Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 193 Mooncakes (7)

  Even if there are one or two little ladies who got lost by themselves, there wouldn't be a dozen or so little ladies who got lost by themselves.

   All the guards lowered their heads, not daring to answer.

  Yin Jingzhao’s face was extremely ugly. He lowered his head to look at the crowd at his feet, and his eyes gradually moved to the not far away: the area with the brightest lights—is the ongoing lantern festival.

   Little ladies have accidents one after another. If the Jingzhao Mansion goes down and suddenly expels them, the matter will become big, and it will be a trivial matter to be ridiculed and scolded.

  The biggest problem is...it can't be driven away, and it may even cause other troubles.

   Such a thing happened in the last years of the previous dynasty! On the day of Shangyuan Festival, the pedestrians were in full swing, and the Jingzhao Mansion suddenly ordered them to be expelled! As a result, pedestrians who were still interested in playing together united to protest. While pushing and shoving, someone accidentally fell down. The crowd at the back is surging, they don't know the situation ahead, so they are still rushing forward. As a result, the festival turned into a festival day in an instant, causing a large-scale stampede, and nearly a hundred people died in it!

   As a result, angry people went to protest in front of Jingzhao Mansion, and the relatives of the people who died in the stampede brought their coffins to protest in front of Jingzhao Mansion!

  In order to quell public anger, a group of officials from the Jingzhao Mansion who had a good political performance were sent to prison. As for the reason why Jingzhao Mansion expelled people in the first place was that there was a fire nearby, and not many people cared about letting the people take refuge.

  Of course, this doesn’t happen every holiday eviction. But... Jingzhao Mansion Yin's hands hanging in the official sleeves trembled slightly: He can't afford to gamble! Don't dare to bet!

   It is not possible to drive away the pedestrians who are in high spirits, nor to let the little ladies continue to disappear, so they can only let the guards walk around in the crowd to see if any suspicious people attack the little ladies.

  There are too many pedestrians today, Jingzhao Mansion’s guards have already mobilized, but facing these pedestrians, it seems like a drop of water has fallen into the river and sea, and there is no splash.

in this way…

"Have those servants in Dali Temple finished casting their lanterns?" Jing Zhaofu Yin turned around and asked a few officials around him, with a somewhat puzzled look on his face: On weekdays, he looked at the group of colleagues in Dali Temple, one by one, unsmiling and unsmiling. With a serious face, who knew that this group of people came to the lantern festival after they were full and had nothing to do?

   Participate and join! The posture of calling friends and friends to help pull people is really unbearable to look directly at.

   Speaking of which...

   "If you have a lottery on hand, help them cast a vote, so that they can rest assured that they will be able to pick up the beauty lamp, and come and help with peace of mind!" Jing Zhaofu said.

  …

  When the wind blew, the octagonal palace lanterns spun slowly, and the red tassels on the eaves swayed slightly, casting a hazy light and shadow with the jumping candle lights.

  Wen Mingtang couldn't help but praise "Yes" when he saw it!

  They have seen the unfinished octagonal palace lantern more than once. Both Liu Yuan and Bai Zhu have smashed several lampshades. They have even seen the prototype of the palace lantern.

  But...it was the first time I saw the lantern with Lin Fei's painting.

The paintings of Chang'e and Jade Rabbit washing hands and making soup on the lamp surface are lifelike, witty and cute. Not only Wen Mingtang and others who have been reminded earlier, but also many new faces who came to watch the lanterns couldn't help but stop when they saw this lantern He stepped up, pointed to the lantern and called "interesting".

   Really interesting and tight! Wen Mingtang put the sticks in his hand into the box in front of the palace lantern, and through the gaps in the paper box, a stack of sticks piled high inside could be faintly seen.

   It seems that in terms of "pulling people", everyone in Dali Temple is quite talented! If things go on like this, it is more than enough to get a beauty lamp.

  Wen Mingtang, A Bing, and Tang Yuan stood in place after casting lots and watched Lin Shaoqing's calligraphy in Dali Temple for a while, before continuing to move forward.

  The world of the Lantern Festival is as bright as daylight illuminated by lanterns. Walking along the way, after watching the lanterns participating in the Lantern Festival, when you walk to the front stage, you can see the lanterns made by the lantern craftsmen.

  Compared to the more beautiful but less skillful lanterns in front, the lanterns on the stage are extremely complicated both in lamp bones and lamp surfaces. Even the beards and corners of the lanterns of the four divine beasts of "Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku and Xuanwu" are particularly vivid.

  Wen Mingtang and the others were watching seriously, when they heard a voice not far away: "Humph!"

  The three of them were startled when they heard the cold snort, and hurriedly turned their heads to look at the person who made the sound.

   But he saw a few young men and women in Chinese robes standing not far away, and the one who snorted coldly was one of them.

  The young man snorted coldly, and shouted: "It's just a show off! The lantern is used for hand-held lighting. Who can lift this beast lantern? If it is lifted, can it still walk when carrying it?"

  This statement...Although it sounds sour, it is not the truth! Wen Mingtang looked at the complicated lantern, and shook his head: She would not pick such an unhandy lantern when she went out to play lanterns in the middle of the night.

  The young man in the other side had just finished speaking, and a woman in a black cloak surrounded by the group of people in the middle spoke up: "Brother, stop talking, you did a really good job... cough cough!"

He coughed uncontrollably before he could finish his sentence. Looking at the woman whose face was getting paler and paler under the black color of the cloak, the young man felt anxious and distressed. Asked: "Sister, are you feeling better?"

  The woman nodded, and then opened her mouth. Before she could speak, she coughed violently again.

  Because of this coughing movement, the woman trembled all over, and the figure that was much thinner than ordinary people wrapped under the cloak seemed more and more precarious.

   It was also following her movements that Wen Mingtang noticed that the inside of the woman's cloak was sewn with a thick layer of fur. Such a cloak must be extremely warm just by looking at it.

  But right now...but it's only Mid-Autumn Festival. Wen Mingtang looked at the autumn shirt on his body, and then at A Bing and Tangyuan beside him. After walking all this way, A Bing even rolled up his sleeves, apparently feeling a little too hot.

  This woman is walking in the crowd wearing this outfit... It seems that the bones of this body are probably not very good.

Thinking of this, Wen Mingtang looked at the woman and forgot to look away. The young man who was comforting "Sister" noticed her gaze, and immediately glanced over: "What are you looking at? Look at your body again." Eye!"

  So arrogant and vicious? Wen Mingtang opened his mouth, and before he could speak, he heard a familiar voice behind him.

   "What do you see? Why did people from the Jiangling Yuan Clan appear in the capital at this time, and also see that the Jiangling Yuan Clan, who has always looked down on the time-honored Qiandeng Shop, would come to see the lanterns made by the craftsmen of the Qiandeng Shop!"

   Everyone turned around and looked at the person who made the sound.

   Lin Fei in a scarlet official robe was standing not far away with Zhao You and other familiar faces, looking over here.

  (end of this chapter)