White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

◎Auspicious meaning◎

Just after dusk fell, Wu Yan returned to Murong Villa, back to his dormitory - Qinghui Hall, and just passed through the courtyard gate, he smelled a strong sweet smell, like freshly made fruit, and opened his lips: " Did you make fairy grass soup again today?"

Yang Qingyuan glanced sideways at Wu Yan who suddenly appeared by his side, curled his lips and smiled: "So you were also deceived by it." Then he picked up a dried flower branch and brought it to the tip of Wu Yan's nose.

Wu Yan sniffed the crimson fruit on the dried flower branch lightly, stunned for a moment, then took a look at the dried flower branch, and asked strangely: "Is the soup fruit turned into this dried flower, or is the dried flower going to turn into soup fruit?" I sniffed again the crimson fruit as small as pearls on the dry branches and leaves.

Yang Qingyuan answered generously: "Fire Dragon Ball is a liar among flowers and plants. You are only allowed to smell its aroma and imagine food, but it is not as good as the food you are dreaming about."

Wu Yan put the dried flower branches lightly on the table, and only asked other things: "You said, what are you going to do for me? Just make me a flower arrangement that smells delicious?"

Yang Qingyuan put another dried flower branch in front of Wu Yan, and asked: "Take a look."

Wu Yan sniffed it carefully, as if drinking tea, and replied: "The fruit on this flower branch has a fragrance, similar to plum blossom, but also has a refreshing feeling like cold spring."

Yang Qingyuan said: "This thing is called eucalyptus fruit. The emperor said it is actually the fruit of the blue eucalyptus tree. When the seeds in the shell are ripe, they will open the cross seal on the top and fall out."

Wu Yan couldn't help looking at the dried flower branch in his hand again, thinking: "This fruit looks like a string of bells, and the blue clothes are covered with a layer of hoarfrost. It looks quite pretty, but it's okay. Make an enamel gold hairpin according to this shape."

As soon as he thought of an idea, he put down the dried flower branch in his hand, walked quickly to the building, and walked into the first floor.Yang Qingyuan turned his head and shouted at his back: "I made flower cakes, they should still be warm!"

When Wu Yan came to the table, he saw a tray. A plate was placed in the tray and covered with a semi-circular glazed bowl cover. It rose to the glass cover and turned into a thin layer of water mist, but Wu Yan was not in a hurry to taste it, so he just took the Four Treasures of the Study, drew a section of eucalyptus branch on white paper, and painted it with light indigo ink. Press it with a paperweight, then turn around and wash your hands.

The next day, Wu Yan sent this enamel gold hairpin picture to Murong Qinmei, the head of the Murong family. This picture was sent to Murong's Weaving Bureau, and jewelry craftsmen were asked to cast a hundred pieces and bring back one piece.

After Wu Yan went to the weaving bureau, he worked as a supervisor and ordered the jewelry craftsman to make the hairpin handle with pure silver and the eucalyptus fruit with pure gold. It took a total of five days to cast the words "Shi Weaving Bureau" to prevent counterfeit goods, and [-] pieces were made.

Then Wuyan sent someone to pack one hundred of them in a brocade box and send them to the main shop of Silk Cloth Shop for sale. He kept five sticks, also packed them in a brocade box, and brought four of the five sticks with him. When we arrived at the palace, when we walked through the corridor, we just met Huang Yan, so we stopped to say hello: "Mr. Wenren, long time see you."

When Huang Yan saw Wu Yan, he just nodded slightly without saying a word.Wu Yan saw that he had something on his mind, so he couldn't help being curious: "Mr. Wenren doesn't seem to be very comfortable, could he be in trouble?"

Huang Yan only turned his face away for a while, pretending to be indifferent, and replied: "Nothing." Then he said: "I have other things to do, let's take a step first." After walking two or three steps, there was another sound of "Mr. Wenren" behind him .

Wu Yan said: "I didn't see Mr. Zhu today. I feel a little regretful. I originally planned to give him a gift to thank him for teaching Yang Xinsu all these years. I will give the gift to Mr. Wenren first, and then I will give it to Zhu for me. gentlemen."

After hearing this, Huang Yan turned around and handed over a delicate enamel gold hairpin. Huang Yan accepted the enamel gold hairpin, said "thank you" and continued walking forward.

Wu Yan went against him, went to the deep palace, and presented the remaining three enamel gold hairpins to Su Zhongming, then returned to the Weaving Bureau, took the last hairpin with him, returned to Yangui Island, and inserted the hairpin On the hair bun of her biological mother, Zi Zhuyao, Zi Zhuyao couldn't put it down, and she wore this hairpin every day.

The one hundred hairpins were only placed in the shop for one day before they were completely sold out. In a short time, this enamel gold hairpin became the most envied beauty in the shop, and the voice of envy far exceeded its expensive selling price. .

Princess Yongxin Su Meier got one of them from Su Zhongming, and put it on her hair bun. Wearing this gold hairpin, she walked slowly through every place in Qingyuchun Tea House.Naturally, someone behind her sighed enviously: "As expected of a princess with golden branches and jade leaves, you can get so many wonderful things."

There was also a woman who yelled at her husband angrily: "I told you to buy it back then! You said it was too expensive, so wait and see! I told you to wait and see! You can't buy the next one now! Are you worthy of me? I will marry you!..."

Su Mei'er heard it, and didn't turn her head back. She just raised a hand lightly, and gently stroked the delicate and special enamel gold hairpin on her bun.Su Zhongming originally wanted to wait for her to be her dowry when she got married, but seeing that she was begging for it like a baby, and he loved his adopted daughter, he had no choice but to give it, and handed over the remaining two hairpins to Shi Chaojing.

After the Lantern Festival, the next day is Wu Yan’s birthday. Early in the morning, Wu Yan wakes up from a dream. When he looks at his side, there is nothing there. Yang Qingyuan is nowhere to be seen. For the upper body, the quilt was lifted, not in a hurry to get dressed, just bent one knee, supported the knee with one elbow, rested his cheek on his hand, and supported the bed with the other hand, murmured thoughtfully: "So Good morning, where did you go?"

Outside the carved partition, eucalyptus branches, white wintersweet branches and tea plum branches are inserted in the thick bamboo tubes quietly placed on the tall table against the wall, and the breeze blows into the room from an open window , three faint aromas floated with the wind, intertwined and puffed into the nostrils.

Wu Yan put on his robe and combed his hair, then left the dormitory and came to the first floor, where there were only two cats playing around, two palm-sized milk cats followed Yu Chan in the cat nest, among them A milk cat crawled out of the cat's nest and was taken back by Yuchan.Only Hei Hei ran up to Wu Yan, and gently rubbed his cheek against his leg.

Wu Yan looked at the cat bowl, there was a little bit of dried fish left on the bottom of the bowl, it was a sign that someone had fed it, after that, he left Qinghui Pavilion with peace of mind, and Hei Hei followed him, following him Walk.

One person and one cat, went around the place where Yang Qingyuan often went, but he didn't see Yang Qingyuan, Wu Yan suddenly felt strange, when he was thinking, there was intermittent low cat meowing at his feet, he lowered his head and glanced at him. Hei Hei glanced at him, and Hei Hei raised his head and yelled at him, as if begging to be touched or held in his arms.

Wu Yan thinks that Hei Hei's body is a blessing in the middle age among cats, so he deliberately ignores its begging and lets him walk by his side all the time, so as to make him lose weight.After half an hour of sword practice, one person and one cat crossed the path again. After breakfast, they went to the weaving yard near Murong Villa to continue supervising weaving.

Dusk came in the blink of an eye, Yang Xinsu practiced martial arts in that yard as usual, and fought with Murong Qinxue with bare hands. His boxing skills have improved a bit, and he can sensitively deal with his grandfather's moves, and his backflip posture is also very agile. Therefore, Qin Xue was somewhat satisfied.

When Wu Yan came to this courtyard, he looked at his grandfather and grandson, and asked strangely: "Didn't Qingyuan come here?"

Yang Xinsu heard the voice, but did not turn around hastily, while fighting with grandfather again, she replied: "I haven't seen my uncle all day today!"

Wu Yan felt even more strange, and couldn't help but bow his head in thought.Hei Hei at his feet didn't understand his thoughts, watched Yang Xinsi fighting for a moment, then suddenly rushed towards Yang Xinsu.

Seeing this, Yang Xinsu hurriedly dodged, and shouted while dodging: "Go away! Go away! Don't pester me! I'm very busy!"

In the evening, the cook rang the bronze bell. After hearing the bell, the masters and young masters of the Murong family came to the dining room. When Wu Yan turned around, he suddenly saw Yang Qingyuan who had been missing for a whole day.

When Yang Qingyuan approached, Wuyan asked: "Where have you been today? I thought you slipped out of Yangui Island again..."

Yang Qingyuan smiled lightly, his willow-leaf eyes turned into crooked moons, and he opened his lips: "Are you afraid that I will sneak away to find my brother?"

Wu Yan said solemnly: "I didn't think so."

Yang Qingyuan leaned closer to his face and looked into his eyes: "It's already written on your face."

Wu Yan lowered her eyes slightly and said nothing.

Zi Zhuyao's voice came from behind: "Come and eat! Today is Wu Yan's birthday, and I asked the cook to make Wu Yan's favorite dish!"

Wu Yan immediately turned around, walked to the seat and sat down, Yang Qingyuan followed him, sat beside him, and served him food.After the meal was over, everyone walked out of the dining room one after another, and they were about to separate to do their own things. Suddenly, colorful fireworks rose from all directions, quickly rushed to the high night sky, and immediately bloomed huge colorful fireworks, thunder and thunder A similar sound also sounded in both ears, it was deafening.

The light of colorful fireworks entered Wu Yan's eyes, and Wu Yan looked up at the night sky, dumbfounded in shock.Among several people, only Wen Qian exclaimed in surprise: "Who prepared this? It's so beautiful!"

A domestic servant came forward with a tray and came to Yang Qingyuan. Yang Qingyuan picked up an empty wine saucer and a wine jug from the tray, poured a glass of fine wine, and brought them to Wu Yan, saying to Wu Yan : "I know today is your birthday, so I prepared this gift for you early in the morning. I also mixed this wine for you. Try it."

After finishing speaking, he brought the wine dish to Wu Yan's lips.Wu Yan was stunned for a moment, but still lightly held the edge of the wine plate, drank the fine wine slowly, and then opened his lips while pondering: "Plum wine? Ringo? Orange? Wine? Pineapple? Peach wine? Kiwi fruit? Luofu Spring wine? Tusu wine? Rice wine?"

Yang Qingyuan replied: "You have a good tongue!" He poured another glass of wine and brought the saucer to his lips: "Taste another glass."

Wu Yan said: "I don't want to get drunk on my birthday."

Yang Qingyuan persuaded him to drink: "There's only half a jug of wine, five glasses in total, I won't get you drunk."

Zi Shiyao said: "There are four kinds of raw fruit juices in this wine, and six kinds of fine wines, and two of these six kinds of fine wines are brewed with raw fruit juices. Doesn't it imply 'Peace in all seasons, Liuliu Dashun'?"

When Murong Qinmei heard the words, he immediately persuaded Wuyan joyfully: "Based on this auspicious meaning, you should drink the half pot of wine made by your son-in-law!"

Wu Yan had no choice but to hold the wine saucer in his mouth again, drank the fine wine, and drank three more glasses in a row. Sure enough, after drinking five glasses, the jug was empty.Yang Xinsu moved closer to Wu Yan's side, and asked with concern: "Is this wine good?"

Wu Yan glanced at him coldly, and replied coldly: "Whether it tastes good or not, it has nothing to do with you, I've finished it anyway."

Yang Xinsu patiently asked the second time: "Is it good or not?"

Yang Qingyuan immediately replied instead of Wu Yan: "If you want to drink, I can make a pot for you, but if you are drunk, don't rely on me."

Wen Qian quickly grabbed Yang Xinsu's arm, pulled Yang Xinsu back to her side, and whispered: "You haven't reached the age of weak crown, what kind of wine are you drinking?"

Yang Xinsu didn't dare to talk back to her mother, she just thought to herself: I will secretly ask my uncle to make a pot, hehe...

The author says:

I plan to make this hairpin wrapped around flowers~(￣▽￣)y