Rebirth is back for you

"Even Wanli Jinhong is not as beautiful as you in the scarlet wedding dress."

Jing Ran followed the eldest grandson Qimu's gaze to slowly look at those Changjie Jinhongs, gently lowered his head and stroked the little face of the person in his arms, repeatedly,

"Little girl, I want to take you back."

"Huh?" Changsun Qimu's heart moved slightly, he blinked and raised his eyes, and as expected, he saw a pair of magnificent and gentle eyes again.

"What are you going back for?" She asked softly.

"If we go back," Jing Ran suddenly smiled and covered his eldest grandson Qimu's eyes, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Of course I love you, but I can't."

A low laugh came from under the wide sleeves, and it sounded very pleasant. Jing Ran leaned close and kissed the lips of his eldest Sun Qimu, and murmured helplessly, "You still laugh, wait for the future, and you will definitely have to You should have a taste of such torture."

"But I've been tortured for a long time." Changsun Qimu blinked deliberately, and spoke softly and hoarsely.

Jing Ran immediately wanted to fly up with his arms around the person, but was turned upside down in the blink of an eye. Changsun Qimu hugged Jing Ran in his arms instead, and sat firmly on the eaves again.

"My dear daughter-in-law, do you want to have a bridal chamber with me today?" The eldest grandson Qimu lowered his head, his voice was calm.

"So what if you just want to." Jing Ran put his face into the arms of the eldest grandson Qimu.

"Of course not, I'm afraid it won't come true." Changsun Qimu smiled and wanted to turn Jing Ran's face away. Seeing that her nest was getting deeper and deeper, he gave up and lowered his head to peck her ear lightly, " Now there is no Wanli Jinhong, no Luanniao quilt, no Hebei wine, no big red wedding dress—"

The eldest grandson Qimu counted everything, and at the end, her deeply curved eyes almost let all the curly eyelashes fall on them, and they looked extremely soft and beautiful under the warm golden soft light.

"This will wrong you, I don't want to."

This will wrong you, this will wrong you... Jing Ran tightened his arms and raised his head, looking at the half bright and half deep sparkle in Changsun Qimu's eyes, he said gently: "If this is considered wronging me, then how could I have wronged me last night?" I didn't offend you."

"Silly girl, it's different." Changsun Qimu leaned over to kiss Jingran, but Pei Jinsong, who was about to walk in front of Huamanlou's gate, suddenly raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the two of them very quickly. glance.

Changsun Qimu stopped his movements and raised his eyebrows, didn't look any further, and the next moment he pulled Jing Ran up and flew up, and disappeared at this street intersection as quickly as a breeze.

"Want to go back?" Jing Ran tilted his head and asked.

"No, I haven't played enough yet." Changsun Qimu dragged the person to the left and fluttered to the right, and finally landed in an alley behind the back wall of a side street.

This alley is connected to both sides, but it is empty because the crowds are pouring into the street at this moment. After the two of them landed silently, Changsun Qimu dragged the people out as if nothing had happened, and blended into the crowd of people at the street. middle.

Although both of them have changed their appearance, the two masks that can be used to change their appearance are also beautiful. Coupled with the natural nobility on both of them, they have received a lot of sideways glances from passers-by since they blended into the crowd.

The eldest grandson Qimu just led Jing Ran forward as if there was no one else around, but Jing Ran looked back at the passers-by who were looking sideways, and found that their expressions were more or less strange, but quickly took them away when they caught Jing Ran's line of sight .The two walked forward for a while, and Jing Ran looked down at the hand that was holding the eldest grandson Qimu, and this person was still dressed in men's clothing.

……

After a slight pause, Changsun Qimu turned his head and asked, "What?"

"Nothing." Jing Ran looked a little strange, and suddenly asked: "What do you usually sit on when you come out?"

"Well," Changsun Qimu dragged the people forward and said vaguely at the same time, "Just strolling around."

Strolling casually, Jing Ran turned his head to look at the small stalls lined up on both sides of the road, and the shouting and selling, thinking that it was indeed very lively.

When the two passed by a small noodle stall, Jing Ran looked at the noodle figurines that the stall owner was making, and reached out to hold his eldest grandson Qimu.

Changsun Qimu followed her gaze, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Like it?"

Jing Ran smiled, "I just thought that Luo Xi said that you can pinch little people, so you learned it here?"

"I learned to make little clay figurines." Changsun Qimu also smiled, and continued to drag Jing Ran forward, "The pavement for making little clay figurines is just ahead, I'll take you to see it later."

After she finished speaking, she pulled Jing Ran into a shop. Before she stepped into the threshold, Jing Ran looked up at the plaque above her head. The three big characters "Xing Yun Jian" on it were written freely and powerfully, obviously not for ordinary people. written out.

As soon as the two of them walked in, a waiter came up to greet them immediately, and the shopkeeper, who was sitting idle at the counter drinking tea, only glanced at the door, then put away his idle look, as if he wanted to get up but looked at Jing Ran for a while. Received the action.

"The horoscope chart from last night hasn't been hung yet?" Changsun Qimu stood in the center of the shop, casually glanced around the walls, and asked the shopkeeper with raised eyebrows.

The shopkeeper immediately got up to greet him, and walked out of the counter quickly while saying: "Master, last night..."

"How was last night?"

"It rained nearly all night last night, and there was never... there was no astrology." The shopkeeper seemed to be a little hesitant, and quietly looked at the eldest grandson Qimu's expression of really asking, before replying with confidence.

"..." Jing Ran withdrew her gaze, looked at the tense side face of the person beside her and almost couldn't hold back her laughter, she said through voice transmission: "Little girl, there was indeed a thunderstorm last night, but you slept well So familiar, I didn’t hear it.”

Changsun Qimu turned his head and glanced at Jing Ran, then turned around and led him out of the shop.

Jing Ran turned around and took a few glances at the plaque above his head, and asked curiously, "Little girl, is this your property?"

"Ah."

"You also wrote the words mentioned above?" Jing Ran was curious. She had clearly seen this person's usual calligraphy, as if it was picked out of a blackboard running script. She had never been so free and easy.

"It doesn't look like it?" Changsun Qimu smiled and explained to Jing Ran, "Because I wrote it with my left hand."

"I didn't know you have so many abilities?" Jing Ran raised her eyebrows in surprise, but she thought in her heart, how good this person is, he can always bring her a different side .

"I haven't let you take a good look at my really good skills." The eldest grandson Qimu suddenly had a lot of meaning, looking at Jing Ran's side face, "I will let you sleep well by then."

"..." Such a situation made Jing Ran soften her hands and feet just thinking about it, she quickly interrupted her thoughts, thinking that if that day really came, she still didn't know how she was alive.

Changsun Qimu slowed down, walked slowly along the road with a very happy smile, and pulled Jingran to stop and linger at various interesting small stalls.

Such a bustling Qingyue capital was in stark contrast to Wuli's Princess Mansion. Jin Yang sat quietly at the long table at this moment, his face expressionless.

Contrary to the thunderstorm in the capital of Qingyue last night, Wuli, which was light and windy for thousands of miles, allowed Jin Yang to fully see the change of the nebula that showed special signs.

Since returning to Wuli, Jin Yang has never slept through the night. He usually gets up quietly when the sky is sprinkled with broken stars, and quietly watches the stars from the window until they gradually disappear.

Last night was a special night. The grand ceremony for the canonization of the crown prince and the letter of credence that invited all countries to watch the ceremony were officially sent out from Wuli. Jin Yang stayed up all night, standing in front of the window as usual, calculating alone, it should not be more than two months before he will be born. See you again.

It was at this moment that she saw the two brightest stars in the middle of the sky suddenly start to move, and after a moment of intertwining and changing, they finally overlapped and intersected, becoming me in you, and you in me.

Jin Yang is very clear about what this kind of astrology means. On nights many years ago, she watched such a scene quietly, with a feeling of silence and the hope of co-existing with it.

It's just that today's astrology is different from that scene. The overlapping position of the two stars has changed. Jin Yang's heart is calm. Although he closed the window calmly, he sat down at the long table at midnight. Never got up again.

"Little girl, what are you looking for from last night's horoscope?" Jing Ran casually hooked an emerald hairpin on a small shop, and asked Changsun Qimu.

"Didn't you say that yesterday was an auspicious day for the zodiac, and the astrology must indicate something, so I wanted to look for it." Changsun Qimu took the jadeite hairpin from Jingran's hand and asked the shop owner, "How do you sell this?"

The shop owner looked like an old man who was good at calculating. He looked at his eldest grandson Qimu's face and felt that she really wanted to buy it, so he said with all his strength: "Guest officer, you have a good eye. It is not perfect, but its workmanship is a cloud sculpture that has been lost since the time of Emperor Yan, and it is probably made by the ancestor of cloud sculpture Jiang Yunyang, so the asking price is naturally high..."

"Naturally you ask for a lot of money, otherwise it wouldn't be here now." Changsun Qimu didn't listen to the shopkeeper's continuation, and said casually: "But this hairpin didn't come from her hand, but from her sect. The hand of the most ineffective female disciple, and it is said that this disciple was kicked out of the teacher before he left the teacher, so such things are naturally not very precious."

Jing Ran saw that the shop owner's expression became embarrassing, and the eldest grandson Qimu said again: "I'll give you 99 taels of silver, would you like to sell it?"

Jiang Yunyang is the ancestor of jade carving handed down from generation to generation. She was the most skilled craftsman in the world back then. The things she made, no matter how good or bad they are, are rare treasures that have been handed down to this day.Although this hairpin is not Jiang Yunyang's handicraft, but she, a disciple who was expelled from the teacher's school, is actually extremely talented, and the cloud carvings she made are comparable to Jiang Yunyang's real ones. This shop owner just got it today. Originally He wanted to turn his hand to make a profit, but he didn't expect to turn around and meet an expert.

Seeing his hesitation, Changsun Qimu smiled, "You put this thing here, if you pay a hundred taels of silver, you will never sell it, so the price I gave you is considered the highest, if you don't believe it, keep it and try."

After she finished speaking, she threw the hairpin back again, pulled Jing Ran and turned around to leave.

"Wait! Wait!" The shop owner hurriedly stopped the two of them, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll sell it!"

The eldest grandson Qimu didn't turn his head back, and after walking two steps, he called casually, "Luo Yi, pay the bill!"

A solid figure wrapped in black suddenly appeared in front of the pavement. Luo Yi took out a hundred-liang silver bill from his pocket, handed it to the shop owner without saying a word, and hurriedly put the hairpin in his pocket. Into the arms and turned to leave.

"I said 99 taels is 99 taels, do you dare to be the master for me?" The cool voice passed through the crowd, but the coolness in the words did not decrease by half.

Luo Yi froze, turned back quickly, and said coldly, "Change!"

His face was covered tightly, but the shopkeeper was taken aback by his cold voice, and he quickly took out a small piece of silver and handed it over.

After Luo Yi took it, he flew to the side of the two, handed the silver and hairpin to Changsun Qimu, and Changsun Qimu stuffed the hairpin into Jingran's palm, and weighed the broken silver by himself.

Jing Ran was amused, pinched the hairpin to look at it, and asked, "Little girl, why are you buying this?"

"Of course it depends on what you like, so I bought it for you." Changsun Qimu tilted his head, "You don't like it?"

"Even if you don't like hairpins, you should like Huaiyang's craftsmanship." Jing Ran sighed, touched the smooth and moist texture of the hairpin body, and said with emotion: "The world only admires Jiang Yunyang, but they don't know that half of the things they collect are actually I don’t know if it’s sad or lamentable that it really came from Huai Yang’s hand.”

"Huaiyang has been thinking about imitating Jiang Yunyang for decades, and the things he made in the end are so fake that he can't tell the difference between the real and the real. Naturally, this kind of thinking is not something that ordinary people can understand and distinguish." Changsun Qimu held Jingran with his right hand, and carelessly with his left. He casually tossed and caught the broken silver in his hands, repeating the process.

Jing Ran thought for a while and asked, "Then tell me, is this hairpin made by Jiang Yunyang or Huai Yang?"

The eldest grandson Qimu turned his head to look at Jingran, and replied: "Although I don't know which of them made this hairpin, I know that Huaiyang was buried next to Jiang Yunyang's cemetery after his death."

Jing Ran blinked, stopped talking, and put the hairpin into her arms.

Changsun Qimu led her for a while without haste, and then turned left and right to a corner.

There is a large straw mat placed on the floor in this corner, and various clay sculptures are scattered randomly on it, including those of people, animals, fruits and vegetables, each of which is perfectly detailed and lifelike.

It seems that this is the small shop where the clay figurines are made. Jing Ran glanced over and saw a middle-aged man with a beard sitting cross-legged on a straw mat, holding a handle of welding smoke in his left hand. It was sucking once and for all, the right hand was randomly picking a ball from a handful of black and golden mud, and kneading it with one hand, the five fingers were flying up and down, extremely flexible, but in a short while, it squeezed out a piece on the opposite cornice. A sparrow that settles briefly.

Jingran saw that the sparrow was missing a sole of its foot, looked back at the cornice, and was amazed in his heart. He remembered the clay figurine Zhang in the late Qing Dynasty that he had been interested in for a while in his previous life. Sit and talk opposite each other, hold the soil in your hands, calmly, and it's done in an instant.The face and face are inches in diameter, not only in shape and spirit, but also lifelike.

And the bearded man in front of him is not only good at sculpting people, but also kneading everything, his skills are already superb.

The eldest grandson Qimu put the piece of broken silver in his hand in front of the bearded man, then dug up two big lumps of mud without saying a word, and pulled Jing Ran to sit on the small bench beside him.

Jing Ran blinked, looked at Changsun Qimu, then looked at him indifferently, and continued to sculpt his big beard made of mud, thinking that this person really came here quite often.

"Let me teach you how to knead, okay?" Changsun Qimu spread out Jing Ran's palms, and put a piece of mud on her hand with the corner of his mouth hooked.

Jing Ran lowered his head and looked, the ball in the palm of his hand was not ordinary mud, but a kind of fine and soft black mud, no matter how he kneaded and flattened, it would bend continuously, dry but not cracked, and had good plasticity. Suitable for kneading.

"If you want to teach me, you also need to show me your skills." Jing Ran put away the black mud in his hand, and looked at his eldest grandson Qimu with a slight smile.

A trace of strangeness flashed across Changsun Qimu's eyes, he nodded and hooked his mouth and said, "Well, good wife, you have to see clearly."

Although the current flow of people has gone to the street to watch the excitement, there is still a stall owner there after all. Jing Ran heard Changsun Qimu speak so recklessly, and glanced sideways at the bearded man to see that he was sitting still and even stopped moving. It didn't stop, it seemed that he was completely absorbed in his own work, and he didn't care what happened outside.

Jing Ran turned her head and saw that the eldest grandson Qimu had already pinched it. She had some guesses in her heart, but she still asked in a pleasant voice, "What did Mian'er pinch?"

"Of course I pinch you." This was the first time that this person called her Mian'er naturally when the two of them were intimate. The eldest grandson Qimu closed his long eyelashes and answered her gently.

"Then I'll pinch you too." Jing Ran lowered her head with a smile, and kneaded the lump of mud in her hands.

At this time, the bearded man on the straw mat leisurely glanced in the direction of the two of them, and turned back leisurely after puffing out a puff of smoke from his nose.

But after a while, two clay figurines of the same size were pinched at the same time. Jing Ran first looked sideways at himself in Changsun Qimu's hand, then placed the clay figurine in his hand into her palm, and said with raised eyebrows: "How, I Is your skill not inferior to yours?"

"My daughter-in-law is naturally powerful." Changsun Qimu looked at the two little clay figurines side by side in his hands with satisfaction, touched the corner of his own mouth and said, "Are the corners of my mouth raised so high?"

"Naturally." Jing Ran looked at her with a smile, "It's even taller now."

Changsun Qimu's eyes burst into a smile, and he pointed at a ball of black mud and squeezed it flat, and put the two clay figurines on it side by side, with curved eyebrows and eyes: "Take it back and put it on the bedside, what do you think?" ?”

"Of course it's good, but—" Jing Ran raised her eyebrows with a smile, pointing out her little thoughts, "little girl, why are you taller than me?"

"I became taller than you because I became so young, and you still care about me." Changsun Qimu tilted his head and chuckled, pulling Jingran to stand up.

Before Jing Ran could speak, Luo Yi suddenly landed in front of the two of them, and said in a subdued voice, "Princess! His Royal Highness has rebelled. The 40 troops have broken through nine cities and are approaching the capital!"

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