After the rebirth, I became a Buddha, but the scumbags started to panic

On July [-]th, at the Magpie Bridge Meeting, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl come to dream.

The prosperity of the capital of Yun Kingdom does not lie in the thriving markets and streets on weekdays, or in the dark alleys where people live in every household, but only in festivals such as Shangyuan and Qixi Festival, where thousands of miles of lanterns are lit, turning day and night upside down.

The fireworks are soaring, the stars are scattered, and the fragrant cars and BMWs are draped in gauze. Today, the sons and daughters can be open for a while.

The stage built by Linshui only sings the drama of lovers getting married. "Blessed Lovers" is still sad, "Pairing of Immortals" is never tired of listening to it, and "Cowherd and Weaver Girl" is repeated over and over again.

Yan Wan was far away in Yan's mansion, so she could hear the bustle outside, Hua Ying asked for a trick, Yan Wan sent her out, leaving only Fushun to wait on her.

After a while, even Fushun was sent away by him, because he was envious of the bustle outside, it was pitiful, Yan Wan thought about it, and simply gave all the servants in her yard a day off.

The yard was deserted, but Yan Wan didn't feel lonely, he had already passed the age of being playful, so he went to Yan's mother to invite Ann.

Yan's mother sighed: "If your grandmother is still here, our Yan's residence will be very lively this year's Qixi Festival."

Yan stroked her back: "Mother, don't be sad, if you hurt your spirit like this, grandma will also be upset."

Mother Yan was sad again: "I don't know when Yun Sheng will come back from Jinhe, he should be with you on days like this."

"When the filial piety period is over, Yun Sheng will come back."

"Three years left."

Three years is too long.

I don't know what will happen.

Mother Yan didn't want to restrain Yan Wan, and said: "If you are really bored, go find your elder brother. Although he has left Yan's residence, he must not go out at the moment, and is at home to guard your grandmother's filial piety."

Yan Wan said without thinking: "It's better not to bother brother."

Qixi Festival is an ambiguous festival, it is inappropriate for him to have a marriage contract with Ji Fengxuan.

Mother Yan thought about it, yes, so she stopped mentioning it.

When Yan Wan stepped out of the threshold, Fang remembered that he still owed Lan Pei a lantern. He borrowed someone from Yan's mother's yard and asked him to go out to buy a lantern and send it to Lan Pei.

Back in the room, Yan Wan picked up a book and read it. It was a cookbook, which recorded the recipes of pastries. Yan Wan had never tried many of them. It was a pity in her heart, but she saw Lan Pei and Ji Fengxuan showing off their cooking skills. , he is also a little eager to try, wanting to try it himself.

If Tanabata...

This little bird steamed cake seems to be a bit suitable.

Looking at the simple painting, it looks like a magpie.

Yan Wan itched to turn a few more pages, but didn't see anything simpler and more artistic, so she went to the kitchen with the recipe in her arms.

Qi Yunsheng is not in the capital, he is lonely by himself, and he always needs to find something to do.

I've been lazy lately, and I don't really want to read and write articles. Make something sweet for myself, and treat it as a reward for my hard work during this time.

Because it was the Double Seventh Festival, the servants in the kitchen were not as usual, chatted enthusiastically and stole a little laziness, seeing him coming, the servants panicked, Yan drove them away with a smile, and entered by himself kitchen.

The method of this little bird steamed cake with a few words is not difficult at first glance, but it takes a lot of knowledge to make it. For example, how much water should be added to the flour, how firm it should be, and how loose the egg is. There is no bottom.

Thinking that anyway, he didn't think he could succeed at one time, so he made everything he thought was just right based on his feeling, and then squeezed out a bird shape and put it in the steamer.

The next step was to cook and steam, but Yan Wan didn't know how to do it, so he called someone back and asked him to help with the cooking.

But at this time, a young servant hurried over, out of breath, as if something serious had happened, and said, "My lord, go...go..."

"Where are you going, what happened?" Yan Wan said softly, "Don't worry, just speak slowly."

"Say... I can't tell, son, come with me..."

The servant pulled Yan Wan out.

Yan Wan also didn't care about her steamed bird cake, and followed the servant to the front yard, but before reaching the front yard, Yan Wan suddenly found that most of the servants in the mansion had gathered there, all looking up. into the air.

Yan Wan took a step back, followed his gaze to look at the dark night sky, and saw countless lanterns swaying upwards, glowing slightly, forming a golden river of stars.

In the monotonous black color, this magnificent scene is so dazzling that it is breathtaking. Every lantern is painted with a portrait, probably the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

Yan Wan stared dumbfounded, and heard the servant in front of him say: "My lord, go ahead."

Yan Wanfang came back to his senses and continued to walk forward. There were more and more servants in front of him. When he finally reached the vestibule, he finally saw the painting on the lantern. One lantern, four sides, each One side is oneself.

The strokes are scribbled, but the charm is penetrating. As the lantern rises slowly, it is illuminated by the light in the lamp, as if it is alive.

Yan Wan was truly shocked.

With so many lamps, how long does it take to draw a tiny galaxy.

Touched emotions mixed with indescribable, it took Yan Wan a long time to hear his own voice, it was a whisper: "Who played it?"

The little servant beamed and said: "It's the eldest son. The eldest son said that you can't go out to watch the lantern festival during the filial piety, so I will bring the lantern to you and move it to Yan's mansion, so that you will not be lonely."

Yan Wan watched quietly, unable to speak anymore.

No wonder Ji Fengxuan didn't come to Yan's mansion these days, it turned out that he was busy doing this.

"The eldest son also said that you should not be sad if my uncle is not in the capital. He will always be with you."

Yan Wan's fingers curled up slightly under the sleeves, with a gentle face, he smiled: "Brother has a heart."

The boy always felt that the smile was a bit strange, it couldn't be called happy, and it couldn't be called unhappy, like... There was a hint of melancholy after the surprise?

But seeing Yan Wan turn around and leave, the lantern has not been finished, it can even be said that it has just started, and he is hesitating whether to persuade him or not, however, suddenly a firework popped up in the sky with a "chirp" .

The fireworks bloomed for a moment, like a peacock spreading its tail, extremely colorful.

After this one firework, thousands of fireworks rose into the sky, filling the night with colorful colors, completely covering up the light of the lantern.

There was a sudden commotion among the servants watching, and some even cried out in surprise, seeing at a glance: "Ah, it's the fireworks in the palace!"

The folk fireworks are crude, far less beautiful than those in the palace. Not only do they bloom in more fancy styles, but the colors are also more eye-catching.

But right now, the fireworks, which are not too exaggerated, are all flickering in the form of swallows, one after another, seemingly endless.

Amidst the sound of fireworks, a carriage outside the mansion slowly stopped without attracting any attention.

Until the father-in-law in the clothes of the servant led the people in, he saw Yan Wan in the vestibule, stepped forward with a smile, handed something to him, and said: "By the order of the third highness, come to give a gift to Young Master Yan. Here, Please take it, Mr. Yan, His Highness said that this item must belong to Mr. Yan."

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