Chapter 208 Past and Present Life (1)
She looked up and saw Xie Shian sitting leisurely among the branches of a peach tree, with a finger-wide goose-yellow headband on his forehead, his ponytail casually scattered behind him, and he was chewing a half-ripe peach.
She bent down and picked up the small green peach that Xie Shian had thrown at her. "Fourth brother, what are you doing climbing up that tree?"
"It's cool in the tree." Xie Shian smiled. "Where are you going?"
"To have breakfast with my mother."
"Oh, go ahead then." Xie Shian waved his hand, "By the way, tell your cousin that I'm going to go and learn swordsmanship from her this afternoon."
Wen Yueyin hid behind the Taihu stone.
She couldn't hear clearly what the brother and sister said, but she saw that Xie Shian was particularly nice to Wen Xingluo, which was completely different from the domineering attitude he had shown towards her in his previous life.
In his previous life, Xie Shian used a living caterpillar to hit himself!
She followed Wen Xingluo not too far away.
After following him for a day, she discovered that Wen Xingluo could actually eat six meals a day!
Three meals in the old concubine’s yard, three meals in Wei Si’s yard!
She made both women smile.
The old concubine hugged her and called her her sweetheart, and gave her all her dowry.
Wei Si personally dressed her up and made preparations for her, calculating her age and teaching her how to deal with her first period.
Wen Yueyin lay by the door and watched quietly.
She dislikes her mother and looks down on her.
But seeing with her own eyes how much her mother loved Wen Xingluo, for some reason, she still felt a dense pain in her heart.
She clutched her heart.
There's a missing piece here.
It was a loss that her father and three brothers could never make up for, no matter how much they doted on her...
After dinner, Wen Xingluo accompanied the old empress dowager to relieve her boredom, took care of the household affairs of the palace, punished those cunning maids and servants, entertained the ladies who came to visit, read books, practiced calligraphy, embroidered and played the piano. When it was dusk, she counted the hours until Xie Guanlan was off duty, and then she ordered the maid to deliver the summer-relief mung bean soup and iced watermelon with well water to everyone in the palace.
The more Wen Yueyin looked, the deeper his frown deepened.
Wen Xingluo actually has to do so many things every day!
She is a natural time management master!
The golden crow sets in the west.
Wen Yueyin followed Wen Xingluo and watched her go to Wansongyuan for dinner.
Walking through the corridor, she saw Wen Xingluo standing at the corner, as if waiting for someone.
When the evening light fell and slowly shone from the vermilion peony pattern on the corridor pillar to the beauty, a tall and majestic figure walked out from one end of the corridor.
It’s Xie Guanlan.
Wen Xingluo then continued to move forward.
Then, by coincidence, I met Xie Guanlan at the corner.
She bowed to Xie Guanlan, raised her face and said something with a smile.
Unfortunately, the distance was too far and she couldn't hear clearly.
The two entered Wansong Courtyard one after the other.
At this time, everyone in the palace had already taken their seats in the Chuihua Hall of Wansong Courtyard.
The old concubine said, "The Ghost Festival is just a few days away. I heard that Chengdu has invited a procession of deities from other places to celebrate this year. There's no curfew and it's very lively. Ziheng, take your brothers and sisters for a stroll in the streets to have some fun."
July 14th is the Ghost Festival, and July 15th is the Ghost Festival.
According to the customs of the Great Zhou Dynasty, people were not allowed to go out on the night of the fourteenth day to offer sacrifices to their ancestors, but on the fifteenth day they could sing and dance all night long to celebrate the harvest and thank the earth.
Although Xie Shian’s marriage has been settled, the remaining children are still nowhere to be found. The old concubine is very worried about the marriages of her grandchildren, so she wants them to go out and have a look to see if they can meet a good match.
Xie Guanlan agreed.
On the day of the Ghost Festival, Wen Yueyin was still following Wen Xingluo secretly.
Her tracking skills have been perfected to the point where she can walk long distances on tiptoe without making a sound.
It was just nightfall, but the streets and alleys were already crowded with people and noisy.
The carriage from the Zhenbei Palace could not drive in and could only stop in the nearest alley. Xie Guanlan and others walked into Jinli Street.
Xie Shian loves to be in a lively environment. He runs faster than a rabbit and disappears in a moment.
Xie Yanchen liked to watch supernatural things, so when the parade passed by, he followed it unconsciously.
For a moment, only Xie Guanlan and Wen Xingluo were left on the roadside.
The crowds were crowded.
Xie Guanlan protected Wen Xingluo as they walked through the crowd.
The lanterns are lush and colorful.
The girl pointed to some old ladies near the bridge and said, "There's a hair braider over there."
Those mothers-in-law were all from other ethnic groups in the southwest. They each brought a small stool and set up stalls in groups along the river bank. Young girls and women only needed to spend a dozen copper coins to ask them to braid beautiful ethnic hairstyles for them. During every festival, these mothers-in-law were very popular with their daughters.
Xie Guanlan accompanied Wen Xingluo and found a stall.
The old woman smiled and took out colorful silk threads and tassels and asked Wen Xingluo to choose.
Wen Xingluo looked at Xie Guanlan, his round almond-shaped eyes sparkling, "Brother, will you choose for me?"
Xie Guanlan took a look at the bamboo basket and picked out two colors for her: royal blue and ochre red.
The old woman wrapped the silk thread around Wen Xingluo's hair and slowly braided it into a dozen fluffy, beautiful colorful braids. She also tied a few clusters of tassels and silver bells as decorations. After thinking for a while, the old woman took out a dozen royal blue and ochre pompoms and tied them into the braids.
After finishing her composition, she said with a smile, "There's a dress rental shop nearby. They're our tribe's attire. You can go and rent one, young lady."
Wen Xingluo changed into clothes of a foreign race.
She looked at herself in the mirror and was very satisfied with herself.
She turned around and asked Xie Guanlan shyly, "Does it look good?"
The girl is lively and pretty, and her exotic dress and braids add a bit of playfulness and coquettishness to her.
Like a little butterfly flying out of a cage.
Xie Guanlan's thin lips were tightened.
After a long while, he finally said in a hoarse voice, "It looks good."
The little girl was probably very happy to hear the answer. She took off the dignified and gentle manner she had in the palace, raised her eyebrows freely, and skipped along the bluestone street by the river.
Her small braids with tassels and velvet flowers moved up and down, and the silver bells in her hair tinkled crisply.
Xie Guanlan wanted to reach out and pinch her pigtails, but she quickly ran a dozen feet away, like a butterfly teasing him.
He curled his thin lips, his eyes full of indulgence.
However, just as he was buying candied haws for her, she was nowhere to be seen when he turned around.
Xie Guanlan frowned, "Wen Ningning?"
The girl was holding a lantern and standing across the street, separated by the bustling crowd.
Yesterday was the day for ancestor worship. There were still some remaining lanterns placed on the roadside after the worship, and unburned paper money piled up next to the lanterns, some of which were burned for ancestors and some for wandering ghosts.
Some people even placed food offerings at their doorsteps to comfort the souls of those who died in the war.
Rows of burning candles were lit on the roadside, winding along the alley with no end in sight.
As if possessed by some mysterious force, Wen Xingluo, holding a lantern, slowly stepped into the alley filled with candles.
The noise of the Ghost Festival has faded away.
She saw paper money falling sporadically at the end of the dark alley, outlining a vague and old picture.
A half-grown boy was riding a horse with a little girl in his arms, walking through the alley.
When he arrived at the gate of the county government office, he put the little girl down.
The little girl looked up and said in a childish voice, "Thank you, big brother, for taking me home."
The boy's face was hidden in the darkness, and Wen Xingluo couldn't see it clearly.
She held the lantern and walked a few steps forward.
The picture changes.
In front of the gate of Baihe Academy, a girl wearing a thorny hairpin and a cloth skirt, hiding behind a tree, watched eagerly as her sister, dressed in scholar's clothes, walked into the academy chatting and laughing with her good sisters.
It was her in the previous life.
She looked at the plaque of the academy with envy for a long time, until her eyes were sore.
Gradually, she plucked up the courage to sneak in and hide under the window to eavesdrop, but was caught by a teacher passing by.
Just as they were about to turn her over to the authorities as a thief, the young man, who had been standing in the corner for who knows how long, said calmly, "Send her home."
The young man's face was shrouded in the shade of the trees, and Wen Xingluo still couldn't see it clearly.
The red candle flickers.
Wen Xingluo continued walking forward in her pearl shoes.
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