windy cold

He went back to his room to look, and Hua and Yue were not there. The yard seemed to have not been cleaned for a while, and the dark back room was not at all popular.His daily things in the house are still in place, but his pity star sword and Yueyue flute are missing, probably put away by his elder brother.

That's right, it's the best of humanity not to have someone tear down his house.

He left Lu's house quietly, wrapped a set of night clothes with stones, sank to the bottom of the river across the city, and returned to the inn.

The night is long, but he has no desire to sleep. The northwest is so wide, whether it is near or far, or the murderer changes direction after walking a certain distance. He has foreseen that the future will be like finding a needle in a haystack, but he will go on no matter how hard it is.

His father was going to be buried in a few days, so he decided to stay for two more days and send his father away with his own eyes before setting off.

On the day of Lu Yuan's burial, many eminent persons and celebrities came to Jiangquan. All the heads of the major families were present, as well as eminent monks from the Buddhist Chaohua Temple, and even the imperial court specially appointed ministers to come to express their condolences.

On this day, the whole city was quiet and indifferent. The common people were all dressed in plain clothes, and the red lanterns for festive fortune were replaced with white ones. Even the tablecloths and curtains were changed to plain colors. The whole city mourned.

The invited guests handed over their obituaries one by one and entered the mourning hall. The common people were not allowed to enter, and a group of people surrounded the outside, looking around and whispering.

"I heard that the heads of the two families died this year?"

"No, I heard that Bashu died of illness, we..."

There was an impassioned person: "If I raise such a wolf-hearted son, I might as well strangle him to death at birth!"

The people next to him hurriedly pulled him back, muttering: "You don't know? The second son of the Lu family is a bastard brought back from outside... It's hard to say whether he is his own!"

"Hey, is it like this?"

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Lu Wanfeng was standing in the crowd, he could hear the people's discussions clearly, and he didn't have any emotional fluctuations; being talked about since he was a child has become less common these years, and he's already used to it.

When he was six years old, he was just brought back to Lu's house because he was not familiar with the soil and water. After waking up, his brain was burned out and he forgot his previous memories. Therefore, he didn't remember who his mother was or what she looked like. If you ask your father a question, your father will always pick up a feather duster and beat him up, and as time goes by he will stop asking.

All the guests entered the venue, and the mournful cries in the mourning hall could be heard even from a distance.Lu Wanfeng suddenly felt his nose sore, patted his dry face, turned and left, went back to the inn, took out the candle paper money he had prepared in advance, lit it in the direction of his father, and knelt down.

The condolence ceremony won't be too long, and Lu Wanfeng doesn't plan to stay for too long. Now because of the Lu family's funeral, many capable people gather in Jiangquan, staying for a moment is more dangerous. Why don't you quietly while they are still in the mourning hall? leave.

The shops on the street were closed today, and he stopped in front of a shop that looked a little old.

This is a sugar workshop. The previous owner was an old man who loved him very much. Unfortunately, the old man's health has gradually deteriorated in recent years, so the shop was handed over to his son to take care of it, and he never showed up for a long time.

Most of the time when he sneaked out to play when he was young, he came to find this grandfather, only here he didn't feel that he was an illegitimate child who was excluded by others.Now that he is 18 years old, the old man still treats himself like a child. Whenever he sees him, he will always stuff some caramel. His weather-beaten face is so full of love that he can't see his eyes.

Now that something like this has happened, he has no place to say if he is wronged, whether the old man is extremely disappointed in himself, thinking of this makes him feel very uncomfortable.

The caramel from the sugar shop, the Songjiang fish from Huachunfang, the Huadiao wine from Yueqing Pavilion, those things he once loved most, may not be able to eat them for a long time in the future. : If I can't get justice for my father, what face do I have to go back to Jiangquan!

After leaving the city, he walked along the official road to the northwest. The sun sets and the moon rises, the moon returns and the sun returns. After a few days and nights, he came to Jizhou, the second largest city in the south of the Yangtze River.

Jizhou is located at the border of Jiangnan, connecting with Bashu and Kunlun. Although the cultures of the three places blend together, it still maintains the unique architectural style of Jiangnan. Hebu Langfang, a Yanqing River runs through Jizhou, and the fishery business is very developed. But this is also an important city for the imperial court, so the various families do not intervene much in Jizhou affairs.

After walking for several days, looking for clues along the way, there was almost no progress. In the evening, when they arrived at Jizhou, Lu Wanfeng led the little gray horse into the city, and found a cheap inn to rest here for a few days.

Summer has come, everything in the cheap inn is very simple, he does not know how many times he wakes up at night, and he has to drive away the stinky mosquitoes buzzing around his ears from time to time, he almost wants to jump into the Yanqing River to soak in sleep. He took off the mask on his face before, otherwise he would really have a rash.

The next morning, he was woken up by the noise of the market. He opened the window and saw the bustling market, with people coming and going wearing different styles of clothing, shuttling between various densely packed stalls.

He was in high spirits, washed up and went down to the inn lobby to ask the waiter: "What holiday is today?"

The lobby was full of guests, and Xiaoer was sweating from the busy schedule, but he was in a very happy mood: "This is the first time for the guest officer to come to Jizhou. We hold a Summer Festival every summer. The first day of May By the first day of June, merchants from all over the world will come here to shop and buy without paying taxes!"

There are more people coming and going in Jizhou city, and there are more customers, so the business is naturally good, and the shopkeeper also gave Xiaoer a raise in wages, no wonder he has a hard time running up and down but never gets tired of it.

It's mid-May now, half a month before the end of the Summer Festival, Lu Wanfeng thought it was a coincidence, and decided to stay here for a few more days to experience the flavor of Jizhou City.

The water of the Yanqing River is clean and clear. Markets in the city are set up along the banks of the river. Those with pavements open for business, and those without pavements start trading with a piece of cloth on the ground. The variety of commodities is dazzling.

Lu Wanfeng was also crowded in the crowd. Tianfang people wrapped in cotton and linen from head to toe, small Silla people with extremely tall belts, northern rough men in animal fur coats, and well-dressed Central Plains businessmen. Here, finding a local is more difficult than finding a foreigner.

Wherever it is lively, he will run there, the big snake standing upright playing the flute, the drawing paper that is clean when it touches the water, and the dazzling tricks are dazzling.

The scorching sun near noon made his head dizzy. He bought a jug of Western Region wine and packed a bag of milk floss, planning to find a shady place to rest.

"Let's go! Take a look! This million-flower mirror in my house is unique in the world, and all the guests come to have a look!"

There was another burst of yelling, and Lu Wanfeng's curiosity came out again, and he tried his best to squeeze into the crowd, and finally squeezed to the front.

The stall owner was a foreigner with a strange accent, blond, blue eyes, and fair skin. He held up what looked like a table leg and shouted: "Come and see! Diorama mirror, small things make you see different things." world!"

Someone took one to try, only to hear him exclaiming again and again: "It's amazing! It's amazing!"

Lu Wanfeng was also itchy, took a "table leg" and learned to put it on one eye, closed the other eye, and suddenly a colorful picture appeared in front of him.

He put down the kaleidoscope in surprise, and those colorful things disappeared together, and when he put it in front of his eyes, they really appeared again.

The stall owner looked at the expressions of the customers with satisfaction and said, "Twist the device in front to have a surprise!"

Lu Wanfeng did as he said, and as expected, as the rotating shaft at the front was twisted, the patterns in the kaleidoscope changed again and again, and none of them were the same! "Wow! It's changed! It's fun! It's so fun!" He was so dizzy that he bought one and prepared to go back and continue researching.

He found a tea stall and sat down, playing with the novelty he just bought with satisfaction, thinking that Westerners are really smart, and a table leg can do this!

The bustling city is bustling with people, and you can faintly hear the sound of plucked piano and opera singing in the distance.He stood up and looked at the river, a gorgeous and exquisite painting boat was exposed above the heads of the crowd, surrounded by impatiens growing at the bow and stern, Lang Lang's singing accompanied by gentle music, mixed with the bustling sounds on the shore. Dusty and gorgeous.

There was not a single boat on the river today, and no matter what you bought or sold in the market, they all gathered around the river bank to look at the single seedling boat, just waiting for the green gauze curtain on the bow to be lifted, and to witness the legendary beauty of Miss Meng's family. Some daring ones even whistled.

The boat sailed to the center of the Yanqing River, and the waves of the water were blown away to create circles of ripples, which slowly spread to the shore.

The boat sailed slowly without stopping, but the green gauze curtain was lifted, revealing a bit of light yellow clothes.A woman came out from inside, holding a mahogany pipa. She was exquisite and graceful. She was combing her hair in a bun, with tassels hanging from her delicate vows. Face, can't see that stunning beauty.

The man at the next table sat down, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Ms. Meng's family is out to swim again. How is it? Did you stare blankly?"

Lu Wanfeng raised his eyebrows, sat down and went back to chat warmly with that person, "Hey, I'm new here, tell me what this Miss Meng's background is?"

"You don't know about the Meng family in Jizhou?" The man waved a folding fan, and there was a gust of cool wind, "This Meng family is considered to be half a cultivator, and has some contacts with the imperial court. It is a big family in Jizhou city. Nobility! This young lady is Meng Mei, the only daughter of the current head of the Meng family, Meng Weizhen!"

"Jizhou Mengjia? Why have I only heard of Jizhou Wujia?"

"Young man, you haven't seen it yet. The Wu family was more than 30 years ago. Who remembers them in the younger generation now!"

Lu Wanfeng couldn't remember it for a while, he didn't like to read serious history books, he only remembered the general idea.

Countless men were fascinated by the melodious song on the Yanqing River. Lu Wanfeng closed his eyes and listened, like fluttering catkins, like summer rain.

Just as the playing and singing reached the sweet spot, the song suddenly stopped, and accompanied by the sound of waves, a maid screamed from the boat: "Miss! Miss! My lady has fallen into the water! Who will save my lady!"

The author has something to say: The Wanhuajing and the Silla people that appear in this chapter are objects and titles that only existed in different periods. This article confuses history and combines these things together for convenience. I hope that the readers will not care about these details. , just read it as an overhead novel~