Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1285 The Night Banquet
"Spin... a small hot pot?"

Lin Wangong stood outside the gate with a dull expression upon hearing this.

It's not that he has never heard of hot pot, but this is the first time he has heard that hot pot can still rotate.

Speaking of this weird way of speaking...

Why did she and her sister become more and more like each other this time?
She... Thinking of the vague guess in his heart, Lin Wangong's heart throbbed and he didn't dare to think about it.

"Senior, everyone has gone in."

Li Ji glanced at a certain sword master who seemed to be standing at the door as a door god, and sighed, "Do you need me to ask her to pick you up?"

"No need," Lin Wangong shook his head, and his expression returned to calm, "Is the injury she suffered this afternoon still not healed? Don't bother."

Thinking of everything that happened during the fierce battle today, Lin Wangong's eyes shone slightly, "Boy, will she still be able to stand when you leave?"

Given Ying Baoyue's injuries and deficits at the time, it's not surprising that she fainted on the spot.

Li Ji nodded, "She should have walked down the mountain by herself. But at that time, there were other friends escorting her."

"Really?" Lin Wangong took a deep breath, and glanced at the young man beside him with some dissatisfaction, "Don't be fooled by her appearance."

"For example, if she is injured, if she is seen as five points, in fact she may have been injured..."

"very."

Before Lin Wangong finished his lesson, Li Ji spoke softly.

"She must have been wounded very badly."

And at that time, you probably won't be able to find her anymore.

Lin Wangong was a little stunned, looking at the man with quiet eyes beside him, his fists under his sleeves were slightly clenched.

This Soochow man actually understood everything.

But how long have they known each other?
Feeling the stable aura of Li Ji that belongs to the heavenly rank alone, Lin Wangong smiled wryly in his heart.

He really wanted to sigh, why not sigh that this kid is only so old, and he has already ascended to the level of water law.

He hugged the pile of classics left by his sister, and with the foundation laid by that person, it took him seven years to become the Fire Law Heaven Rank, but if he remembers correctly, it was only about seven or eight years since Jun Zhaohua of the Eastern Wu Dynasty started practicing. year time.

Unlike the fire method heaven rank, he knows very well how difficult it is to become a water law heaven rank in today's world.

The other three sects all have a clear path to ascend to the heavenly rank, but the books related to the water law to the heavenly rank are the most incomplete, even the guardian beast god is gone, and it all depends on the practitioners themselves.

Under such circumstances, this man has also become the youngest practitioner of the heavenly rank on the Shanhai Continent.

It can only be said that there are always unique people in this world.

And such a person, in this life, is by her side.

Lin Wangong looked at his palm.

Just like a magnet, excellent people, kind people, beautiful people, no matter in this life or the previous life, will be attracted to her.

But what is he like?

For eight years, he thought he had traveled a long way, but was that person still out of his reach?

Lin Wangong looked up at the plaque of the Shi'an Courtyard which was covered with a red cloth, with a dazed expression. More than ten years ago, a night banquet was held in the same place and in the same courtyard.

Flowing glass of water, silk and bamboo orchestra.

The owner of the house, Song Zhai, was the master, and he was brought by his sister to be guests with other sons of God.

That night, good wine and delicacies were served like flowing water, but there were very few people eating. Ji Mo and his sister sat upright like two stones, motionless, and the other members of the royal family who came to the banquet together felt a little embarrassed.

But it was indeed a very high-profile night banquet. Except for the mountain ghost, eight gods gathered together, and even the eldest son of the emperor at that time, Ying Su, came to join him.

Along with the sons of gods from all over the world, there were many young handsome men at that time, and only one person was the most eye-catching among the green bushes.

That was his little senior sister.

Lin Wangong remembered that he was hiding in the corner, looking at the eldest son of the emperor, his eyes were always on the senior sister. Young handsome people from other countries pretended to talk loudly, but their attention was also on her.

No one can see him.

He can only shrink his fat body inward a little bit, so that the senior sister can't notice him. If she comes to talk to him, there will always be other piercing eyes.

After all, his obesity and uselessness have become a laughing stock in the whole city of Guiyang. If the highly anticipated senior sister came to talk to him, a junior who couldn't help him, it would be embarrassing for the sect instead.

All he can do is get drunk in the corner.

he……

"Senior," Li Ji's voice interrupted Lin Wangong's memories, Lin Wangong came back to his senses, looked at those black eyes fixedly on him, "If you don't go in, I will go in first, although it is self-help, but if you don't go in again I am worried that my favorite food will be robbed."

"Grab..." Lin Wangong choked, how could the family's banquet be short of food?
And what is self-help?He seems to have heard his sister mention it, but the memory is too long to remember clearly.

But before he remembered, Li Ji had strode into the courtyard gate, Lin Wangong gritted his teeth, and suddenly overtook Li Ji and rushed into the courtyard gate first.

Just kidding, even if he can't snatch those old monsters, he will come before these little devils by how many years, okay?he is...

Lin Wangong rushed into the gate and followed the fragrance until he walked to a small courtyard. The next moment he raised his head, he was hit by the scene in front of him.

The whole courtyard is indeed the common pattern of flowing cups and water banquets in aristocratic families. Song Zhai is fond of elegance. In his other courtyard, there are specially dug zigzagging water channels. There are usually wooden plates on the water channels, on which are placed wine glasses and various exquisite The melons and fruits are colder, and the snacks and wine are floating in front of everyone with the water.

The whole banquet layout is elegant without a trace of fireworks.

This is Lin Wangong's impression of the Liushang Qushui Banquet.

However, white steam was floating in the entire courtyard at this time, and there were indeed countless wooden plates floating on the water channel, but what were placed on the wooden plates were not all kinds of unique snacks, but piled up with chopped vegetables and sliced ​​meat. The exaggeration is that the teenagers around the canal each have a small ceramic stove, and each ceramic stove has a small gurgling soup pot. Everyone is picking up vegetables and sliced ​​meat from the canal and putting them into the soup pot in full swing.

"The pheasant slices are so tender! It's indeed a freshly caught chicken!"

"The chicken bone soup pot is also good, but your pot tastes so delicious, should I also change to the red oil pot?"

The air was filled with acrid smell, and Lin Wangong almost sneezed when he broke in.

This... is this a banquet of flowing wine and music?

I don't know what Song Zhai would have imagined when he knew that his elegant house had become like this...

"Ah, Zhaohua is back!"

At this time Li Ji appeared beside him, and cheers erupted in the courtyard.

Meng Shi beside Mo Hua also raised her head and looked at him in surprise, "Master?"

The small courtyard became lively again, Lin Wangong stared blankly at a girl with bandages on her shoulders sitting by the canal.

Water vapor soaked her cheeks, flushing.

"Come here?"

She raised her head, her eyes were as bright as stars, and she smiled at him.

The hot air in the yard seemed to pour into his heart in an instant.

Time and space seemed to have passed through eight years in an instant. He was still the ignorant junior sitting at the wine table, and his senior sister, who was five years younger than him, sat on the side and looked at him with a headache.

Lin Wangong also smiled and nodded.

"Ah."

　When it comes to flowing cups and Qushui, everyone’s first reaction is probably to think of the prefaces of the Eastern Jin Dynasty and Lanting Collection, but in fact this custom has been recorded since the Western Zhou Dynasty. , because the running water is full of wine, it is said in "Poetry" that 'the wine glass follows the waves'." "Sancai Tuhui · Shi Lei · Shangsi" quotes "Ten Sections" and says: "In the past, King You of the Zhou Dynasty was promiscuous, and the officials were distressed. At that time, there was a feast of curved water on the river." Its mood is quite like the "Weeping in the new pavilion" in "Shi Shuo Xin Yu Yu Yu".During the Warring States Period, King Zhao of Qin followed this ancient custom and set up Jiuhequ on the third day of March. Suddenly, a man of gold came out from the east and presented the "Shuixin Sword" to him, saying, "Let the monarch have Xixia".After the Qin State dominated the princes, the "Qushui Temple" was established here.Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty inherited the Qin system and built a Qujiang Pond with a circumference of six miles and a winding water flow for the use of the royal family's flowing water Qujiang.In the Sui Dynasty it was renamed Furong Garden, in Tang Dynasty it was renamed Qujiang, and it was refurbished and expanded. The pool has a radius of seven miles, and the pavilions, terraces and gardens are connected one by one, making it a major scenic spot in Kyoto.There are many descriptions of Qushui Feicup in the poems and essays of the Tang Dynasty, all of which are used as the background.

　　
　
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