cold moon is king

And the old man asked Chu Jiangli to kowtow to the memorial tablet on the ancestral hall and burn incense. After a set of trivial etiquette, it was time to go to work in the afternoon. In a blink of an eye, everyone left the room, leaving only Chu Jiang Li and the old man, the old man looked at Chu Jiangli indifferently, turned around and went out without saying a word, after a while, Chu Jiangli heard the jingle of the door lock, and knew that the door of the ancestral hall was locked.

He is locked up here.

Chu Jiangli didn't know how long they planned to lock him up.

When there was no more sound outside the door, he stood up from the futon and carefully read the tablets on the incense table one by one. Sure enough, there was no flaw in the information on it.

He casually picked up the top tablet and rubbed it lightly with his fingers. It felt strange to the touch. He was taken aback, then rubbed the writing on it again, but some wood powder got on his hand. He put it on the tip of his nose and gently rubbed it. After taking a sip, a scent of wood rushed into the nostrils.

This tablet is brand new.

Chu Jiangli put the memorial tablet back, and turned to the wall of the ancestral hall. There are ancient murals on the wall, and some skills of the previous dynasty can even be seen, but this is very common. Many villages have ancestral halls from the former dynasty. The ones that stayed, even earlier.

Much of the mural had fallen off, and he could only vaguely tell that it was a scroll of major events in the past in this village, but such things had not been repaired, and the yellow water stains continued along the junction of the roof and the wall. to the murals, but the ground is brand new floor tiles.

Chu Jiangli stepped on the floor tiles once, and the dull sound told him that there was no mystery underneath.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is normal to refresh the tablet and replace the floor tiles, but in fact, everyone should first repair the walls and then renovate the floor tiles.

He walked around the wall again, but suddenly there was a sound at the door. He frowned, and quickly knelt back on the futon. After a while, the door was opened a small crack, and Sister-in-law Yang timidly stuck out half of her head. Come on, "Xiao Yao?"

Chu Jiangli turned around when he heard the sound, "Sister-in-law Yang?"

Sister-in-law Yang saw him kneeling on the futon of the ancestral hall, and she looked distressed, "It's all my sister-in-law's fault. It was my sister-in-law who harmed you. If it wasn't for my sister-in-law, you wouldn't be locked here. Why don't you sneak away, at night, at night Everyone has rested, and I will release you again."

Chu Jiangli lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about what Sister-in-law Yang said, "Sister-in-law, I will come back after I go home and report that I am safe. I must not make things difficult for my sister-in-law."

When Sister-in-law Yang heard this, she was even more sure that Lou Yao was a good girl, her heart was ironed properly, and her voice became more gentle, "Okay, just remember."

Chu Jiangli can walk by himself, but this village is weird, and he must not startle the snake before he finds out.

When it was completely dark, as expected, someone knocked on the door suddenly, and Chu Jiangli suddenly opened his eyes. He walked quickly to the door and called out in a low voice, "Sister-in-law Yang?"

There was a faint reply from outside, and after a while, the door was opened with just enough room for people to pass through, Chu Jiangli slipped sideways, Sister-in-law Yang stood outside the door with a bun, and when she saw him coming out, she put The steamed stuffed bun stuffed into his hand, "Go into the woods, go north, go north, wait until you reach a ruined temple, you hide there, there will be a monk to clean it at dawn, you let him take you out when the time comes That's it!"

Chu Jiangli nodded. After he hid in the woods, he saw Sister Yang's thin back swaying in the darkness from a distance, and she staggered towards his mud house.

Of course Chu Jiangli would not wait for dawn to go out again. He glanced at the star array and knew which direction to go. However, he searched for a long time in the woods, but he couldn't find the men's clothes he changed into.

He looked down at the disheveled coarse cloth dress on his body, and fell silent.

During the Chinese New Year, the curfew was temporarily abolished. Unlike the past, the streets were still brightly lit in the middle of the night. Chu Jiangli raised his hands and covered half of his face while walking on the crowded streets, but many people still looked at him.

And he went straight to the teahouse, and an hour later, the fireworks would be set off, and those fools would just take His Highness to the teahouse to rest in the end.

No one recognized him when he entered the teahouse. The shopkeeper stood behind the counter and fiddled with his abacus, looked up at him, and said lazily, "Miss, what do you want to drink?"

Chu Jiangli coughed, "Where's Bailifei?"

The shopkeeper was taken aback when he heard his voice, and immediately raised his face to look at Chu Jiang Lizai carefully, then he opened his mouth wide and said in a stern way: "Master, master, you..." His eyes were on Chu Jiang Turning away from the long skirt on her body, she forced a smile at last, "Why are you dressed so plainly?"

He actually thought that Chu Jiangli had learned the same thing as Baili Fei after staying for a long time, and he liked to wear women's clothes.

Chu Jiangli let out a breath and asked again, "Where is Bailifei?"

The shopkeeper stretched out a finger and pointed to the wing room on the first floor, "Back, back."

Chu Jiangli looked up and looked upstairs, "Are they all there?"

The shopkeeper nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes."

It was the first time that Chu Jiangli noticed the shopkeeper's stuttering problem. He nodded slightly and went straight to the wing room on the first floor. The door of the wing room was tightly closed. He knocked on the door lightly, and a lazy male voice came from inside the door. , "Who is it?"

"Me." As soon as Chu Jiangli said the words, the door was opened, but it was not Bailifei who opened the door, but Lou Yao.

As soon as Lou Yao saw him, his eyes were attracted by the long skirt on his body. His brows were slightly frowned, his eyes were narrowed, but the corners of his mouth were raised, looking quite puzzled. When Lou Yao was still thinking about how to speak, Chu Jiang Li spoke first, "Do me a favor."

"Make a face for me."

Bailifei's voice came from inside the house, "What are you doing blocking Yueming out on the second floor?"

Lou Yao was silent for two seconds, and turned sideways to make way for Chu Jiangli.

Several candle lamps were lit in the house, and the brightly lit street was outside the window. Bailifei was leaning against the half-open window, with a golden walking stick slantingly inserted on the cloud temple, with one hand propping his chin lazily, and when he saw When Chu Jiang left, he was obviously stunned.

Bailifei: "..."

But Lou Yao accepted this fact first, while Bailifei was in a daze, he grabbed the jug on the table and poured it into his mouth.

Bailifei stared blankly at Chu Jiangli for a moment, his face flushed inexplicably, he finally came to his senses, raised his hand to touch his cheek and forehead, and muttered to himself, "I don't have a fever, do I?"

Chu Jiangli said, "Do you have any clothes for me?"

Bailifei hesitated for a moment, "What kind of skirt do you want?"

"I want men's clothes." Chu Jiangli sat down at the table.

Bailifei shook his head, "I, I don't have men's clothes here."

"If you want other women's clothing, there are."

Lou Yao spouted the wine all over the floor with a puff when he heard the words, Chu Jiangli shot his cold eyes at him, and he coughed a few times to cover it up.

Chu Jiangli thought for a few seconds, "That's okay."

The clothes on his body are really shameful, it's just that the clothes are stained with dirty mud, and the skirt and skirt are still tattered. His majesty really doesn't look like this.

When he spoke, the room suddenly fell into silence.

In the end, Lou Yao broke the embarrassment first, "What kind of face do you want to make?"

Chu Jiangli pointed to himself, "I am exactly the same."

"Okay, but you have to do me a favor."

"Oh, First Prince...?"

Lou Yao turned his face away somewhat unnaturally, and gave a low reply.

Chu Jiangli said: "Yes."

There was a row of people standing outside the wing room upstairs, quite imposing, Chu Jue squatted at the door and looked at Chu Mu bitterly, "Master, what, why, you haven't come yet? Your Highness, it's too difficult to coax, I, Coax, don't hold back."

Chu Mu curled her lips, "It's strange if you can coax me, you are as beautiful as my grandfather... are you beautiful?"

Chu Mu opened his mouth for a long time but didn't close it. He looked at the person in front of him, hesitated for a long time before he said, "Master?"

The person in front of him responded and said, "Where did your Highness go today?"

Chu Jue paused, "Grandpa, you, wearing female clothes...it's quite suitable."

Chu Jiangli: "..."

Chu Jiangli nodded, "Well, I have a task for you."

Chu Jue regained consciousness immediately, "What, what?"

……

The quiet atmosphere inside the house and the noisy street outside seem to be two worlds. Lu Jinyin leaned on the table, holding a brush and pointing at the rice paper without writing. Chu Yu stood aside, her black eyes rolled around, " Your Highness, why don't you draw?"

Lu Jinyin pursed her lips, looked up at Chu Yu, a ball of candlelight flickered in her clear eyes, making those pupils more pure, "But Chu Chu is so beautiful, Gu, I'm worried that I can't draw it."

Chu Yu pursed her lips, and pointed at the ten ugly porcelain dolls, "Your Highness, what are you worried about? That shameless Bailifei has the nerve to call him a general."

Lu Jinyin nodded, he gently touched the porcelain doll in front of him, but a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

Chu Yu: "..."

It's rare for Lu Jinyin to treat such an ugly doll with such tenderness.

The wooden door squeaked softly, and Lu Jinyin didn't look back when he heard the sound, and finally drew the first stroke with the ink-stained pen tip on the rice paper.

Chu Yu stared at the rice paper, wanting to see what kind of masterpiece His Highness the Crown Prince could draw. He was really impressed by the picture of a chicken pecking rice that Chu Jiangli regarded as a treasure.

So he said without looking back: "Go out, go out, I am here to accompany Your Highness."

But the footsteps were getting closer.

Chu Yu finally turned his head impatiently, and he froze in place as soon as he turned his head.

The person in front of him was wearing the simplest bun, without any decorations in his hair, but there were a pair of upturned eyes on his plain and fair face, and only one person's back was reflected in the black pupils.

Chu Jiangli is wearing a dance skirt that is separated from the top and bottom. The apricot yellow round neck top on the upper body reveals a delicate and prominent collarbone. Even without any jewelry, it can still attract people's attention. The waist and abdomen, and the lower body is a long begonia red dress, with jade beads hanging from the skirt, which jingle when walking.

Chu Yu's reaction was no different from those of those people. He was also silent for a moment before he spoke: "Master, I think you should avoid seeing Bailifei in the future."

Anyway, since Bailifei was not around, he could say anything bad about Bailifei as he wanted, and Chu Yu dared to say bad things here while Bailifei was not around.

And Lu Jinyin was staring at the rice paper in front of him intently, thinking about where to write the next stroke, completely oblivious to the movement behind him.

Chu Jiangli pursed his lower lip, did not open his mouth, and made a gesture to drive Chu Yu out. Chu Yu gently closed the door, and there were only those two people left in the room. Lu Jinyin didn't notice all this, and squeezed Write a pen and think hard.

The last white hand with fine knuckles directly covered his hand holding the pen.

The light and quiet sandalwood surrounded him from behind and immersed him, "Whatever Huaibing wants to draw, let's draw together."