappily, and took out a pack of honey twist from his mustard finger, freshly baked and hot, with an oily aroma.

Zhang Qingyang didn't speak. The riots on this street attracted the attention of the Jinwu Guards. A large group of Jinwu Guards rode over and shouted to disperse the crowd, shouting to maintain order, line up, and get out of the way. A whip.

He sat down and swayed his legs: "I heard from the eunuchs in the palace that this fried dough twist is delicious. They all say that the fried twist is better than the imperial chef. There are many delicious ones in the capital, and the taste will change when the tribute is served. It’s best to eat it in the original store.”

Zhang Qingyang remembered the rose dew he had made.

"Is the one in the palace not delicious?"

Ming Huang curled his lips: "It's terrible! Father asked the palace to be frugal, five of the seven dishes are vegetarian, and there are only a few dishes, and the two meat dishes have no oil and no salt, they are very fishy, ​​and the elixir is better than that of the imperial chef. The food is delicious!"

Zhang Qingyang said: "I heard from others that delicacies from mountains and seas are eaten every day in the palace, such as abalone and goose fin..."

Ming Huang hehe: "You're right, I'm honored by the officials today, and it's the first time I ate wild goose wings, the taste is okay, right?"

Ming Huang ate up a bag of honey mahua amidst Ming Huang's angrily complaining. In his mouth, the palace almost became a hellish existence, with many rules and troubles, and meeting a large group of messy people every day. , Approving a bunch of long-winded memorials, and listening to the compliments that I have already heard, it is really annoying.

Zhang Qingyang finally had a chance to ask: "Since the palace is so bad, why do you still want to be the prince?"

Ming Huang fell silent.

"Because I was born to be a prince."

He smiled, a little sadly: "I can't help it."

Zhang Qingyang's heart seemed to be pricked, and it hurt sharply.

"Let's not talk about that, I came out to eat, drink and have fun." Ming Huang's mood changed quickly, and he happily went to the next gourmet shop.A well-known small shop for roasted squabs. There are five or six skewers of roasted pigeons hanging in front of the shop. The aroma is so fragrant that people are drunk.

There were too many people who came to buy, and it was noisy. Ming Huang couldn't squeeze in from the outside, and he couldn't use spells to scare the crowd away. The owner of the roast pigeon shop had a prejudice against monks, and when he saw monks, he immediately refused to sell and closed the shop. .

Zhang Qingyang looked at it for a while, and said to him: "I'll arrange it." After taking the money, he shook his body and disappeared.

Ming Huang opened his eyes wide and looked at the front of the shop. The couple were so busy in the shop that they didn't even notice that the two pigeons on the top of the shelf were slowly loosening up. They disappeared after a flash of light, and a bunch of money flew in. Crock jars for money in the store.

The next moment, Zhang Qingyang appeared in front of him: "Here."

Ming Huang frowned: "Jade Ball's illusion? What's it called?"

"Lost in the world." Zhang Qingyang held the pigeon, and remembered that he didn't bring Zhang lotus leaf, and his hands were full of oil. How can he eat this?

Ming Huang took two brocade handkerchiefs from Mustard Finger and hugged one, tearing off the wings recklessly and chewing.

Zhang Qingyang stared at him for a while, then started to chew.He gnawed and said, "Hands are dirty."

"It doesn't matter if your hands are dirty! Go to Shuyu River to wash your hands later, and put a lantern on the way, and eat a plate of Daoyue!" The pigeon was small, and Ming Huang gnawed it three times, and wiped his mouth with unsatisfied meaning, "Hey , not enough to eat."

He said he went to Shuyu River to wash his hands, so he really went.Most of the people who come to Shuyu River are girls, with sweet voices and cheerful voices, sweeping moth eyebrows all over their eyes and rowing far away, drooping cicadas and light clouds on their temples, frowning golden peacocks and silver unicorns all over their heads, dazzling people's eyes under the scorching lights, as if entering the In Daughter Country, the air is filled with the fragrance of powder.

Ming Huang was squatting on the small wooden bridge of the Shuyu River to wash his hands, while the other girls were setting off lotus lanterns and making sincere wishes.After he was done, he bought a lantern as if nothing had happened, asked for a pen and paper, and asked Zhang Qingyang with a smile if he wanted to come and put one on.

"Will it really come true?"

"Whether it can be realized or not, I hope it will be auspicious." Ming Huang smiled and scribbled a few words on the paper, then carelessly pressed into the heart of the lotus lantern, put it into the water and let it float away.

Zhang Qingyang still had a few grains of silver sprinkling sprinkled on him by the master of the Wang family just now, and he took them out to buy a lantern, holding the paper for a while, thinking about what to write, staring at the sparkling river in a daze.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have experienced these things, following others to see the prosperity of the world explode to the extreme in one day, like a dream.

Put lanterns by the river, and if the lanterns can float to the end of the river intact, the god will surely realize his wish.

But at the end of the river is the sea, how could it be possible to float to the sea intact.

I know it's impossible, so why not ask for auspiciousness?

In a trance, it seemed that someone was whispering in his ear, playful and cute.

"Zhang Qingyang?" Ming Huang poked his arm.

Startled, Zhang Qingyang looked down at a small piece of paper and wrote: "May he no longer suffer, and live in peace and joy forever."

Ming Huang stretched his neck to see what Zhang Qingyang had written, Zhang Qingyang blocked it consciously, quickly folded up the lanterns after finishing writing, countless lotus lanterns were slowly flowing with the water, and it was hard to tell who belonged to whom.

Ming Huang did not give up: "What did you write?"

"Don't tell you."

The author has something to say: Hesitating and hesitating, I changed the name of the article back... I'm sorry for the little angel who helped me think of the name, and I'm sorry for drawing cards to choose famous buildings.

I must be famous!At that time, you can choose whatever literary name you want! (shock)