I didn't intend to become a fairy

Chapter 444 Yangzhou Qingyun Palace

Qingnu County, Lejun, Yangzhou, is the county seat of Lejun.

The Yangzhou water system is very well developed in water transportation, and Qingnv County is also built on the water, and the Qingnv River passes through the city.This is also a beautiful Jiangnan county town. All the houses have white walls and black tiles. Every morning and evening are shrouded in thin mist. The white walls are soaked in white mist, and the boundary between walls and fog becomes blurred.

This county town is more prosperous than many states that Song You visited. There are many shops on the street, people come and go on the road, cars are like flowing water and horses are like dragons. Compared with Langzhou, it seems like two worlds.

In addition to being prosperous and prosperous, walking on the street, you can often hear a song or two from the mouth of the boatman from the nearby Qingnv River, or a line or two of poetry from the mouth of the literati and poets at the bow of the boat, or hear the song from the road. The sound of the orchestra coming from the nearby restaurant and brothel is leisurely and pleasant.Regardless of whether it is a county seat or a county seat in Yangzhou, it seems that there are endless brothels and restaurants.

This is its other charm.

No wonder Princess Changping loved Xiayangzhou so much when she was young.

Similarly, you can also buy anything that Dayan can buy here.

Song You found an inn near the river, and booked it directly for half a month. This was the shortest time the store could offer a discount, and Song You wanted to take this opportunity to take a good look at the wildness of Yaozhou and Langzhou.

However, in addition to going out for a stroll in the previous two days, I exchanged the extra honey that Sanhua Empress picked on the road into money, and also replenished the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and spices consumed along the way, and Song You made a pair of new ones for herself. Apart from shoes, I seldom go out for a walk.

Most of the time on weekdays, he leaned against the window, leaning out half of his body, silently looking at the green river water below and the ships that kept coming and going. He didn't know what he was thinking.

When he got tired of watching, he started writing travel notes.

In the first few days, I felt that every day was very long. I stayed here for half a month without moving, which must be a long time. I felt that I must have enough rest, but when I looked back, ten days had passed.

In the past ten days, the novelty brought by the small town in the south of the Yangtze River and the feeling of the long-lost prosperity and convenience have gradually faded away. Instead, I feel that I live in an inn every day, whether it is asking the inn guy to deliver food, or going out to find a restaurant in a nearby street. , or order food from a restaurant and deliver it to your door, the food you eat is extremely light.Especially in this era, it is so light that you can taste the smell of meat and fish.Empress Sanhua had already begun to steal rats in the middle of the night again, while Song You still didn't know where to go.

So there is only this river left to see.

Except for the rain, the river water is almost unchanged, but the guests in the painting boats on the river are never the same.

There are poor people who are busy making a living, and there are also handsome young ladies. Some nobles also invite a few musicians and singers to play on the boat while having the musicians play and the singers sing. At this time, Song You will have fun with people on both sides of the river. Pedestrians and merchants come together to enjoy some of their glory and enjoy some elegance.

Even at night, there are light boat night cruises.

Looking at the various aspects of people's livelihood is also one of the spiritual practices.

"Ugh……"

Song You looked away from the river outside the window, and turned to look at Tong'er in the room.

The little girl was dressed in three-color clothes and was lying on a square table. A square piece of paper was spread out on the table, held in place by a gem given by Yaksha. She was carefully holding a brush and writing small characters under the paper.

As I write, I pause for a moment, showing a thoughtful look.

"Mistress Sanhua."

"Well?"

The little girl immediately lifted up and stared at him vigilantly.

Song You stood by the window, knowing that once he approached, she would immediately reach out to cover the paper, and if she approached again, she would put the paper away, so she didn't approach, but leaned against the window sill and asked: " Mistress Sanhua is writing about overseas experiences, right?"

"Travel Notes!"

"Why does Sanhua Empress have to sit across from me when I write a travel diary and read it, but Sanhua Empress doesn't allow me to sit across from me and read it when she writes a travel diary?"

"Well!"

"And I also chose to write when I was looking at the scenery."

"no!"

"Ok?"

"You wrote it in the middle of the night while you were sleeping!"

"So that's the case." Song You looked at the little girl helplessly, "Miss Sanhua really has double standards."

"Double standard!"

"It's just like Empress Sanhua..."

"I don't understand~"

"Ugh……"

Song You was still leaning against the window, not at all intending to peep at what she wrote, but just sighed and said helplessly: "It's not an option to stay here every day, but this county doesn't seem to have many interesting places... ..."

"Empress Sanhua saw a lot of people go to the beautiful wooden house with many lanterns!" The little girl suggested to him, "It seems very interesting! We can also go there to play!"

"There...it's not that fun..."

"Those people seem to be having a good time!" The little girl said seriously, this is not a lie.

"Those dusty places are not suitable for cultivators to go in and play. At most, go in and eat something, drink some wine, listen to music and watch dancing, that's fine."

"What about the cat?"

"Cultivator cats don't work either."

"why?"

"..."

Song You was silent for a moment: "It's very expensive there."

"!"

The little girl's expression froze.

"I heard that there is Qingyun Palace in the city, which is very effective, and it is also the largest temple in Le County. We can go and have a look and burn incense." When Song You was speaking, he lowered his head to the side and gently tapped his fingers Pointing at the top of Yanzi's forehead, he paused, "By the way, I'd like to ask the god who was appointed by the national teacher at the beginning." "When will I go?"

"Mistress Sanhua will go as soon as she finishes writing."

"Miss Sanhua finished writing!"

After finishing speaking, the little girl immediately put away her pen, took a deep breath, and blew slowly on the paper on the table in front of her, drying the ink all over the paper.

"By the way, Ningxiang ink seems to be produced in Yangzhou. Maybe it will be cheaper in Yangzhou. We can ask where it is produced and buy a few when we pass by." Song You also saw her movements, and saw the ink on the paper. Slightly bluish ink blots, only then did I think of it.

Ningxiang is good. I have used one and never forget it.

I even used it to write letters to the Taoist priest in Guanzhong.

It's been eight years in a flash...

There was a sense of trance for a while.

"Condensing fragrant ink!"

The little girl's repetition interrupted his thoughts.

Song You shook his head, dispelled the trance, and looked at her with a smile: "Empress Sanhua has made great progress in knowledge now, and has good attainments in calligraphy, and she is still writing great works. In this case, she naturally wants to be the best in the world. Only good ink can match the brushwork of Empress Sanhua, and only then can it be worthy of the masterpiece that Empress Sanhua is creating."

"Ms. Sanhua's snot~"

"Empress Sanhua clearly knows what I'm talking about."

"Obviously know it!"

While talking, the little girl carefully put away the papers, then stood upright on the spot, staring up at the Taoist, which meant that she was ready to go out.

"Let's go."

Song You walked towards the door.

"Let's go..."

The little girl also took steps.

"Pop puff..."

The swallow didn't go through the door, but flew out of the window, circling wantonly in the air outside a few times, then circled around the roof, flew to the top of the street, and followed them all the time.

……

Soon, three figures came outside Qingyun Palace.

A young Taoist wearing new shoes and an old Taoist robe and holding a bamboo stick, a beautiful little girl wearing three-color clothes and braided braids, and a handsome, tall and thin boy in black and white clothes.

Song You looked up at the door couplet as usual.

At the gate of Qingyun Palace, it is written:
Fu Yin is charitable;
Misfortune comes from clever rape.

Very simple door couplet.

Song You looked back and stepped into the mountain gate.

Sure enough, there is a lot of incense in the temple, and there are many pilgrims. There are many gods enshrined in several temples. The main gods in Tiangong are rarely absent. It may be because Yangzhou has been prosperous for a long time, or people’s main pursuit is focused on wealth and fame. Therefore, most of the enshrined are Tiangong civil servants.Apart from the Chijin Emperor, the most incensed people are the God of Wealth and Wenquxing, and then the local gods.

As for the military attachés, no matter Jin Lingguan or Zhou Lei Gong, there are no statues of them here.

There is a statue of the old Yanxian——

Yangzhou has begun to plant high-quality overseas seeds brought back by Anqing Yanzi. As the largest palace and temple in Le County, it is natural that there should be a statue of Lao Yanxian. This is a death order of the imperial court.

Lao Yanxian still has a lot of incense.

Then he saw that handsome young man who was not like ordinary people bought three sticks of incense at the first time, and came to the temple where the statue of the old Yan fairy was enshrined, but he waited at the door for a long time, until there were fewer people offering incense inside, he did not Seize the opportunity to go forward, kneel on the futon, and offer incense to your ancestors.

The movements are almost the same as those of ordinary pilgrims.

Those who didn’t know it thought he was really here to offer incense.

It's just that among the people who came to offer incense to Lao Yanxian, most of them came to pray for a good harvest, and there were very few people as young as him, let alone as beautiful as him.

And he didn't pray, but whispered the family news.

Old Yan Xian was quite strict with him, but he naturally knew in his heart that it was out of the respect he had for himself and a kind of eagerness to hate iron for steel. In fact, the old ancestor was very kind to him.

And he has no other relatives.

That being the case, after following Mr. for several years, I will naturally take the time to tell my ancestors what I have learned and improved in recent days, as well as those interesting things that are only related to myself.

Whispering in a low voice, a cool breeze blew up in the temple, soft and refreshing, it couldn't shake off the attractive clothes, at most it made the ends of the hair tremble and become itchy, and the incense on the altar was blown to make it hang Xuan'er, For a moment, the ice-cold statue seemed to be more lively, and its brows and eyes softened a lot.

This is not something only swallows can see.

Even ordinary people can feel it.

The Taoist priest in Qingyun Palace was walking out from the inner courtyard. When he passed by this temple, he seemed to have a feeling. He couldn't help but stop in doubt and turned his head to look. When he saw this scene, he couldn't help being stunned.

The boy knelt and whispered, the cigarette curled up, and the god appeared.

The Taoist priest was stunned for a moment.

When he came back to his senses, there was a young Taoist in front of him, with new shoes and old Taoist robe, and a jade-like bamboo stick, smiling at him and saluting: "My surname is Song Mingyou, and I come from Yizhou. Fellow Taoist, please be polite."

(End of this chapter)