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Chapter 130 I'm Not a Returner, I'm a Passerby
The [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month, New Year's Eve, is the grandest festival in Dagan. From this day until the Lantern Festival, the people of Dagan don't have to work, and even the court ministers can relax for half a month and enjoy the leisure and happiness brought by the festival. .

Enjoy delicious food with your family, watch lanterns in Chang'an City, and watch the sky covered with frost outside the city...

However, Lin Xinyun could only look into the distance alone in the small courtyard, where the two older brothers should be on their way!
In the past at this time, they would get up early to buy a lot of things, and then spend half a day making a basket of rice cakes, fried rice cakes and pork at night, and bought some soju, even if she doesn't usually drink alcohol, she will have a drink on this day.

That was the happiest day of the year for them, and one of the few days when they could eat pork.

Now they can eat pork every day, but the happiness is gone.

Lin Xinyun sighed softly, walked out of the small courtyard, closed the door, went to Qipan Street not far away, bought a piece of fish, a piece of fresh pork belly, rice cakes, and didn't have two brothers, she didn't know what to get. It was time, so I bought a piece of beaten rice cake.

When passing by Jiulong, she bought a jug of shochu.

Carrying a lot of things, she walked towards home. In the past, these things were carried by her two elder brothers. She only needed to plan carefully to find out what kind of fish would be cheaper to buy, because fish is usually cooked but not eaten, which symbolizes the new year. There are more than one year, so the fish can be bought smaller.

Just buy some polished rice for rice cakes, and just buy the cheapest turbid wine for shochu to enjoy yourself...

Now, she doesn't need to care about how much money it costs to buy things, and she doesn't need to calculate carefully, so, does the work of carrying things fall to herself?
Lin Xinyun laughed at herself.

Push open the courtyard door, close it again, and walk into the kitchen.

An hour later, all kinds of dishes were placed on the Eight Immortals table in the dining room, and the tempting aroma made the children of the neighbors keep looking around the wall.

Lin Xinyun sat at the table by herself. After working for a long time, she didn't have much appetite.

……

Jiqing Mansion is in the southwest corner of Dagan, and it is much farther away from Chang'an than Changsha Mansion. It will take two and a half months to arrive by horse-drawn carriage, even if you go fast.

[After the bird's nest is dry, the flying body is lighter]

After leaving Chang'an, the official road became deserted. Lin Qian practiced Confucianism, and the horse pulling the cart seemed to be unshackled from the carriage, its mane fluttered, and its footsteps suddenly became brisk, galloping quickly on the official road.

[Lu Feikuai made by a horse, bow like a thunderbolt]

Another Confucianism, the galloping horse seems to be reborn, each step is more powerful, jumping a longer distance, galloping like a bolt of lightning on the official road.

With the blessing of Confucianism, the journey of two and a half months can be reached in just one month!
If he hadn't cherished the horsepower, Lin Qian could still use some Confucianism, and his speed could be doubled. This was why he chose to ride a carriage, because it would not be much slower than riding a horse.

As for the people in the Xuanjing Division, of course Lin Qian didn't care, but they also had their own secret techniques, and they were not thrown off by Lin Qian.

Lin Qian, who finished writing today's update, opened the curtains and looked out the window at the lonely winter scenery that quickly receded from his eyes.

It's getting dark already, the little girl should have already cooked by this time, right?

Lin Qian's mouth already smelled of my sister's rice cake fried pork, and saliva began to secrete...

"Yong'an should be bickering with the eldest princess again!"

On New Year's Eve, the royal family will also hold a party, and Yong'an and the eldest princess will naturally attend. With Emperor Qianyuan around, Yong'an should not suffer.

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, miss relatives every festive season!

For some reason, the figure of the elf-like girl who likes to wear palace dresses appeared in Lin Qian's mind.

There are pictures of her swinging on a swing, and pictures of her kicking a shuttlecock...

Outside the window is the sound of horseshoes, and inside the car is a homesick tourist.

Unfortunately, she is a princess!
Lin Qian shook his head. This parting made him suddenly seem to understand something, but everything was just a mistake.

"mistake?"

Suddenly, Lin Qian was struck by a bolt of lightning.

[I went to Chang'an

The face waiting in the seasons is like the blooming and falling of a lotus

If the spring breeze does not come, the catkins in March will not fly
Your heart is like a small lonely city

Just like the bluestone streets in the evening

The sound of footsteps is silent, and the curtain of spring in March is not lifted
Your heart is a small casement closed tightly

My rattling horseshoe is a beautiful mistake
I'm not a native, I'm a passerby...]

da da da da...

The sudden sound of horseshoes on the quiet official road made Lin Zhen, who was sitting on the shaft of the car, instantly alert.

In an instant, Lin Zhen felt as if he had returned to the city of Chang'an. The lotus blossoms in the Huaqing Pool, the willows on the bank, and a wanderer slowly passed by on a horse. Crisp sound...

"Illusion?"

Lin Zhen's mind was tense, his skin had already turned a dark golden color, his right hand landed on the handle of the long knife at his waist, his internal energy boiled, and he ensured that he could react as soon as an accident happened.

However, the illusion didn't last too long, and it didn't give him a sense of danger, and it dissipated after a while.

"Xiaoqian, do you notice something is wrong?"

Lin Zhen asked Lin Qian through the car curtain.

"abnormal?"

Lin Qian withdrew from the Palace of Literature, recovering from the emotion just now, he didn't understand what his elder brother was talking about.

Lin Zhen suddenly realized that this is not abnormal, it is a vision!
"Could it be that just now, the second brother made another masterpiece handed down from generation to generation?"

"Second brother's talent is truly terrifying!"

Although he often talked about "my second brother has the appearance of a saint" before, but now, he suddenly felt that the second brother might really be able to become a semi-sage!

As for saints, no saints have been born for thousands of years...

The Xuanjing Division who escorted Lin Qian and the two of them also looked sideways. If the last time Chang'an was full of flowers was not counted, this was the first time they saw the vision with their own eyes.

Is this genius?

Even if you are on the road, you can attract visions casually, and the talent is really dripping out of the carriage!
"interesting!"

In Wangchuan, in the bamboo house, Wang Wei pouted and looked at the two "poems" on the list of books.

"what?"

Elemental noticed that a woman who was busy in the kitchen suddenly appeared and looked at Wang Wei with burning eyes.

Ever since the couple stayed up all night to catch up on the update of "The Legend of Condor Heroes", she has fallen in love with this kind of story. Now when she heard this, she thought there was a new novel coming out.

"I didn't expect that kid Lin Qian to start writing this kind of new poem. It's more interesting than the two [Beihai] poems!"

Of course Wang Wei knew what his wife was thinking, and said with a smile.

He also watched the previous song "Come to the world, you have to look at the sun". Although there is an emotional output, the intention is too far away, more like a child's graffiti.

The song "Wrong" just now made Wang Wei very comfortable to read. The use of classical imagery is smooth and natural, and the emotions are more transitional, with a complete context, which is similar to poetry.

In terms of feeling, this new poem is like a little song.

The woman returned to the kitchen a little disappointed, thinking that there was a new novel!

"But this kid seems to be in love!"

Wang Wei spoke again, but looked at the kitchen door.

Sure enough, the next moment, the figure of the woman reappeared, the fire of gossip burning in a pair of eyes.

"In the past, his words were all bold and grand, but now these two new poems are hazy and euphemistic, very much like the love of a teenager!"

"The little guy doesn't study well, doesn't study hard, this is going astray!"

Wang Wei said with a smile, a joke from someone who came here.

"Pooh!"

"When you were his age, our daughter could make soy sauce!"

The woman curled her lips, but she was a little interested in the two poems Wang Wei said. Holding a spatula, she stood in the living room and entered the Palace of Literature.

"I'm not a returning person, I'm just a passerby..."

Soon, the woman was immersed in the imagery of this poem, as if there was a landscape painting of Chang'an hanging in front of her, and there seemed to be a lingering love story floating in her mind.

She thought of the little things she had with Wang Wei back then.

[Cui Ying has already made a big hit]

(End of this chapter)