Legend of Hua Buqi

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From the 20th of the twelfth lunar month onwards, Mo's house was busy. Sweep the snow to clean the courtyard, scrub the furniture, and dismantle and wash the curtains. Prepare all kinds of new year gifts and buy new clothes. Prepare to worship gods and ancestors.

Not to give up has become Miss Mofu, and in the New Year must accompany Mrs. Mo to see the relatives of her relatives. Her clothes are Mo's face, and also the face of the Seventh King. So, do not give up and get busy. Busy to choose clothes and rush to make new clothes, busy learning the response of all ladies, familiar with the rules of Mofu.

Lin Dansha taught her how to deal with etiquette while in Yaolingzhuang. When I really don't know what to say, I only give up. A very useful trick: pretend to be ashamed. If you are ashamed, you can't say anything. What can others say? By the way, he can also gain a reputation for being weak and gentle and restrained. As for reciting the family rules, she has a good mind, and she has an unforgettable style.

Eat well, drink well, wait for others, and spend a lot of time letting her hold the stove to admire the snow and appreciate the daffodils in a daze.

Occasionally, she would walk out the door quietly in the evening and drink a wind in the yard. Missing the cool shape of countless back-to-door gates and bows and arrows, the mysterious eyes in the moonlight shadow on the roof of the wood house, and the gentle fingers on the pine forest snow branches buttoning her cloak. In the end she just waited for the cold of winter night. After freezing to sneeze several times, after awakening the vigil of the vigil, she felt bored without giving up. She sadly recognized the reality. It would be nice if Lian Yike gave up without killing her, he would never be her romantic knight.

In addition to these, her life in Mofu is simple and comfortable.

Mrs. Mo presided over affairs in Fuzhong, and had no time to come to Lingbo to teach her. Even if I don't give up every morning, I can save my visit and order it. And Moruofei left Wangjing for more than two months and became a busy man when he returned. For more than ten days, I have not abandoned it, only to see him in a hurry as a bird passing by. Of course, she also had the opportunity to meet him, and she gave up the opportunity to voluntarily cancel such an opportunity.

What she likes to do most of the time is to take Linggu, Xiuchun, Tangqiu and Lonicera in the house. The inner courtyard within two gates made a daily tour.

Mofu covers an area of ​​tens of acres. The backyard of the inner courtyard is tortuous, and the pavilions, lakes and water pavilions are all gone. She opened her curious eyes and was familiar with Mofu.

Ling Gu asked carefully with his seniority: "Miss visits the garden every day, and you should not get lost after three or five days of walking."

The implication is that after two or three days of shopping, if you remember the road, you don't have to stay outside in the cold weather. Go back to Lingbo Museum and continue to be a shy lady!

I will remember these walks. Giving her a lazy glance, she continued to relish the garden. When there was no longer a smile on Linggu ’s face, he gave her satisfaction and told her: "I like to watch the busy scenes of Fuzhong to deal with the Spring Festival. I really feel like having a good New Year in Mofu!"

The four maidservants looked at the petite body without feeling apathetic. Ling Gu smiled slightly, and Tang Qiu mouth blurted out quickly: "Miss Lantern Festival to see the lights, the street is called lively."

He asked curiously, "Is there a lantern in Wangjing during the Lantern Festival? Can I go out and watch?"

Ling Gu smiled and said: "There are naturally. Mofu will build flower houses to hang lanterns. The young master accompanies his wife to watch lanterns in the flower houses every year. The lady can go this year.

Can you leave the house on Lantern Festival? Do not give up your eyebrows and smile.

She hopes that this time of waiting for unattended people will continue indefinitely. However, she and Moruofei live in the same mansion, and they will eventually meet.

On the thirty night of the twelfth lunar month, Mrs. Mo had a bad appetite, so she put down a few chopsticks for the New Year's dinner. She instructed Moruofei and Do not give up Shou Sui, folded herself back to the room.

Moruo Fei is the only son, and he is sitting on the table full of dishes and he does not abandon the two.

For Moruo Fei, untiring the seven princes' heart knots, this spring energy-saving has passed easily. He smiled and looked at the chopsticks as if they were not giving up, and the more he looked, the more cute she was.

"Don't give up, after eating, let's go to set the dragon to set off fireworks."

Ba Baofan, who kept his mouth in his mouth, suddenly stuck to his throat and couldn't swallow it. One year and 30 years old, after she and Brother Shan had eaten noodles, she bought hanging firecrackers and hung them on the balcony. The result was half, and the firecrackers were dumb. Brother Shan spit on the ground while holding a beer bottle and scolded her: "I'm arrogant! Next year will be unsatisfactory! Lao Tzu will one day be killed by you!"

As a result, he made her a pigeon the next year, and both of them really fell off the mountain.

Seeing her chewing something for a while, Moruofei stopped her chopsticks and said gently: "Don't think about it anymore. Haven't you let off the firecrackers before the New Year? Have a brother to accompany you."

He wore a purple gold thread embroidered tunic with a collar of black mink fur and black hair. The immaculate face is carved like jade, exuding bright light, with a smile in the eyes as bright as mink hair.

Without abandoning, I immediately remembered Yao Lingzhuang's maidservants who lost their souls for Moruofei. When she saw his beautiful face, she sometimes forgot that he was Brother Shan. But more often, she will forget his face and believe that it was Brother Shan sitting opposite her. Unfortunately, he didn't know who she was. He didn't know who she was so good!

Without giving up, hey laughed, she swallowed the sweet Babaofan with satisfaction and said, "Me and Uncle Ji let go of the firecrackers. We can't afford the whole set of firecrackers. When other people's house is finished, I will go to the ground to pick up the kind Exploded. On the New Year ’s Day, Jiu Shu sat on the bridge head lit up one by one and threw it under the bridge. The sound was very loud and crisp, and Jiu Shu was very happy. It ’s good to have a whole set of firecrackers this year. Right. "

In the courtyard, there is a nine-span dragon platform with a height of three feet. A dragon meandered along the thick wooden pile. The dragon was wrapped in red firecrackers wrapped in red paper, and the fiery red was extremely festive. The top of the firecracker hung on the dragon head at the highest point of Panlongtai. Above the four claws are suspended carton boxes containing fireworks. The three-story pedestal was also filled with fireworks.

When the time comes, the sound of firecrackers gradually sounds in the city. The maidservants of Mofu put on new clothes and gathered in the yard excitedly waiting for the firecrackers to explode.

Jian Sheng also changed into a snowy new clothes today, and his hair was tangled. With the expression of satisfaction and pride, he held the incense stick lit by the stick and respectfully waited under the Panlong platform.

Seeing the two come out, Jiansheng handed Xianxiang to Moruofei. Waiting as excitedly as the surrounding servants.

Mo Ruofei smiled and said to Bu Qi: "Nian Niang has never liked the excitement, and she never watched it when she gathered firecrackers in the 30th year of the House. No, I would like to order the Dragon Cannon with your elder brother this year? Elder brother hugs you up . "

Instead of looking at the lively people around, I decided that one more thing was better than one less. She shook her head and said, "I'm timid. Brother, just fine."

Mo Ruofei couldn't help but Qu Zhi whispered softly in her forehead: "Are you afraid that the Panlong cannon can't stop burning and you will be said to be unlucky, right? The ghost elf's girl. Anyway, let you go."

He held the fragrant thread in his hand, his toes flew a little, and stepped on the dragon body straight up to the faucet. Strings of red lanterns were lit around the courtyard, and Moruo Fei stood on the faucet, holding the wooden piles and fluttering. He smiled slightly at the audience, and said aloud: "Firecrackers welcome the new and broken filth, God bless me in Mofu!" After he said, he bent down and lit the fuze.

Seeing the red letter flashed, Panlong made a thunderous blast. Puffs of smoke rose along the dragon's body, light and shadow, the fiery red dragon alive, and the cloud and cloud fog shook his body as if flying in the air.

Red debris flew around like rain. The next people laughed and screamed and stepped back. Moruo Fei turned several beautiful rolls in the air. Not abandoning is still in the shocking stunned god, he has settled down firmly beside her. A smile of contentment and happiness radiated from the radiant face.

"Spectacular ?!" he said loudly, pulling away his hand covering his ears. Then her hands covered her ears. Warm hands blocked the sound of firecrackers. He laughed loudly, leaning against his chest at this moment, and then he laughed without giving up. She looked at the exploded Panlong Cannon confusedly thinking that this was the most lively New Year she ever had.

Panlong gun sounded in the end, a good sign. Under the leadership of Mobo, the governors of Mofu all greeted Moruofei and Baobu salute.

The sound of the sword excitedly passed another large incense that was lit.

"Jiangnan Liuhuafang's secret fireworks are very beautiful!" Moruo Fei picked up the incense and smiled and twisted his face, approaching Panlongtai again.

When the last firecracker of Panlong Artillery was exploded, Moruofei lit the fireworks placed on the base of Dragon Claw and Panlong Platform. The sharp howling sounds sounded one after another, and the brilliant silver flowers poured out like a fountain, bursting and bursting in the dark night. Moruo Fei's chic figure was looming in the silver light.

"The son is more beautiful than fireworks!" A whispered sigh sounded from the side of Do not give up.

Yeah, he is so beautiful! He smiled happily! He has a good life in this life. Looking sighingly, a trance expression appeared on his face.

Moruofei finished the fireworks on the base and whirled back with a smile. He smiled and said: "Sword sound will put the **** of wealth at the highest point of Longtai to send money later. Would you like to go?"

Looking at the three-foot high faucet, he shook his head and said, "It's too high, I can't get up!"

"I'll take you up! People in the middle and lower floors like this firework the most. When you first came to Mofu, Niang told you to award this gift this year." Moruofei said mysteriously.

The silver rain fireworks tightly enclosed the entire Panlong platform, and at this time people lit other fireworks in the courtyard. The Mofu courtyard is shrouded in bright lights. The soaring ridge, the gorgeous carved pillars, the water of the small lake, the beautiful maidservant, the Qingjun little servant, and the beautiful and bustling courtyard full of dreams.

Do not abandon half-opened mouth looking dumbfounded. The corner of the eye never left the sound of the sword. Why did Mrs. Mo specifically order her to light this firework? What does grace mean? Curiosity and joy came to my heart, and the smile was always on my face unconsciously.

Jian Sheng jumped onto the Panlong platform holding a big box. Suddenly screams and cheers rang from the sky. He turned around and looked around. The next people were all surrounded by panlong dragon platforms, and their expressions were excited.

The box was hung on a three-foot high faucet by a thick rope. Hang the lead on the half-foot. After the sound of the sword was finished, he climbed the dragon head and posed as a monkey watching the moon. After amusement, he shouted, "Please, Miss!"

Mo Ruofei chuckled and shoved, "I will send you up!"

He hugged Tengshen on the Panlong platform, and gently placed her to stand at the dragon head. Without looking down, the three-foot-high Panlong stage was full of excited faces. She hugged the faucet in excitement and fear and said, "Brother, won't you throw me on this alone?"

Moruo Fei chucked the thread incense in her hand and said, "After you ignite the lead, when the fireworks at the bottom of the box explode, a full box of new money will spill over. Understand?"

It turned out to be her new year's money! Do not give up suddenly. This is to let her put her face in front of her servants. She smiled and said: "Thank you brother!"

Moruo Fei touched her head and said, "The people will thank you for picking up the money. This is your first appearance in front of all the servants as Miss Mofu. Don't be afraid to stand on the faucet after lighting the lead I will pick you up after the ceremony. "

He spun around and flew down, smiling and looking away.

Without giving up his courage, he held the faucet in one hand, bent down, and lit the lead with thread incense.

The red leads are getting shorter and shorter. Keeping a tense look, the hand holding the tap was sweating. The dragon body she stepped on was only one foot square, and only the thick faucet of the bowl could be held by her hand. Standing alone in a high place, the cold wind blowing, she suddenly felt a little lonely. The excited faces under the Panlong platform are getting farther and farther away from her. She seems to have merged into the life of this family and family, and seems to be floating outside. Like the cold moon hanging above the night sky alone, I can't feel the slightest warmth.

At this time, Bu Ren saw a strange person. When all the servants squeezed into Panlongtai excitedly, the man dressed up slowly stepped back step by step. He stared at her with cold eyes and a cold smile.

"Help!" Shouted subconsciously, letting go and planting from the Panlong platform.

Just then, the box exploded. After a loud bang, the copper coins in the box did not spill from the bottom of the box as they did in previous years, but shot out like a dark weapon.

"Everyone is lying down!" Moruo Fei shouted, seeing the figure not abandoning in midair, his pupil contracted like a needle. He ran in a big step, and his hands had been lifted off and he danced.

The body didn't know how many places it was hit, and it was so painful that it yelled. When she fell, she felt someone hugged her, her body was held for several turns, and her face was pressed down on the ground.

"Don't give up, are you hurt? Don't give up ?!" Mo Ruofei pushed away the maidservant who pressed on the body of the body, and then asked him not to give up.

Tears flashed in the diamond-like eyes, and she looked at Moruo Fei blankly. The cries of pain, screams, and cries rushed into her ears. I do n’t want to talk, but I ca n’t say it. I squeezed out a word for a long time: "Pain!"

The painful word sharply pierced into Moruofei's heart. He pitydly touched his untouchable face and said nothing, and took a deep breath to hug her.

The copper money was shot out of the box like a celestial girl, and it spread out in the air without much threat to the people under the Panlong platform. Dozens were still hit. There were a few injuries on the face, a bruised nose, and bleeding on the forehead. This change comes fast and goes fast. The maidservants shook their heads on the ground and dared to get up when they saw no movement, and the timid maid had cried.