Dai Viet

"Miss, where are you going on this trip?" Ling Yi put on a coir raincoat, lit an oil lamp, and moored the bamboo raft to the water's shore.

"Fengyuan Mountain." Li Li's hand was immersed in the water, and his index finger was like plucking the strings of a piano, plucking all kinds of Huai Shui.

"Fengyuan Mountain, the girl is going to pray for blessings?" Ling Yi crossed her legs and stretched out her hands to hook the jar tied under the bamboo raft.

"Really." Li Li dipped his index finger in the water and took it back, writing two words.

"Girl, try it?" Ling Yi pried open the wooden board of the jar's sealing wax, took out a white spoon, filled it with a spoonful of amber juice, and handed it over.

Li Li took it and looked at the woman with a slight smile, took a few deep breaths, and then squeezed the spoon into his mouth.

"Sweet, my mother made this for me." Ling Yi smiled very proudly.

"It's very sweet." Li Li rolled his eyelashes and turned the handle of the spoon to her.

The moon disappeared, and the oil wick trembled slightly in the wind.

"The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the side of the water." Night Breeze softly recited the woman's singing, "Follow it backwards, and the road is long and obstructed. Follow it backwards, and you will be in the middle of the water." The woman dressed in Ruqun sang to the moon, white mist seemed to appear in front of my eyes, a bend of river flowed in no direction, light brown reeds fluttered around, and the green reeds swayed in the wind, at this time a scholar appeared , he went upstream, looking anxious, people can't help but want to know what he is anxious about, the road he walked was long and difficult, and he went down the river looking for the traces of beautiful women.

"Jianjia is desolate, and the white dew is not yet shining. The so-called Yi people are in the water." Jiang Rong sang "Jianjia" with bitterness in his heart. " Jiang Rong tightened her skirts and walked into the room, thinking that Mingyue might not understand what I was thinking.

It's finally the New Year's Eve, Ling Yi sent Li Li to Baidu, and hurried back.Baidutou is neither near nor far from Fengyuan Mountain, which happens to be a one-day journey, but the inn is also closed at the end of the year, which means that Li Li has to go to Fengyuan without sleep, and Li Li's Maxima is being fostered at At Ling Yi's house, it was said that Li Li had to walk for a day and a night.

Li Li let out a long sigh, and started walking towards Feng Yuan without saying a word.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

"En?" Jiang Rong looked at the red lanterns hanging inside and outside Lu's mansion, feeling a little depressed.

"Your Highness, eat sesame rice cakes, and you will be promoted every year, every year!"

"En." Jiang Rong picked up a piece with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth, it was sticky, warm and sweet.

"His Royal Highness, wait a moment, we need to eat more of this during the New Year's banquet. Hehe, Your Highness is one year older."

Jiang Rong was stunned to listen to Zhaoyue's non-stop talking, but she only heard the sentence "His Royal Highness is one year older", this sentence made her feel like crying, she has never been like this Hate time, how unfair it is to pass so fast and give her nothing back.

Jiang Rong put down her chopsticks and walked towards the gate of Lu's residence. She saw the servants pasting Spring Festival couplets at the gate, the sound of firecrackers in the distance, and the faint fragrance of plum blossoms in the corner. Everything blurred her eyes, and she stared blankly at the bluestone On the brick, this trance was not what she was looking for.

By the end of the night, Li Li was already exhausted. Apart from the lines on his pale feet, there were many fine bloodshot streaks. The red lines on his heels were mixed with mud. It was not like the red snake at the beginning, but like a brownish-red earthworm. It was ugly. Li Li Silently leaning against the tree with her knees in her arms, she missed her homeland over and over again, and thought of her father over and over again. Finally, Jiang Rong suddenly popped up in her mind, crying and saying not to leave that day. Her heart was trembling, and she stood up with a wooden stick Walking forward, she finally reached the foot of Fengyuan Mountain, she let out a long sigh, and then fell down unable to hold on anymore.

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