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Although the crowd was noisy, no one approached the carriage.

The car from the Zhenguo Palace drove smoothly all the way and stopped outside Yufulou.

Today, red silk and lanterns were hung outside Yufu Building, new peach charms were posted on the windows, and the building was bustling with people. However, few people were having meals in the hall. They sat at a table of three or four, chatting happily with each other, with packed food at hand.

During such a grand festival, they want to bring back the delicious food from Yufulou that they usually don’t want to taste and share it with their families…

Seeing that it was the carriage of the Zhenguo Palace, the sharp-eyed servant hurried to find the master.

Huo Lang strode forward, carrying Huo Changming who was half hanging on him, and Mrs. Huo followed behind him.

"I have seen the prince..."

Jiang Jichen stopped the person and nodded to Madam Huo as a greeting, "Today is a festive day, regardless of status."

Mrs. Huo secretly rolled her eyes at her husband who was grinning innocently, and moved aside, "Your Highness, the lion dance is about to begin. Please move upstairs..."

Huo Lang nodded, which meant that what his wife said was what he wanted to say!

Huo Changming on his back hung his head and raised his hand weakly, "Dad, put me down first... I want to find my sister An An!"

His stomach,

I am about to throw up the crystal buns I ate this morning...

On the other side, An An was hanging on her father's neck, nodding her head in agreement, "An An wants to come down too!"

There was no other way, the old father had to let go of his precious child.

As soon as Tuanzi's feet touched the ground, she was about to run away, but her father grabbed her chubby little hand.

Jiang Jichen: "There are many people downstairs, just stay with me..."

Jiang An pouted and uttered an "ow", then stood obediently next to her father.

After listening to the whole story, Hu Yan looked at the maids and guards following behind the group. Even though the prince didn't like grand occasions, there were still eight people accompanying him...

The corners of his mouth twitched. A lot of people?

With such airtight protection, who can get close to it?

This private room has the best view of Yufulou. It is also very large inside. In addition to the large round table for dining, there is also a small table for drinking tea and snacks. There is even a bed in the innermost room for resting.

There were a few pots of charcoal fire in the corner of the house. Looking out from the railing, I could see the lion dance team approaching from the long street.

The sound of drums and suonas from the accompanying team penetrated half of Chongzhou Prefecture.

Huo Changming held Jiang An's hand and took some cakes from the small table and stuffed them into his sister's mouth.

He gave it to her and she ate it. Her chubby cheeks were puffed up, and with her round eyes, she looked like a hamster eating...

Jiang Jichen and his companions stood by the railing on the second floor, wearing cloaks, with their backs to the private room.

Mrs. Huo turned around again and saw that there was one less piece of cake on each of the pastry plates. Her son even gave Jiang An a cup of tea, fearing that the dumplings would choke.

She closed her eyes and silently said to herself: It is unlucky to beat a child on New Year's Eve... unlucky...

Seeing that her son wanted to give Tuanzi another cup of tea, Mrs. Huo quickly took the teacup and replaced it with a cup of hot goat milk.

She glared at Chang Ming secretly, "Sister An An is only three years old, she can't drink tea!"

Huo Changming was timid and nodded in agreement, but he still couldn't help but whispered, "A three-year-old can't drink, but a seven-year-old should be able to drink..."

"A few days ago, my father gave me a taste of wine..."

If you can drink wine, you can drink tea too~ (Author: bushi)

The silly young master shook his head, as if recalling something difficult to accept, "Drink!"

drink wine?

Mrs. Huo narrowed her eyes and stared at her husband's back, her beautiful eyes filled with: You're finished!

It is unlucky to beat a child on New Year's Eve, but it does not say that beating a husband is also unlucky!

Jiang An took a small sip of goat milk from a small cup, his round eyes flashing with gossip and excitement.

She put down the cup and ran to the railing where the adults were standing. Her fat paws tugged at Huo Lang's robe.

Huo Lang looked down and saw Tuanzi holding his head high, with some crumbs still on his mouth. "You're in trouble~"

After saying this, Tuanzi laughed, opened her two little hands and ran towards her father, hugging Jiang Jichen's thighs tightly.

Holland:?

He didn't understand why, but he subconsciously looked at his wife.

Seeing Mrs. Huo's knife-wielding eyes, Huo Lang's alarm bells immediately went off.

He scratched his head and tried to recall what he had done wrong recently.

Look at your son.

Huo Changming's eyes wandered, and he smiled with his white teeth showing, feeling somewhat guilty...

No matter what his reason is, the most important thing is to coax his wife. No matter how wrong he is, it is all his fault!

Seeing Huo Lang about to move, Mrs. Huo glared at him secretly.

Since there are distinguished guests present, she has to save some face for her husband.

On the long street, half-grown children ran by, shouting, "The lion dance is coming! The lion dance is coming!"

The railing on the second floor had a large gap between the wooden pillars, just enough to fit a dumpling of that size.

Jiang Jichen bent down and held Jiang An in his arms. He poked her nose with his finger and cursed in a low voice: "Little brat!"

Tuanzi was swinging her embroidered shoes, and the tassels made of pearls on the uppers were swinging back and forth playfully.

She chuckled, trying to get away with it, "It's not An An~"

The sound of the suona is very close. Except for the dull and heavy drum sounds, all other sounds are covered by the suona. The sound of the instrument goes straight from the ears to the heart.

The emotional suona sound made Jiang An shiver. She scratched her arm with her fat hands to smooth out the goose bumps.

Because her father was holding her, she could see more clearly.

The long procession, whether it is the drummers or the suona, all hung festive red cloths and scattered on both sides of the procession.

There are eight dancing lions, four in front and four in the back. The eyes on the lion heads blink, and occasionally when they lie down, their butts shake as if their tails are moving, which is very spiritual.

In the middle, eight young men were shirtless, with red cloth tied around their waists and carrying the shrine on their shoulders. They were shouting ancient slogans.

Although it was winter, their heads were covered with sweat, their exposed wheat-covered skin was emitting heat, and their faces were solemn.

It seems that what is on his shoulders is not a statue, but the real God who has come to earth...

The slogans were mixed in with the sounds of suona, echoing each other. The altar was covered with red silk, and its true appearance could not be seen. Only when the wind blew could we catch a glimpse of the details...

The procession moved very slowly. Everywhere they passed was quiet except for the sound of heartbeats. The common people looked devoutly at the two shrines. Even the noisy children stood still and watched with their still ignorant eyes.

There are also people who put their hands together and pray in a low voice, praying for good weather and good harvest in the coming year, praying for no hunger...

Jiang An stood high up and saw everything.

Theology has never existed in her world. If there is a god, why does he watch them wail and struggle in suffering?

But the sacredness of this moment cannot be faked.

She was not in a good mood. She nestled in her father's arms and rested her chin on Jiang Jichen's shoulder.

They stood at the railing, basking in the winter sun,

When she raised her eyes, the darkness in the room and the light in the bath conflicted and merged.

She was just moving her short legs out of boredom, her round eyes still had the same innocent look as before, but she was surprisingly calm...