The Prequel of Baolian Lantern Konghouyin

"Princess," Xiuzhu came in through the curtain, and seeing Cun Xin wearing a colorful flat gold cloak with loose sleeves, with a silk sash tied around his waist, he couldn't help asking in surprise, "Are you going out?"

Cun Xin didn't raise her head, she stopped one by one, picked up the white jade lotus flounder pendant that Yang Jian gave her, hung it carefully on her waist, and then nodded and said: "I have been busy with Qiantang Dragon Palace for a long time, and I have been lingering in the West Sea again." I'm afraid that Yu Sinian will be waiting at Po Meng's place for two days. If you have free time today, go and see him and his wife."

The clam girl in Tsing Yi pursed her lips and smiled: "Don't tell me, princess, I thought you were going to chase Zhenjun and go to the heaven to thank you." She put down the boxwood strip in her hand, and picked up a rectangular vermilion gold lacquer cloud pattern from it. The uranium box was opened for Cun Xin to have a look at, and inside was a red gold dotted emerald flower hairpin, about six inches long. , it is obviously a very high-quality workmanship.Cun Xin didn't care too much, just glanced at it and said, "Where did it come from? It's so fresh."

Xiuzhu took out the flower hairpin from the box, weighed it, curled his lips and said: "The workmanship is still acceptable, but it's so heavy, when we welcome the bride, nine hairpins will be put on it together, I don't know if the princess can hold it?"

"Nine Roots!" Cun Xin stared at Xiuzhu with wide eyes, and saw the mussel girl said in a calm manner: "Isn't it Jiu Gen? Yesterday Yao Chi ordered Xi Hai to prepare the dowry, and give it to the princess and the real king within the year." They got married. They also said that they would go to the new residence in Guankou, where they would act for the god of justice, and all the ceremonies should be obeyed by the prince, so they sent an immortal from the South Pole to send them nine emerald hairpins, treasure tin, pearls, and two temples. The Weaver Girl made gold ornaments, adornments, ribbons, and embroidered belts to cover her knees in preparation for the princess’s big makeup on the wedding day.”

Cun Xin knew about Yizhi.After the edict was announced yesterday, Yang Jian went to the heavenly court to thank him, but Cun Xin was sluggish, and he didn't force it. He only said that when he saw the Queen Mother, he said that Cun Xin was not feeling well after coming out of the sea of ​​sorrow.Later, the Anji Xianweng came here after sending so many imperial gifts, because the three princesses "were ill", and it was also the Dragon Queen who thanked her and put them away, so Cun Xin didn't hear anything about it, so he just frowned and said: "Then Isn't it possible that what the queen mother prepared for me is useless?"

"Our empress said, if you don't need it, it's all for the princess anyway, and they'll be boxed and sent to Guankou. After all, there is plenty of room in Yang's residence." Xiu Zhu put down the hairpin, closed the lid, and covered his mouth with a smile. "I just don't understand one thing."

"What's the matter?"

"The edict said, 'The mountain is precious and the rhinoceros is beautiful, and the plum opera is Rensi'." Xiuzhu looked puzzled, "If you give a marriage, you will give a marriage. Does the edict also control how the wedding banquet will be handled, what dishes will be served, and what opera will be sung?" Is it? I'm really flustered!"

Cun Xin gave a "puchi" smile, wanted to spit, but held back.In the Yizhi, it is clear that "mountain hazel and scorpion, every person thinks about it", and the sentence "the mountain has hazel, and scorpion has ling" in "The Book of Songs·Jianxi", I don't know which old master wrote it , Eloquently wrote the elder.The following Cun Xin memorized when she was young, it should be "Whose thoughts? Western beauty".When Yang Jian heard this, he glanced at Cun Xin who was standing beside him from the corner of the eye, and smiled.

Mengpo Village is seventy miles away from Mijindu, at the end of the Wangchuan River.There is a steep mountain road here, extending straight up the slope, and there is a cave at the end, which is extremely deep and unfathomable from a distance.The vegetation on both sides of the mountain road is lush and green, and the green is as dyed, and the steps paved with bluestones stretch for countless.All the ghosts will automatically divide into two lines and climb up the stairs. The women walk on the west side of the road, and the men walk on the east side of the road.They didn't look at each other, they just walked silently with their heads down, quietly phlegm and coughing.The cramped entrance is filled with clouds and mist. Looking from the bottom of the steps, you can only see the souls that are going ahead are engulfed by the thick fog one by one, and you can’t see the situation after entering the cave. Therefore, although the surrounding scenery is picturesque and serene, it is not half-hearted. Personal appreciation.

Cun Xin walked up with the sparse figures, and I didn't know how many steps he climbed. He only felt that the fog around him was getting thicker, and suddenly the soul in front of him stopped and picked up something.She also followed suit.A bloodless hand at the side quietly handed over a silk-wrapped agate cup, with golden waves glistening in it, and the amber-colored tea soup swaying gently, perhaps just brewed just now, and there was still a faint heat on it—" Fog in Yaochi!" Cun Xin couldn't help being happy, this is the cold fragrance of the best purple bamboo shoots in Bizhu, smelling from the nose of the dragon girl who has been walking for half a day, it is like rain after a long drought.She thanked softly, and was about to reach out to take it, but was snatched by someone behind her, and threw it in the grass.

"You!" Cun Xin was furious immediately, but when she turned her head to look, she saw Yang Jian was slightly sullen, staring ahead.In astonishment, Cun Xin watched Yang Jian take a few quick steps, and threw the agate cup into a huge three-legged urn carved with green glaze in the cave. It sank with a "gudong" and disappeared.

The person in charge is a woman, wearing a plain white skirt, her body is so thin that it can be blown away by a gust of wind, she has no decorations on her whole body, except for the golden ice plum pattern woven on the collar and sleeves, and the copper embroidered pattern on it. The fetal enamel crystal buckle looms in the fog, shining with a slight glow.The woman didn't panic when she saw Yang Jian, she just smiled lightly and said, "Don't panic, my lord, that cup is not Mengpo soup."

Yang Jian's brow twitched slightly when she told her what was on his mind, but his face was still somber, he reached out to wrap his arms around Cun Xin's wrist, and brought her to his side, saying, "Oh? I don't know, except Meng Po Tang , and something else to drink."

Meng Po covered her mouth with a smile and said, "Take a look, Zhenjun." She pointed to several agate cups of the same style hanging on a bronze Suzaku ring cup holder on the table behind her, "The cup you lost is mine. It is used to serve tea when entertaining guests, but there is Mengpo soup in the porcelain urn over there, and they all drink it with a ladle." She waved her robe sleeves to push away the fog in the cave, and only then did Cun Xin see, this The cave is a long and narrow stone alley sandwiched by two walls, exposing a narrow line of sky. The stone wall on the west side is exposed and barren of grass, while the east side is lush with vegetation and full of vitality.The stone alley is not long, the wide part is only five or six feet wide, and the narrow part is only two feet wide, which can only allow two people to pass through.After crossing the cave, the mountain road spirals down, and together with the ghosts on the road, they disappear among the mountains and disappear without a trace.

Yang Jian grabbed the air with his right hand, and the agate cup that had been submerged in the celadon urn burst out of the water as if it had grown wings, and was firmly held in his hand.Xiansheng Zhenjun won the cup, but handed it to Granny Meng in a hurry, and carefully looked at the exquisite and clear wishful scroll cloud patterns on the cup. "Where are the two people I sent?" He suddenly asked.