Jiu Zhang Ji: The Daily Life of the Reborn Daughter

Chapter 185: May we live long and share the beauty of the moon even though we are thousands of miles apart

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a holiday and everyone celebrates it at home, with family reunions, eating moon cakes and appreciating the moon. In Dayan, there is also the custom of offering sacrifices to and worshipping the moon. In Dayan, the Mid-Autumn Festival is a major festival.

The number of people attending the Mid-Autumn Festival family reunion dinner at the Duke Dingguo's Mansion this year was very small. Even though Qiao Peng, who had been at the border all day, and Feng Wuzui, who had become a new member of the family, had joined the family, the eight-person table in the courtyard was still not fully occupied.

In previous years, the vampire family of Qiao Bieyuan who lived in the East Palace would come to join the numbers at this time. They alone could sit at three tables, eat and drink for free, and make a lot of noise all night long. They would even ask for something before leaving.

The trouble-making Qiao Jiaojiao and Qiao Tingting, and Qiao Wuwu, who appeared calm but stirred up trouble secretly, always made Qiao Lili feel annoyed.

It is a great day. Everyone sitting here is a loving family. We chat about family matters, enjoy some delicious food, and think about our relatives at the border. There is no hypocrisy or sarcasm. Every word comes from the heart and is full of true emotion.

"Grandma, let's raise our glasses to the moon. Dad and I agreed to raise our glasses to the moon together at this hour." Qiao Zhen had been paying attention to the hourglass since the beginning of the banquet. It turned out to be because of this.

"Okay, then let's raise our glasses together and each of us say a poem about the moon." The old Duke's wife smiled and touched Qiao Zhen's head. "You go first, what poem did the teacher teach you?"

Qiao Zhen thought for a moment, and then a clear young voice rang out: "The bright moon rises over the sea, and we all share this moment across the world."

"Well, Xiao Zhen'er said it very well. It's a good saying that we can share this moment together even though we are far apart." Feng Wuzui praised first, "Then he looked at Qiao Peng. Don't be timid, brother."

Qiao Peng raised his cup to the moon and recited aloud, "The bright moon in Qin times shines over the fortresses in Han times, but those who marched thousands of miles away have never returned. As long as the flying general is still in Dragon City, the Hu horses will not be allowed to cross the Yinshan Mountains." These four lines of poetry are sonorous and powerful, and are even more touching during this Mid-Autumn Festival of family reunion. There were already tears in the eyes of the old Duke's wife.

Her husband and her son are both the Flying Generals of Dragon City in the poem.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of a bird chirping. In an instant, a pair of huge wings blocked the bright moon in the sky. Several people looked up at the same time. "A Cang," Qiao Peng said, "A Cang is back."

Qiao Lili's pigeon delivery gave Qiao Xuan and Qiao Peng a new way to deliver messages. But they also found that pigeons were too weak, it took a long time to travel back and forth between the borders, and the letters they carried were limited. In addition, they had natural enemies, and some pigeons would be eaten by other animals on the way, causing the letters to be lost and unable to arrive on time, which limited them in many ways.

So the father and son took a fancy to a kind of bird of prey in the mountains, the goshawk. Through ambushes, trapping, and other means, they caught several goshawk cubs and domesticated them for several months. One goshawk named Ah Cang and the other named Ah Hui had a relatively high IQ and were able to take on the task of delivering messages. When Qiao Peng came back last time, he brought them back and trained them again under the hands of the Jia brothers for a period of time before releasing them to the border. This was their first return.

Qiao Peng and Qiao Zhen quickly got up and left the dining table, standing in an open space. A Cang circled above their heads for a few times, folded its wings and landed on Qiao Peng's shoulder.

Qiao Peng untied the bamboo tube from A Cang's feet, which contained letters from the border. However, Qiao Zhen noticed that there was something else on A Cang's back.

"Brother, look, A Cang is still carrying things." Qiao Zhen wanted to take it, but was a little scared, so he quickly called brother. It would be right to find brother if there was anything.

At this time, Qiao Peng also saw that there was a small purse on A Cang's back.

"You are such a smart kid." Qiao Peng took the purse, had someone take Ah Cang away to feed him well, walked back to the dining table, and handed the letter and purse to his grandmother.

The old Duke's wife thought that she hadn't seen her son for several years. Her hands trembled as she opened the letter. "Mother, please smile. Please accept my greetings. On this Mid-Autumn Festival, when the family is reunited, I cannot be by your side. I cannot be both loyal and filial. I hope..."

"...I wish my dear mother good health, and may we live long and happily together, no matter how far apart we are."

Putting down the letter, the five people raised their glasses high, the moonlight fell into the glasses, lingering and endless. Thousands of miles away, a military officer in uniform also raised his glass to the bright moon, thinking of his family.

Nung, moon and new moon.

In the purse were three small jade pendants and a ring, all in the shape of a full moon, but each with its own unique features. From the material, it could be seen that they were all made from the same piece of jade. Qiao Xuan said that this was a piece of stone he picked up by chance while surveying the terrain. He did not expect that the jade master would recognize the gem, and thinking of the agreement with Qiao Zhen, he asked him to carve these small things for him as a souvenir.

Feng Wuzui also had a gift, which was an extremely rare medicinal herb, only as thick as a little finger, and it had indeed grown for hundreds of years. After Feng Wuzui got it in his hand, he was ecstatic, and immediately wanted Qiao Peng to take him to the border to see where the herb was found. Maybe it was still there.

*

In Yunxiao Palace, Emperor Yong'an and Concubine Yun were both a little drunk. Emperor Yong'an was playing the piano and Concubine Yun was dancing with a sword.

The sound of the piano was like being soaked in wine, sometimes fast and sharp, sometimes slow and gentle like a breeze and drizzle. The imperial concubine dancing with the sword sometimes had sharp steps and the sword was as sharp as a rainbow, and sometimes had staggering steps and the sword was as slow as a crawling insect. The two of them were enjoying themselves to the point of forgetting themselves.

No, it was not Wangwo, but Wang'er. Azhu, Azi and all the servants and maids of Yunxiao Palace were sent away to celebrate the festival. Only the three of them were left. The old couple were drinking, playing the piano and dancing with swords. He, Yu Jingyan, had nothing to do from beginning to end.

He couldn't know whether to leave or stay. If he left, he was afraid of being accused of being unfilial by not accompanying his parents during the holidays. Was he rebelling? If he stayed, the couple didn't even look at him and just stared at each other, which was so painful.

After the song was over, the two of them toasted and talked in various ways. Then, they changed places and it was Concubine Yun's turn to play the piano. Emperor Yong'an took out a gauze dress of the Concubine from somewhere, put it on and began to sing.

"The ice wheel on the island is beginning to turn, the Jade Rabbit is rising in the east, and the ice wheel is leaving the island..."

He didn't know when his father sang the Drunken Concubine so well, with not only the singing voice, but also the body movements, gestures, and eye expressions. Oh my god, no, oh my father, are you really going to become a spirit?

Yu Jingyan put down the wine glass in his hand. When the two of them were toasting just now, Yu Jingyan was also holding the glass, but the two of them didn't see him at all. They drank while he was still holding it.

He couldn't bear to watch it, he really couldn't bear to watch it. He stood up quietly. He probably couldn't count on his unreliable father for tomorrow's morning court session. He should leave quickly and go back to rest early. He still had to support Ali tomorrow morning.

He did not go to open the door. He raised his dantian in one breath, tiptoed, and climbed over the wall of Yunxiao Palace. In mid-air, he looked back at the couple who were playing the piano and singing, but no one noticed him. He shook his head and sighed lightly. After a few rises and falls, his figure disappeared.

Emperor Yong'an glanced at him with a gentle look and thought, "This blind man is finally gone."