Lord of the Desert

Chapter 246

The autumnal equinox of Zhenghe 28 is on August [-]th.

This day divides autumn evenly, with half of yin and yang, and equal length of day and night.

It was night, and the neighbors of Sixth Heng Street and Qinglian Hutong heard the thunder for half the night.

True thunder.

When it was almost dawn, the thunder began to stop.

The autumn cold has now replaced the summer heat.

The next day, August [-]th.

This was not a day in Jinhai City.

On this day last year, Hong Fan and his team were ambushed by Hai Haifei, and he and Bentley returned to the city exhausted, almost falling asleep with their pillows on them at night.

As for the moonlight, maybe I saw it at that time, but I can't remember it now.

But in Xijing City, August [-]th is a serious festival for worshiping the moon and reunion.

Asahi Prefecture also went to the countryside to do as the Romans did.

Aunt Liu is in charge of cooking the dishes herself, and has been preparing the dishes since the morning.

A round table with a diameter of three meters was set up in the main hall, and Hong Fan took the lead. He sat down with Zhan Yuanzi, Bai Jiaci, Tang Dagu, and Shen Hong and ten others.

Hand-caught mutton, gourd chicken, braised catfish...

The meal was so solid that Shen Hong's head was covered with oil.

When the banquet was over, it was only the second quarter of Xu (07:30 in the evening).

Hong Fan sat on Hong Pan's mansion for a while, exchanging festive blessings with Hong Zhe, Hong Qing and the others.

When he came back, he passed the threshold and saw two figures sitting on the ridge of the roof.

It was Zhan Yuanzi and Bai Jiaci.

"You two will find an elegant seat."

He jumped onto the roof lightly, squeezed into the room of his teammates and sat down.

Then when I raised my eyes, I saw the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon very close.

Today's moon is the size of a disk, with a few long thin clouds like silk scarves.

The moonlight is not as cold as usual, but glowing with a faint golden glow.

The three of them admired the moon for a while, and it was as beautiful as it was beautiful, but it was still almost tasteless.

"The Moon Festival in Xijing pays attention to a reunion."

Zhan Yuanzi pondered.

"On such a day, our second team did not gather together, and I always feel that there is still more to say."

"That's the truth."

Bai Jiaci replied.

"But Si Ye and the others have been invited before, so you don't want to come?"

"There is an argument for not coming over for dinner."

Hong Fan answered.

"Si Ye has a seventh-rank official status. She thought to herself that if she came, my aunt and Lao Tang would definitely not be willing to attend the table. This is one of them."

"Furthermore, Shen Hong and Hong Jie are strangers to them. It would be embarrassing to have a reunion dinner together on the Moon Festival."

Bai Jiaci was stunned upon hearing this.

"So, how about we play another round tonight?"

Zhan Yuanzi suddenly suggested.

"I know there is a 'Love Flower Pavilion' ten miles east of the city, facing Pinghu and the distant mountains, the scenery is unique!"

He looked at Hong Fan with great interest.

"Can you do it?"

Bai Jiaci questioned.

"At nightfall on weekdays, the captain is grounded; now it's late, and they will come out?"

"Si Ye probably won't."

Hong Fan smiled back.

"But today's season is different. Thanks to the full moon in the sky, Ruyi should be able to come."

He said standing up.

"Just the four of us is still too little."

"Why don't I send someone to call Lu Yunshi and Shi Yuanwei, and go to the Love Flower Pavilion together!"

Hong Fan suggested.

"It couldn't be better!"

Zhan Yuanzi responded immediately.

"It's rare to have a good night, a good month, and a good partner. I have to bring my painting tools..."

As he spoke, he started to jump along the ridge of the roof, and fell back to his yard in just a few steps.

An hour later.

Ten miles to the east of the city, there is no one on the official road.

Only under a large corner pavilion by the roadside, more than a dozen people gathered together, their voices and laughter startled the night.

Plates of meat and vegetable delicacies were taken out of Hong Fan's self-serving box. They were already half-cold, but once the heat flow passed, steam came out again.

The dishes are ordered from Xingshengtang.

There are also a few mooncakes on the table, which are filled with egg yolk and jujube paste.

Under the stone table, there are more sweet-scented osmanthus wine, eight altars in total.

Shi Yuanwei lifted the first altar and patted off the mud seal.

There was a clattering sound, hops bloomed in the cup, and the fragrance of the wine spread even more in the wind.

"On the festival of offering sacrifices to the moon, the first cup should be offered as a sacrifice to the moon."

Hong Fan took a cup and held it in his hand.

"Everyone is full..."

After one round passed, it was regarded as an open seat.

There are not enough chairs, and everyone can only sit on the railings on all sides, and it seems that the table is far away.

So Hong Fan simply put away his chopsticks and volleyed in the air with his true energy to eat.

Everyone learns the same way.

For a while, the gentleness swept the floor, but the pride came up.

"Brother Lu, there is something Shi wanted to ask you a long time ago."

Shi Yuanwei came around the table with the wine in his hand.

"Please say."

Master Lu Yun saw that he was serious, and his voice was slightly stern.

"That Fengxu Huakui from Mingyue Tower, did you go to see him later?"

Shi Yuanwei lowered his voice and asked.

As soon as these words came out, the inside and outside of the pavilion fell silent, attracting many eyes.

"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

Lu Yunshi was a little embarrassed.

"Is it possible that you all know about this?"

he asked hard.

"That's natural! On the second day of the Qiqiao Festival, the first thing Ye Xinghuo said when he saw me was 'do you know the news from last night'..."

Shi Yuanwei replied.

"You have been living in seclusion these days, so you don't know that because of this incident, there are allegorical rumors."

Master Lu Yun knew something wrong when he heard the words.

But he still couldn't help asking: "What allegory?"

"I know, Lu Sanlang snatches the hydrangea - nothing."

Wu Ruyi replied first.

Master Lu Yun's face darkened.

"Brother Hong is more famous than you."

Shi Yuanwei seemed to comfort him.

"It is said that everyone who goes to Mingyue Tower in the future will go to the water pavilion stage to see the knife marks left on the floor when he cut the broken iron."

"The sand flow knife is still fresh in my memory, and I will never forget it in my life."

Lu Yunshi pretended to be serious and agreed, and was about to change the subject when he was interrupted suddenly.

"So did you go to Mingyue Tower after all?"

When she turned her head, it was Wu Ruyi who was blinking.

Master Lu Yun couldn't get angry, so he could only shake his head: "How can I be so ignorant..."

"It's such a pity!"

Shi Yuanwei sighed narrowly, took his cup and wanted to leave contentedly, but was grabbed.

"Brother Shi, let's go. We have good food and wine tonight. Can we do a few rounds of drinking orders?"

Master Lu Yun said angrily.

Xingjiuling is a drinking game played by Fengxing Dahua.

At the beginning, one person needs to be elected as the ordering officer, or write a poem, or write a pair, and the rest will improvise the continuation.

Lu Yunshi, Yuan Xuesong, and Yan Yulin are all masters in this way. Wu Ruyi and Zhan Yuanzi can still struggle, but everyone in the third team has to be blinded.

After a few laps, Shi Yuanwei was deliberately targeted, and at first he blushed for a long time, but finally gave up the treatment altogether, no matter what drinking order he came over, it was nothing more than a cup first and then a toast.

Not long after, the first pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine was emptied.

Outside the pavilion, the moon sits in the sky, and the lake meets the autumn grass.

Hong Fan leaned against the pillars of the pavilion, drank a lot of wine, but had more smiles on his face.

As a man in two lifetimes, he has probably read thousands of poems about drinking music in the night moon.

But the sum of the infinite famous articles is not as good as the breeze passing through the pavilion at this moment.

PS: Wow, my mind is still empty.

Struggling for a day, there is not much code out of the text, and people are already numb!
(End of this chapter)