Luo nine needles

Chapter 82

On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, Qixing took Aokiji to go out again to watch the lanterns.

Because the emperor had fun with the people on this day, countless people flocked to the Imperial Street.

Qixing also went with the green pheasant, and squeezed into the innermost place.

Qingzhi didn't know how he squeezed in, but the young lady led her like a fish, gently swayed through the crowds of people, and stood at the last place where ordinary people could go.

After crossing a few rows of guards armed with weapons, one can see the gorgeous imperial city gate, officials, eunuchs, and the bright yellow guard of honor of the emperor at a glance.

But the distance is still too far, there are too many people and the lights are bright, and the face of the Son of Heaven cannot be seen clearly.

This is enough, and the people behind them are like a tide, cheering continuously.

On the opposite street, there were no crowds, and the guards were as strict as a dam, and the people over there were strolling in the courtyard.

These people are officials, relatives of the emperor, and their family members. In addition, there are also a group of scholars in long gowns and Confucian robes.

These are the Taixue students who were invited to participate this year.

Although there is no official gown-level dress, but walking in it does not feel out of place.

"Even if I don't wear official robes, I still feel that I can sit on an equal footing with the courtiers." A student whispered.

Lu Yizhi hissed at him: "Even if we wear official robes in the future, we are still juniors."

Of course the Tai student knew it too, but he was too excited to hold it back. He looked at the face of Mr. Lu San, on the bright sky street, under the light of the lights, the son became more and more crystal clear, as handsome as jade.

He was obviously still a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, but he looked calm.

"Aren't you excited at all?" the classmate said in a low voice, "Looking at the lantern with His Majesty."

Lu Yizhi turned slightly to him and said, "It's not like sitting in front of His Majesty to watch the lanterns, our seat is on the outermost side."

This was obviously more insane, he hadn't put on official robes yet, and already thought of sitting in front of His Majesty, the classmate couldn't help laughing, but he didn't feel disgusted by Lu Yizhi's words, but found it interesting.

This is the young man.

The two walked happily, talking and laughing in a low voice, when suddenly an elderly scribe in a Confucian robe in front of him called back, "Different."

This is the doctor of Taixue, Xia Houning.

"Hurry up, Mr. Xiahou is calling you." The students hurriedly reminded, and a series of voices came from the front.

Lu Yizhi had already quickened his pace, and as he came, the other students moved out of the way, and all eyes focused on him.

Seeing Mr. Xiahou and the young man whispering a few words, the young man nodded, and as Mr. Xiahou continued to walk forward, the Tai students whispered, and soon spread to the rear.

"Sir asked him to sit and serve wine."

Serving wine is not a lowly thing, it is the student's duty to serve his husband, not to mention that Mr. Xiahou is sitting in front of the emperor.

Mr. Xiahou has always been fond of Lu Yizhi, but this time he took him to sit there.

"Mr. Lu San is good-looking, who wouldn't want to take it with him." Someone was sour.

"It's good-looking, and you have to be able to handle it." Some people commented pertinently, "There are many good-looking people in the world, and Mr. Xiahou doesn't always bring them with him."

"Mr. Lu San is very good at resolving your worries." Someone whispered again, "Mr. has been looking for the ancient books for a long time. It was Lu Yizhi who found them and bought them as gifts for Mr. I heard that Mr. cried when he looked at the ancient books."

There is really no way, Lu Yizhi is good-looking, talented, smart, and rich—an ancient book that can make Mr. Xiahou cry is worth a thousand gold.

How can this kind of person not be liked? The students watched the two people walking in the front with complicated emotions.

The classmate who spoke before stared at Lu Yizhi in front of him. This kid was joking just now that he sat in front of His Majesty, and he really sat there in the blink of an eye. Was he excited?

Lu Yizhi followed behind Mr. Xiahou, passing the students and the officials, and the tall gate tower was getting closer and closer in front of him.
His body was upright, his steps were graceful, and he didn't show agitation at all, let alone flustered.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see countless gazes from all around him, and when passing by the opposite street corner, he could still hear the noise.

There is a crowd as dense as ants.

Lu Yizhi went straight to the highest place in the world without squinting. He didn't look over there, so he couldn't see what the people there looked like, and he couldn't hear anyone exclaiming.

"Small, miss!"

Qingzhi grabbed Qixing's arm, looked at the young master who was walking in the bright light, and blurted out.

"Is that the third son?"

With the Lu family in such a mess, she would have turned the third son into an enemy long ago.

When she suddenly saw that Young Master Pianpian appearing in front of her eyes, the memory of the past came back again, and she had complicated emotions.

Qingzhi gritted his teeth bitterly: "He can come to Tianjie to watch the lights, their house is so bad."

Qixing smiled: "Of course he can, his family is just treating me badly, not disrespecting the court or His Majesty."

Miss still very happy?Miss is so happy because she saw the third son?
Hey, no matter what, when the young lady is at home, she has a deep-rooted affection for the third son
Qingzhi looked at the imperial city again, the distance was too far, there were too many people, the young master could no longer be seen, and one could not help but suspect that he was blinded by seeing.

"That's right." Qixing said, and pointed to Qingzhi, "He followed that person to the gate tower."

Aokiji stared hard at the city gate, because His Majesty was there, the lights were not very bright for safety, and the guards were heavily guarded and there were people everywhere. She felt that it was hard to tell whether it was a person or a flagpole standing there.
Miss, you can see it so clearly.

How much do you care?
Qingzhi couldn't help looking at Qixing, his eyes were a little sad.

Qixing seemed to be aware of her doubts, and pointed to his own eyes: "My eyes are very good, after all, I am Xiu Niang."

Qingzhi laughed again.

The hustle and bustle of festivals filled the city, which made the deep house behind Huixian Tower even more quiet.

A dim light was on in the back house, illuminating the two figures sitting opposite each other.

"The order to promote meritorious deeds has been issued, and I don't know how many people have responded." Zhike said, "It has been so many years."

The rich man held a bowl and ate fried beans: "You are underestimating ourselves. Mohists are not cowards, no matter how difficult and dangerous it is, inherit Mohism and inherit the ambition of the sages. Everyone has no hesitation."

The two were chatting and laughing, when there was a light knock on the door outside, Zhike silently saluted the rich man, turned around and walked out, the door was closed.

After a while, Zhike opened the door and came in.

"The frequent movements these days have brought everyone back together." He said in a low voice, "But troubles have also come."

After the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, for many people, the year is over, and they have to work hard for the next year.

I don't know if it was because he was busy on the road and couldn't bear to rest. There were only six people sitting in a tea shed on this road.

But these six people occupied three tables, all dressed in shabby cotton robes, with unshaven hair, like beggars on the street.

The shopkeeper squatted in the stove carefully, and did not dare to persuade them to give up the table. Even if they did, the people walking outside were well-informed and saw that these people were not good, so they would not come in, so as not to get into trouble.

"This tea is quite good." A man took a big sip from the tea bowl, smacked his lips, and said, "Brother, have another pot."

As he spoke, he lifted his clothes and raised his legs, and stepped on the basket placed beside him with a big foot in straw sandals.

The little brother of the store came over with a teapot tremblingly. It is inevitable to encounter bad-tempered customers when opening a store on the road, but there are not many customers who can tell at a glance that their identities are not good people.

Are bandits so swaggering now?
"Put your feet down and be seen," the man next to him scolded, "What does it look like?"

While talking, he looked around, and then at the shopkeeper who came over.

The store boy hurriedly lowered his head, but was aroused by the words, and couldn't help but look at the man's tattered straw sandals, so what if he was seen?

(End of this chapter)