Plantagenet Dynasty·Lottery
After finishing a wonderful lunch, Luo Lanxier walked down the stairs holding the chubby Daisy. After the little guy was full, he was no longer suitable to squat on her shoulders.
After paying the bill, Loran Hill asked the restaurant staff to prepare a serving of fried beans and a serving of four-color seven-return cake, wrapped them in two paper bags, and then left with them.
Because he was carrying several bags, Loran Hill planned to go back first.
After returning to the Nandou Academy and climbing up to the building where he lived, he met several fellow disciples from the Xiangyu School along the way. Seeing that Loran Hill was carrying a lot of things, some of them wanted to come over to help and also say hello to this senior sister whom they hadn't seen for many days.
"Thank you, but it's not far from the room, so you don't need it." The girl smiled and declined, chatting briefly with a few people.
"Sister Luo Lan, do you want to go shopping tonight? Luojing's night market is also very prosperous." Several people invited.
"Yes, sure." The girl hesitated for a moment and then agreed.
"Then we will call Senior Sister Luo Lan when the time comes." Several young girls answered happily.
After that, Loran Hill returned to the room, placed the sleeping crowned jay in his arms on a chair beside him, then took out a bag of prepared fried beans, poured it into a porcelain plate in the room, and then called the dark-capped blue jay to come and eat.
Gah!
This usually cool guy might have been really hungry today. Regardless of his usual aloof image, he flapped his wings and landed on the table, pecking at the food quickly.
Loran Hill watched and filled another dish of water and placed it aside.
Then she sat by the windowsill and read some books she had just bought.
The autumn sun was no longer as fierce as it once was, casting a brilliant hue on the trees outside the pavilion. Although this was Luojing, the depths of the academy were exceptionally quiet, allowing one to clearly hear the gentle rustle of the wind against the curtains.
In this way, Loran Hill supported his head lightly with his hands, turning the pages from time to time in the breeze, letting his hair sway gently on his neck, bringing a slight itch.
The sky outside was as blue as a clear sky. Occasionally, one or two white clouds floated by, blocking the sun and making the earth cool. Soon the sun emerged from the white clouds again and shone on the prosperous and bustling city again.
Time passed slowly, the sun gradually set in the west, and beautiful purple-red clouds illuminated the horizon. As the sky gradually darkened from blue to purple, Luo Lanxier also lit a candle and placed it on the table. In the light of the candle, he continued to immerse himself in the ancient and beautiful world of the book.
Boom boom boom
"Is Sister Luo Lan here?" Yu Tingyu's voice sounded, and there seemed to be several companions beside her.
"Yes, I'm here." Loran Hill finally woke up from the fantasy world in the book and looked up to answer.
She closed the book, put it away, and walked towards the door with the candle.
With a slight creaking sound, the wooden door opened, and seven or eight girls in elegant clothes stood outside.
These disciples of the Huangyu Sect were not wearing their usual yellow feathered robes today, but instead were wearing clothes of various styles and colors, many of which seemed to have been purchased recently in Luojing.
"Is Sister Luo Lan ready?" Yu Tingyu asked boldly because he was familiar with Luo Lan Hill. The others looked at this famous senior sister in the sect curiously.
He looks very young, perhaps even younger than me? Looking at Luo Lan, who looked about seventeen years old, this thought came to their minds.
"I'm ready." The silver-haired girl nodded, then remembered something, turned around and called out to the room, and a blue-black bird landed on the girl's shoulder.
The Daiju that I took out to play during the day is still sleeping soundly, so there is no need to take it with me. Blue Jay rarely accompanies me, so I should take it out to play.
Luojing is very beautiful at night, with orange and red lanterns hanging everywhere. There seem to be more pedestrians on the streets than during the day, and some special snacks and accessories are also sold on the street.
There are also items from far-flung foreign lands, such as the bizarre rock candy animals that melt snow, skewered on bamboo sticks and eaten as popsicles or ice cream. There's also the fruity barbecue from the south, where the fruit is sliced into long strips and sprinkled with salt and pepper for a sweeter taste. Paired with sizzling cumin-scented pork, it's neither greasy nor too plain.
Occasionally, you'll see food baked in small copper bell-shaped molds. First, a layer of noodles is placed inside the bell, followed by minced meat, dried tofu, and diced vegetables, and finally a layer of noodles on top. These small bells are then placed in the oven to bake. After a while, they are removed and placed upside down on an iron plate, where they can be wrapped in thick paper and served to customers.
Once it cools down a bit, it's ready to eat. The surface is crispy and golden, the outside is crispy and the inside is tender, with a rich taste.
In this way, a group of more than a dozen people from the Xiangyu Sect, both men and women, walked in the night market of Luojing, tasting various snacks, and occasionally gathered together to buy some jade or carved small accessories.
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Two years ago, in the Crimson Empire of the Western Continent.
Blood-red scales covered its entire body, with only its belly being lighter in color. A giant winged dragon soared across the sky, its shadow blocking the sunlight passing over the earth, briefly enveloping the soldiers holding spears.
Beneath a castle in a valley, a sea of silver spears and swords gathered. These soldiers were fully armored and wore helmets like hats on their heads. These helmets had a steel brim around them to protect them from the sun or rain.
In the center top of the helmet, there are two black and red feathers standing upright, symbolizing that these soldiers belong to the great Red Dragon Duke, the Pascal family.
Wearing gorgeous armor that combines beauty and practicality, this generation of Red Dragon Duke stood on the castle's watchtower, overlooking the vast army below.
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