I dress up as a poor noblewoman, and I bring my whole family home with my literary talent.

Chapter 97 It’s Chinese New Year

By the time the carriage arrived at the Song residence, it was already the end of the ten-hour period.
The dusk is thick and the wind is cold

Originally scheduled to arrive home at 3 p.m., Mr. Song was so late that his eyebrows were throbbing, and he was walking around in the hall guarding a large table of food. Mrs. Zhao was calm, sometimes sending her maid to check at the door, and sometimes comforting her with a few words.

“I’m back, I’m back…” the doorman ran into the front yard, shouting with joy.

Mrs. Song and others followed closely into the hall.
……

When Madam Song entered the hall, she saw Master Song and Madam Zhao sitting there calmly, and she felt a surge of anger. "You two seem to be enjoying yourself at home, but why don't you just eat the reunion dinner? You even waited for us?"

Zhao Xiaoniang said nothing and tried hard to reduce her presence.

Madam Song sat down on the chair, gave Master Song a sidelong look, and said sarcastically, "We are not at home, why don't you go and have a drink with your friends today?!"

"..." Master Song was scolded for doing nothing, his expression was confused and aggrieved, "What are you talking about? I went to Lingjing Temple and my temper flared up."

"When you mention going to Lingjing Temple, I..."

"cough cough"

Before Madam Song finished her words, she was interrupted by Madam Zhou who coughed. Madam Zhou smiled and said, "Madam, let's eat first."

I secretly complained about this old woman's lack of control over her words. Of course, the fewer people who knew about what happened in Lingjing Temple, the better. Could it be a good thing if the news of her disappearance got out?
Mrs. Song reacted immediately and stopped talking about it.

Mr. Song was a simpleton, and he didn't realize that they were hiding something. "Yes, yes, yes... Let's eat. The food has been heated up twice."

The New Year's Eve family reunion dinner was prepared to be exceptionally sumptuous, with plenty of fish and meat. Mr. Song even sent someone to buy two signature dishes from Fengxianlou.

After dinner, they went back to their rooms. Zhao Xiaoniang pulled Song Lingwan into her room to chat.

Song Lingyi lay alone in bed. Counting the days, Xie Yanshu would return to Beijing. Last month, Xie Yanshu wrote to her, saying that everything was going well over there, and asked about her recent situation in Chang'an.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, Song Lingyi knew that he was asking about the bet and whether her heart belonged to someone...

Since she has someone in her heart, Song Lingyi couldn't help but think of the scene today when Lu Jing came to the rescue and held her horizontally.

No, no!

Song Lingyi shook her head, as if she wanted to shake out the water in her brain.

He is a killer!
Maybe he will die in some remote wilderness one day, what's the point of thinking about him?
In the distance, the bell tower on the street rang loudly. Three bells rang one after another, reaching the ears of the people in the city. The new year had just begun.

She turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

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New Year's Day
I wish to get rid of the old and create new ideas, and be new every day with the New Year.

The three sisters got up early, put on new clothes, and paid New Year's greetings to Mr. Song and Mrs. Song, and even received some New Year's money.

The streets in the west of the city are bustling with activity. There are lion dance performances in Nanqiao during the day, and you can also visit temple fairs and enjoy lanterns at night.

evening……

It got dark early, around 3:30 pm. After dinner, Ah Zhu brought a small load of dry bamboo for making firecrackers.

Mrs. Song and Mr. Song were unwilling to spend their spare money on firecrackers and fireworks, so Song Lingyi decided to make them herself. These dry bamboos were lit with fire. When the bamboos were burned and exploded, they made a "crackling" sound, which was called firecrackers.

Ah Zhu had even carefully brought some dry grass for kindling, and arranged the bamboo into a shape like a pile of firewood, smiling innocently, "It's easier to light this way."

Song Changling and Song Lingwan had never seen such "firecrackers" before, and they thought it was very innovative. When the firecrackers crackled, Song Changling took several steps back, fearing that sparks would jump onto the new clothes. "A year has passed with the sound of firecrackers, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu!" Song Lingyi squatted beside the firecrackers to light them, and recited this poem happily.

The firecrackers burned out a small golden-red spark that jumped in the dark night. Although not as bright as fireworks, the "crackling" sound did add a lot of joy to the New Year.

The temple fair officially opened, and Mrs. Song, with a cheerful face, invited the whole family to go out.

The streets are crowded with people and the lights are bright, illuminating every face.

There was a crossroad where several circles of people were crowded together, and passers-by were constantly pushing their way inside.

Song Lingyi pulled her fourth sister through the crowd for a long time, and only when they squeezed in did they discover that there was a troupe of actors wielding swords and guns in the crowd.

Sometimes he would breathe fire, sometimes he would crush rocks with his chest.

There were endless exclamations all around, and even Song Lingyi was immersed in this joyful and festive atmosphere and joined in the fun.

After the stone-breaking performance, a handsome, slender young man holding a sword walked out of the troupe.

The young man drew his sword swiftly, did a side flip, and lightly picked up a lantern with the tip of his sword. He turned around, stepped on the ground with one foot, and slowly moved the lantern away with his sword horizontally, and nodded to the crowd.

"Wow--"

Regardless of his appearance, his stage moves are so cool!
Song Lingyi was already mesmerized just by reading the beginning.

Although it lacks the graceful temperament of dance, this sword dance with its strong sword energy has an indescribable charm.

After each sword dance, the young man's gaze would be fixed on the crowd watching, and every time this happened, the crowd would spontaneously burst into exclamations.

And the exclamations became louder and louder
The slender figure became an extremely dark and sharp silhouette against the moonlight, like a free and unrestrained dynamic ink painting.

After the sword dance, the person in the troupe who was holding the bag to receive the reward money didn't need to say anything. The copper coins fell into the bag like an overwhelming force. He just had to keep saying "Thank you for your support, thank you for your support."

After watching the troupe's performance, Song Lingyi took Song Lingwan to buy lanterns. The street was crowded with people. She just arrived at the stall and picked up the lantern, but when she turned around, her fourth sister was gone.

After buying the lanterns, I saw that Fourth Sister was pulled into the jewelry shop by Zhao Xiaoniang.

Suddenly I remembered the same situation on the Dragon Boat Festival.

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Dark Blade Village

Unlike the hustle and bustle outside, it is very quiet inside.
The person brought back yesterday was locked in a dark room. After being tortured inhumanely, the young monk finally revealed some clues.

He didn't know who the person behind the scenes was, but he knew that this person was a court official and held a high position. Whether it was selling private salt or making Jingtan incense, it was all for the purpose of making a lot of money.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Lu Jing stayed in the dark room from morning till night and came out covered in blood.

The village is quieter tonight than usual. After all, killers also need holidays.

Jiying was guarding in the yard, and did not forget to tinker with the lanterns bought on the street. When he saw Lu Jing coming out, he said eagerly: "Master, it's the first day of the new year, and the streets are so lively. There is a temple fair in the west of the city. Do you want to go and take a look?"

Lu Jing looked indifferent, "How is Suochunlou?"

"Business tonight was a little slower than usual, but we still made a lot of money."

"What about His Highness?"

"There is a palace banquet today, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has entered the palace." Jiying said.