Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Chapter 120 Dark Yin Festival, Burning Cold Clothes

At that time, the sunset glow was gorgeous, and the setting sun in the clouds was like blood.

The two of Zhuyan drove slowly into Wuxi Town. There are small bridges and flowing water in the town, and bluestone pavement. Vendors on both sides of the street are setting up stalls and hanging up lanterns to prepare for the coming night.

The dark guard had checked the situation in Wuxi Town in advance, so the carriage didn't stop all the way, and went straight to the best Fulai Inn here.

As soon as the car stopped, Xiao Er came out with a smile on his face.

"Guest officials, do you want to stay in the hotel?"

"Clean up two of your best private rooms, and prepare some meals. Remember to move quickly."

Zhu Yan took out the silver and tossed it to Xiao Er, then turned to get the footstool.

Xiaoer took Yinzi with a smile on his face, quickly turned his head and yelled inside, then bowed and took the rein in Xichi's hand, "Guest officers, please go in and rest quickly, I'll leave it to the younger one to arrange it."

"Son."

Zhu Yan placed the footstools, and called out beside the car with his hands tied.

The door of the car opened in response to the sound, and a crow-blue figure bowed out of the carriage. He had handsome eyebrows and eyes, plump and handsome, like the moon in the sky, like snow in Cangshan Mountain, standing under the glow of the sky, like a god.

The people who came and went all around stopped in an instant, pointing at this place.

But he didn't leave immediately after getting out of the carriage, instead he turned around and stretched out his hand, his tone was cool and indescribably soft: "Be careful."

Is there anyone else in the car?
Everyone was looking forward to it, but when they saw another beautiful figure stretching out her hand, they seemed to hesitate for a while, and finally put the green finger in the man's palm, and got out of the carriage.

"What a beautiful couple."

Someone in the crowd murmured, causing the audience to nod in agreement.

Listening to those whispered discussions, Su Rao glanced at Master Shizi in surprise. Could it be that he has forgotten that they have recovered their identities and no longer need to act outside in the name of gold flakes and tea smoke?

"Let's go."

When she stood still, Yan Yun lowered his hands as if nothing had happened, and walked slowly inside. Seeing this, Zhu Yan pursed his lips and chuckled, urging: "Girl, go in quickly, or if you delay the meeting, the business of this inn will be useless." Done."

He glanced sideways as he spoke.

I saw more and more people around to watch, blocking the two ends of the long street, and even the opposite restaurant had people watching from the railing, it was very lively.

Su Rao withdrew her gaze and quickly walked into the inn.

Zhu Yan and Qi Chi looked at each other, the former smiled openly, while the latter followed with a blank expression.

As for the other hidden guards, they quickly retreated to the surroundings according to the past practice, without showing any trace at all.

The shopkeeper had heard the commotion outside long ago, and saw a group of people dressed in brocade clothes, with extraordinary bearing, they must be either rich or expensive, and they are not small people like them who can offend.

Immediately said with a smile: "Several distinguished guests, please."

"Thank you, shopkeeper."

Yan Yun nodded slightly.

A few people followed them up to the second floor, and stopped outside a private room. The shopkeeper smiled and said, "This is the best room in our Fulai Inn. You and your wife should rest early, and the food will be delivered later." .”

"The other one is next to it, shall I take the two of you there?"

As he spoke, he asked Zhu Yan and Qi Chi with his eyes.

After a few words, there was no sound.

Su Rao glanced at Yan Yun, saw that his expression was indifferent, she explained with a smile: "I'm afraid the shopkeeper may have misunderstood, I'm not a wife, just a humble maidservant."

Hearing her calling herself a 'servant', Yan Yun's eyes flickered slightly, and he said calmly, "Go ahead and rest."

Before she could speak, he turned to the shopkeeper and said concisely, "Please lead the way."

"Uh, okay, okay, please come with me, young master."

The shopkeeper turned around and led Yan Yun and the others to continue walking forward. Su Rao saw that the matter was a foregone conclusion, so she turned around and opened the door without being pretentious.

After the group of people were settled, the shopkeeper walked to the stairwell, and couldn't help turning around to look at the two adjacent rooms, each of which was lit with lights.

He couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "These young people are really good at making troubles, what are they talking about maidservants, how can there be a maidservant who lives better than the master?"

While muttering, he went downstairs to urge the kitchen to hurry up and prepare dinner, so as not to neglect the distinguished guests.

After a while, the meals were brought to their respective rooms.

Su Rao had dinner, she had nothing to do and planned to go to the town for a while, these few days she stayed in the carriage, and lived and boarded in the suburbs, she hadn't seen fireworks for a long time.

She went downstairs.

At this moment, there were not many customers in the lobby, and the shopkeeper was busy doing something behind the counter. She walked over slowly and said softly, "Please ask, this place..."

As soon as the words came out, the shopkeeper suddenly raised his head and stared as if frightened. When he saw it was her, the fear on his face slowly faded away.

"Husband...girl."

"Just say hello if you have anything to do, why come here in person."

"Sorry, I scared you."

Su Rao nodded slightly, and the shopkeeper hurriedly got up and waved her hands: "No, it has nothing to do with the girl. I'm originally full of gloom today, and I'm thinking wildly again, so I'm bound to be surprised."

"Heavy? What do you say?"

Su Rao asked suspiciously.

"Miss, have you forgotten? Today is the first day of October, the Mingyin Festival."

As soon as the shopkeeper's words came out, Su Rao was obviously stunned.

On Mingyin Festival, donate cold clothes, offer sacrifices to ancestors, and pay homage to the dead.

She has been spinning like a spinning top for the past few days, and she even forgot the days.

At this time in previous years, it was Father who took her to pay homage to A Niang. After the event, he got drunk and babbled about the story with A Niang.

But this year... this year, she was completely alone.

For the funeral ceremony, an extra copy should be prepared.

"Girl, girl..."

A pair of concerned eyes appeared in front of her eyes, which pulled Su Rao's thoughts out of the cold abyss, she lowered her head and let out a low laugh, half mocking.

"So it's time to burn the cold clothes..."

"Yes."

The shopkeeper responded softly, but when she saw her smile, her eyes were full of sadness. For no reason, she felt a little heavy in her heart, "Girl, do you have someone to pay homage to?"

Su Rao didn't speak.

The shopkeeper took her as her acquiescing, and immediately felt more pity: "Although you can't leave home in time to add a stick of incense to the grave of the dead, it's good if you feel it, and they won't blame you."

"Dare to ask the shopkeeper, where are those who sell the things of the dead?"

Su Rao asked in a low voice.

"Turn right when you go out and go straight ahead. When you come across an alley, just turn in."

"Thank you."

She turned around and was about to leave, but within two steps, the shopkeeper came up again and handed over an umbrella, "Look, it looks like it's going to rain. It's already late autumn, and the night is cold and damp. You should take this with you."

Su Rao thanked him, took the umbrella in his hand, and walked out of the inn slowly.

The sky is dark at night, dark clouds are heavy on the top of the head, swallowing lightning, every few steps in front of the corner shop, people burn paper and kneel down, the ashes rise with the wind, flying ash everywhere...

(End of this chapter)