Dijun's black moonlight is back

Chapter 63
When Ling Yu woke up, there were a lot of daily necessities piled up outside the room.

In the wooden box on the top is a thin blanket of grass green color, which is very rare, and the difficulty is that the dye is not easy to make.

Wen Jingchan spent all the gold, silver and jewels in the box of the rattan demon, and turned them all into the pile in front of Lingyu.

She stretched, and then saw Wen Jingchan conjure up a paper crane and put everything in it.

He made a trick in his hand, and the paper crane came to life instantly, and after he threw it, it flew towards Mingjing Mountain.

"Did you leave room money for Fengniang?" Ling Yu looked down at the empty box.

When Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, Feng Niang happened to walk to the door of their room.

The door was open, and Feng Niang was holding an invitation card and said outside the door: "I have already given it, but it is useless for me to refuse it again and again."

Looking at her, Ling Yu seemed to have aged a lot overnight.

The hair that was originally jet black and soft and shiny also gave birth to a lot of white strands.The makeup on her face was also very heavy, as if she deliberately wanted to hide her fatigue.

Ling Yu saw through and didn't say anything, just stood there and looked at her from a distance.

The moment Fengniang met her eyes, there was a hint of dodge in her eyes, as if she had a guilty conscience.

Ling Yu stared straight at her, as sharp as a falcon.

Feng Niang put the invitation card on the flower stool by the door and then turned and left, no one could resist being looked at like this.

Wen Jingchan knew it without looking at it, it was an invitation for Qushuiyan.

In fact, he deliberately let this matter stop here, the person who wanted to arrest the disciples of Mingjing Mountain was obviously sent by Xuan Ji.

Yu Niang had reminded him not to drink Ruyi wine before, and he felt that following this clue would most likely meet the Mozun directly.

Winning or losing is not important to him alone, but Ling Yu still follows his own.

Ling Yu took the invitation card over, read it carefully and asked him, "Master, are you going?"

She is asking questions knowingly, and her attitude is very obvious that she wants to go.

"Look, the wishful wine in the cup," Ling Yu read the invitation, "to relieve all kinds of worries, don't you want to try it?"

"What worries do you want to relieve?" Wen Jingchan looked into her eyes.

worry?
She never worries.

If you want to say hate, there is indeed.

"Following you, I don't worry about eating or drinking," Ling Yu said, "I have nothing to worry about."

"But I want to see the world."

This reason is somewhat out of tune, but also out of tune.

What Ling Yu wanted was to meet Xuan Ji by chance, and then talk to him about breaking the formation.

If Wen Jingchan didn't go, it would be more convenient for her to move.His words were full of refusal, Ling Yu thought he could move freely.

Unexpectedly, even if he didn't want to come, he would still accompany Ling Yu to the Qushui Banquet.

This unique banquet was placed in the garden of Jinfeng Building, and a meandering stream was really dug, allowing the dishes to flow from the water to the invited guests.

There is a price tag on each plate, and if you are willing to bid, you can take the plate to fish for the dish.

Ling Yu leaned against a weathered stone, staring intently at the food floating in front of her.

These things are not cheap, but she doesn't like them.

"Didn't you say there is wishful wine?" Ling Yu became a little impatient.

"The fine wine is not here," Feng Niang appeared behind her at some unknown time, "it's near the water tower."

The creek starts from the back kitchen of Jinfenglou, and ends at Jinshuiloutai.

It is the favorite place for literati and elegant guests to occupy themselves. There are wine and meat, as well as pens and ink for them to compete with each other. If they really don't like it, they can still listen to music there.

The most famous ladies in Mengsheng Pavilion love to select guests who are qualified to watch their performances there.

Feng Niang shyly turned to make way for the two of them: "Would you like to go with me?"

Ling Yu walked over without thinking, and Wen Jingchan had no choice but to follow.

Along the way, there are many guests, all gathered around a table in groups of three or four, chatting while eating and drinking.

There are many people around the near water tower, all waiting for Ruyi wine.

Ling Yu's eyes swept over the people around her, she was looking for Xuan Ji.

Fengniang knew that she was distracted, so she took her hand and gently stroked the back of her hand.

Ling Yu subconsciously wanted to pull her hands back, but was pinched tightly by Feng Niang's seemingly weak hands, so she had no choice but to look up at the woman in front of her.

"Does the immortal master understand the rules of my Qushui Banquet?" Feng Niang said with a smile.

There were many fine lines in the corners of her eyes overnight, and it was actually a little hard to notice if you didn't look carefully.

"What's the rule?" Ling Yu was touched so hard that she stood on his head, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from her.

"I have a very interesting game," Feng Niang said, "I need everyone to join me and find the person I wrote on the wishful post."

"To drink this wishful wine together."

Her words are true, there is indeed a formation that has not yet been activated on the near water tower.

Wen Jing contemplates its layout, and everything he does and lists are for the purpose of sealing off the five senses of the people in the formation. Once you enter the formation, you will not be able to smell, hear, see, touch, or taste.

"What is a wishful post?" Ling Yu asked her.

Feng Niang gave each of them a piece of paper with gold patterns on a red background: "Here, you write each other's name, and if you find each other among so many people, you can drink wishful wine."

Ling Yu looked over and over at the paper in his hand, but didn't see any trace of demonic aura.

"But why should I drink your wishful wine?" Ling Yu asked.

"Is there someone the immortal master misses so much but can't see each other?" Fengniang said, "Or is there a regretful past that won't go away?"

"When a glass of wine enters the throat, all worries disappear."

There was no one she was thinking about, but there was one person she couldn't meet. She wanted to see Xuan Ji, but she couldn't find him.

"Okay," Ling Yu readily responded, "Give me the pen."

She used her hands as the case, and wrote her name directly on the wishful post in her palm. After writing a word, she stopped after only writing three horizontal lines in the static word.

When she looked up, Wen Jingchan was indeed looking at her.

The eyes of the two met at this moment, and Ling Yu only hated herself for being too careless, which leaked the truth.

After going up the mountain, he never mentioned his small print.

Wen Jingchan acted calmly, and Lingyu couldn't help but wonder if he had noticed. Seeing that his expression was as usual, her flustered heart calmed down.

Fortunately, he didn't find out.

Wen Jingchan averted his gaze, took another pen and wrote Ling Yu's name on the wishful post.

The font is thin and powerful, and the characters are like the person.

He knew that Ling Yu saw that he was not suspicious, so he erased the written words with peace of mind and changed it to Wuyang Zhenjun.

When he lowered his head, there was a brief smile on the corner of his mouth.

Although I knew that she was the little crow I picked up, but seeing her cover up so clumsily, I still couldn't help but find it interesting.

In fact, she doesn't have to be so 300 taels of silver here. Wen Jingchan didn't intend to force her to admit something she didn't want to admit.

They have been separated for more than 700 years, and she still remembers that his name is Wenyu, and the small character is Jingchan.

This is already a great joy for him.

(End of this chapter)