moonlit night

Mid-Autumn Banquet ([-])

It is said that the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming.

Because it is the first Mid-Autumn Festival when she enters Juechen Peak, Luo Qingluan, Miss Luo, intends to perform well, and is determined to use all the housekeeping skills she learned from Xiaoxiang to please her master, and by the way, for her Juechenfeng had a long face at the moon appreciation banquet on August [-]th in Kunwu Mountain.

But it was difficult when deciding what kind of moon cakes to make.

Because according to common sense, no matter what you do, it is better to use local materials, which are fresh, authentic and unique.

But what's on Juechen Peak?

Plum blossoms, plum blossoms, plum blossoms, important things are said three times.

What else but plum blossoms?

Probably ice and snow, and a group of local specialty plum essence.

That being the case, let’s make plum cake and smoothie plum sauce snow skin mooncake.

After making up her mind, the fast-paced Miss Luo did what she wanted to do. She first gathered a group of idle plum spirits and planned to teach them to mash plum blossom petals and plums, but the spirits were too small and strong. A few of them can't do this job, so they can only be released to do some plum blossom picking in the end.

Apart from Mei Zijing, the only people on the peak who could serve as labor force were those two fellow students and Lingxi Xiaohe.

As a result, the little prince Xiao, who had been doing nothing all day long, was reluctantly dragged by Luo Qingluan to the pestle table, and started to work on the moon on the moon beside Chang'e, but he was not reconciled. Accepting this status quo, and questioning Luo Qingluan, why is it that he is a senior brother, Jun Changye, so he doesn't have to work, so he wants to destroy flowers here?

Luo Qingluan gave him a meaningful look, and said that if you want to know, you can go and see for yourself, but I advise you not to bother.

How could Xiao Ziyuan listen to her, he hurriedly washed his hands and ran towards Meiwu.

In terms of the division of Juechen Peak’s residence, it radiates outward from Meiwu, where Mr. Wangshu lived. Senior brother Xiao Ziyuan lives in the farthest place from Meiwu, followed by Luo Qingluan, and Jun Changye is the closest. .

According to Xiao Ziyuan's own thinking, it is natural that he is so happy. After all, he is unrestrained and loves freedom, and he doesn't want to live so close to the master, otherwise it is not good to see him when he looks up, and he will easily catch a cold.

But it seems that Jun Changye didn't think so. When he learned that the smallest one could be the closest to Maywood when he divided the houses, he quietly downgraded himself, which made the other two feel a little bit of joy. A faint sense of indebtedness.

At this moment, Xiao Ziyuan, who was sweating profusely from running, broke into Jun Changye's living room, and looked around, but there was no one.After thinking for a moment, he suddenly realized that he slapped his head and tiptoed towards Meiwu next to him.

Sticking to the door and peeking in, Xiao Ziyuan felt that he was like a voyeur who had humiliated the Great Xiao royal family, and got his wish to meet the person he was looking for.

Are you cleaning the house?

The room is not big at all, and it is clean and tidy. I guess it will take less than half a stick of incense to sweep it, but that kid just sweeps back and forth so dawdly, and the ashes of a painting can be swept several times. Repeatedly, almost bald the whiskers.

While sweeping, he looked back at the white-clothed sage who was lowering his head and didn't know what was written next to the book table. Sometimes he forgot to sweep the dust after reading for a long time.

What a brother who loves to learn!I don't forget to see what Master is doing even while working, so that I can enrich myself anytime, anywhere!

Xiao Ziyuan continued to peep while feeling emotional, and saw Jun Changye, who was wearing the uniform of a disciple by the edge of the moon and rolling clouds, suddenly his eyes lit up, as if seeing that the inkstone was about to be empty, he put down his whisk and walked to the side of the master, and began to study the ink seriously. Come on, research as slowly as possible, so slow that Xiao Ziyuan couldn't help but want to do research for him.

I don't see such dawdling on weekdays, what happened today?

Could it be, could it be that he wanted to use this to escape labor!Xiao Ziyuan thought indignantly.

Overwhelmed with indignation, Xiao Ziyuan staggered and fell into the room from behind the door that concealed his figure by inadvertently applying uneven force.

Yue Qingchen didn't raise her head, and asked quietly: "What's the matter with Ziyuan?"

"Disciple, I have nothing to do with you, I just want to see if there is anything that Master needs as a disciple." Xiao Ziyuan secretly rubbed his knee that was hurting from the fall, and asked curiously: "What is Master writing?"

"A letter to Taoist Master Wanqing of Maoshan Zong," Yue Qingchen continued to write without raising his head, "inviting him to come to Kunwu Mountain to celebrate the festival together."

Jun Changye, who was studying ink at the side, looked at Xiao Ziyuan expressionlessly, and swished his eyes coldly, wanting to poke him two holes, "It's enough to have a junior brother waiting here, don't bother the senior brother."

The implication is how far you can go.

Where did Xiao Ziyuan agree, he became more and more convinced that Jun Changye wanted to use this to escape the labor of destroying flowers, so he got up and walked to the desk in a few steps, saying "no trouble" and going to grab the work of studying ink.

Jun Changye naturally refused to give it to him, and Xiao Ziyuan himself was not such a neat person, so he accidentally spilled a good set of newly developed ink.

Coincidentally, it was all splashed on the snow-white rice paper of the desk and the moon-clear dusty white skirt, and the jet-black ink dripped down the drenched front skirt, and splashed a little on the slate.

For a while, the clothes were tightly attached to the body, which seemed to outline the general outline of the figure.

Xiao Ziyuan was dumbfounded.

God, he swore he didn't mean to.

Jun Changye's reaction was very different. He stared at Yue Qingchen in a daze for a moment, then lowered his head instantly.

"Master, Master, you change your clothes first, I, I'll get you a basin of water." He stammered.

Then he forcibly half pulled and half pulled Xiao Ziyuan out of the house, and closed the door smoothly.

Xiao Ziyuan was dumbfounded again.

What's the matter today?

Didn't I just want to avoid the labor of destroying flowers, and I saw through it? Is this kid blushing like this because of shame?

Isn't it just spilling ink and splashing all over Shizun?

The perplexed Xiao Ziyuan spent a day of perplexity. At this time, there is still one day before the Mid-Autumn Festival moon feast.

Mid-Autumn Banquet ([-])

The location of the Mid-Autumn Moon Banquet is at Tanhuafeng Lanfang Pavilion.

The reason is that although Ling Jueding is big enough, it is too majestic and not suitable for everyone to gather together and sing loudly. There is also the fragrance of osmanthus on Tanhua Peak.

The peak master of Qingfu Peak expressed strong condemnation of Fu Yu's behavior of holding a moon appreciation banquet right after the apprenticeship ceremony. He made it clear that if this continues, he will seriously consider negotiating with Mr. Langxuan Getang about job hopping.

Of course, this kind of weak protest can't stop Fu Yu's enthusiasm for hosting a luxurious dinner. She promised to take a part of her small coffers to support the party, provided that everything is arranged according to her ideas.

There's nothing to say, and no one is robbing her anyway.

In this way, the 80th August [-]th Mid-Autumn Banquet of Kunwu Mountain No.[-] officially kicked off when the moon was shining in the evening.

Thousands of miles of osmanthus, counting golden chrysanthemums, the peak master is in the water pavilion, and the disciples are outside the water pavilion. Those who eat melon seeds are eating melon seeds, and those who peel the peel are waiting for the special dishes of each peak to be served on the table one after another.

According to Fu Yu's idea, a perfect moon banquet should start with exquisite and rich dishes, with distinctive talent performances as the main body, climax with detailed poems and comments, and then come to a smooth conclusion with the interlacing of toasts and chips.

That being the case, this delicacy is the first brick to attract jade, and it must be taken seriously and must not be ignored.

Therefore, the first appetizer is the special moon cake produced by Tan Huafeng.

Fragrant hands must be fine products, at least from the outside, the pancakes are like a full moon, and the skin is delicately carved with various patterns, stacked in a small transparent crystal dish, it will make your index finger move when you look at it.

"Come on, everyone, don't just look at it, try it quickly, this is a new stuffing I developed this year, it's just out of the pan, and it's still hot." Fu Yu greeted warmly, waving a handkerchief.

All the peak masters expressed politeness to each other, and then picked up a piece from the small plate in front of them, either reservedly or quickly, and put it into their mouths.

Ning Yuanmei stuck out her tongue, Yue Qingchen frowned, Hong Ling paused, and Yun Ya had a weird expression.

Ye Zhiqiu looked as usual.

"What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?" Fu Yu asked nervously.

"May I ask Sister Yu, what's your secret?" Yun Ya slowly put down the pancake in her hand, and asked with cupped hands.

"It's like this," Fu Yu also picked up a piece and looked at it, "I was thinking that this mooncake should be eaten sweet, so this year I came up with a new filling, which is to put sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus, bananas and dates. Let’s mash it together and make stuffing, how about it, give us an evaluation.”

"Probably," Yunya said without hesitation, "Gold and jade are outside, but failure is inside."

After finishing speaking, he added a knife:

"It probably smells like stinkbugs."

……

The second dish is Juechen Peak's plum blossom cake and plum ice skin mooncake. With the rich pearls and jade in front, Luo Qingluan's mooncakes became extremely popular, and they were quickly wiped out from all the disciples' tables. The miss who had been talking about it for a whole day was finally relieved, and she was excited all night because of the praise of "the baker's heart is clever, and the appearance is beautiful".

The third dish is the rock sugar lotus seed soup contributed by the Xuanhu Peak where Ning Yixian, whose culinary skills have always been recognized by everyone.

"Xiaomei's culinary skills are really amazing!" Fu Yu stretched out her thumb while eating, and said vaguely: "Whoever marries you is a blessing that has been cultivated for several lifetimes, and I remember that you are also good at zither caressing, yes ah!"

Her face trembled, and she said excitedly: "At first, I thought it was a pity that Hengwu's fleeting xiao was not here today, but now it seems that you might as well play a song with Chenchen's zither, and just play Jianjia. The so-called Yiren is here. How beautiful it is on the water side.”

Ning Yuanmei's hand, which was busy serving soup, paused slightly.

Yue Qingchen calmly helped to take the spoon, and said in a low voice: "Jian Jia is not suitable, why not Yongyue."

"Okay," Yunya echoed, raising eyebrows at Yue Qingchen, "I haven't heard your song for a long time."

The sound of Qingyue Qinzheng restrains the clouds and lingers endlessly, which is particularly touching in the quiet moonlit night.

Everyone was intoxicated by the sound of the music, Yunya raised his glass and respected the performer from a distance, raised his head and continued to work, then smiled and said: "Actually, if you want to talk about enjoying the moon, it's still Juechen Peak." The scenery is the best."

His voice was not loud, but in the silence around him, it was enough for caring people to hear him clearly.

Next came the cultural performances of various peaks. It was already late at night between cups and cups.

Being forced to drink a few glasses of wine, Yue Qingchen was a little dizzy at the moment, he was already incapable of drinking, but it seemed that the original owner was better than him in pouring a glass.

Ben just left the table quietly, and didn't intend to sneak away for too long. He wandered casually in the courtyard of Tanhua Peak, and walked to a laurel tree near the wind, intending to lean on the tree to blow the wind to sober up and go back.

I didn't think about it, but I was attracted by the bright moon in the sky.

The bright moon is hidden by the trees, and the river is not dawn.

The moonlight seen in a lonely place is naturally different from that in a noisy place.

However, just as he was in a trance, there was a sudden sound of crushing dead branches in Guilin behind him.

Looking back, Jun Changye was holding a moon-white cloak in his hand, and he was standing in Guilin not far from Yue Qingchen at a loss.

"Master, it's cool at night," he said in a low voice, "let's add some clothes."

Mid-Autumn Banquet ([-])

The wind gets cooler at night, and the moon shines and clears the frost.

He woke up suddenly at night, tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep again, he casually put on a cloak placed beside the bed, got off the bed lightly, and walked slowly into the courtyard.

Mu Yun was overwhelmed with coldness, and Yin Han turned the jade plate silently.

Counting the days, today seems to be the Mid-Autumn Festival.

It's Mid-Autumn Festival again.

Hundreds of years have passed since the Mid-Autumn Moon Banquet in the year when he was first recruited.

"Why are you up, master?" Suddenly a warm breath swept over the neck, itching slightly, and then the waist tightened and the body warmed up, and a thick fox fur wrapped all over the body.

Jun Changye clasped the person in front of him tightly into his arms, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "What are you thinking?"

Yue Qingchen turned his head to look at him, pointed to the sky, and didn't speak.

"Appreciate the moon?" Jun Changye followed the direction of his fingers to look at the round of clear light in the night sky, and suddenly tightened his hand around the other's waist, then turned him around and kissed him.

This kiss was tender and lingering, but also had an undeniable strong taste. He didn't let it go until the breath of the two of them became a little unstable.

"What's going on in the middle of the night?" Yue Qingchen frowned, and there was some hoarseness in his voice after sex.

"The disciple recalled the scene where the master told the disciple's name for the first time." Jun Changye buried his head in his neck and rubbed it lightly, "I also remembered some things at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet that year, and I couldn't help it for a while."

Yue Qingchen wondered why he brought it up again, it would be difficult to coax the child when it was mentioned, so go back and wash up and sleep quickly.

But Jun Changye didn't seem to intend to just let it go, he continued to recall the past and said: "Although I hated each other with Uncle Yun back then, I still deeply agree with a sentence he said. Master, do you still remember?" What is it?"

Yue Qingchen frowned.

"He said that enjoying the moon is the best on Juechen Peak." Jun Changye took it on his own, and kissed the other party's slender neck through the material of the cloth. I have been here for decades, and every time I miss Master, I always think that it would be good to be with Master for thousands of miles, but the sky of the Demon Race is dark all day long, and I can’t even see the shadow of the moon. When I think of others If I can enjoy the bright moon with Master every day but I can’t, many inexplicable thoughts will naturally arise in my heart, and I can’t stop them.”

"So?" Yue Qingchen smashed the jar.

"So I still want to ask a question," Jun Changye raised his head and looked straight into his eyes, there seemed to be water surging in his deep eyes, "If the disciple didn't do such persecution back then, who would the master choose?"

Why do I have to choose one of them? Wouldn't it be nice to choose a yellow flower girl who is as beautiful as a flower?

But thinking about it this way, Yue Qingchen solemnly raised her hand to touch the top of the opponent's hair, and sighed: "It must be you."

"Really?" Jun Changye's eyes lit up, and his hands clasped his waist tightly again, saying: "Then let's go back to the house."

An ominous premonition flooded into his heart in an instant, Yue Qingchen immediately broke away from his arms with a flick of his hand, and said coldly: "It's not going to work today, let's try another day."

Then go to the other house.

"The disciple will be lighter," Jun Changye immediately chased after him, pleading softly as he walked, "Just once, isn't it enough once?"

This night is not good in this life, where to look next year for the bright moon.