Shuangjiao

Wen Xueqing came to Gao Lan with Li Junjun according to the agreed time, but was told that Gao Lan hadn't dressed up yet.

Zhang Xiao came quietly from behind the screen: "I have to ask Zhen Zhen to wait a little longer, my sister is not well yet, so I kept Zhen Zhen waiting for a long time."

Wen Xueqing raised her eyebrows, didn't say much, just picked up a miscellaneous book and read it. Gao Lan had been looking forward to this day for a long time, and it's normal to waste time.

Zhang Xiao sat down opposite her, with slender hands, making tea for Wen Xueqing.

"Zhenzhen, please drink tea." Zhang Xiao raised the teacup with both hands and placed it in front of Wen Xueqing.

After Wen Xueqing finished drinking, she asked with a smile, "How is it?"

"Delicious," Wen Xueqing put down the teacup, "The girl is very skilled."

It was the first time Zhang Xiao and Li Junjun met. After the two greeted each other, she sat quietly.Zhang Xiao brought the teacup to her, and Li Junjun took a sip and praised in a warm voice: "Before I thought that Wei Di would only serve tea with meals, and he didn't drink carefully, so he didn't think about tea art."

Seeing that she likes it, Zhang Xiao refilled his glass and said, "Wei Gongyan, drinking alcohol loses morality, which is the morality of the world. Alcohol prohibition has been promulgated. Now Wei is like Luoyang Central Plains, and tea is used instead of wine."

Wen Xueqing drank her tea with her head down, thoughtful.

After His Majesty returned to Beijing, in order to show that they were honest and frugal, the upper class nobles gradually began to replace wine with tea in the Central Plains.

Wei Hou was born in a military family, and he has long been dissatisfied with Luoyang's extravagant style. Even the eldest son of Wei Hou refused to accept Ling Qi, and took the lead in advocating simplicity.The whole Weidi is simply different from the Central Plains.

——Zhang Xiao from Weidi, every move has the style of Weidi.

Ring ring jingle, heard the sound, Wen Xueqing put down the book and looked up at the person who came.Seeing this, I almost didn't laugh out loud.

Today, Gao Lan deliberately combed a startled crane bun, inserted a golden rocking step hairpin, and wore a green onion skirt.The eyebrows were carefully traced, the emerald eyebrows were dotted with crimson lips, and the cheeks were flushed, showing wine-smudged makeup.

"Isn't it good-looking?" Gao Lan stared, "I chose it on purpose."

Gao Lan was followed by her nurse, who already had an expression of not being able to bear to look directly at her.

"Little lady, change your clothes."

The nurse had a headache, she didn't dare to let Gao Lan go out with such a colorful color.No matter how Gao Lan refused, the wet nurse had no choice but to look expectantly at Wen Xueqing.

Li Junjun also advised a few words.

Gao Lan had been counting the days on her fingers and waiting for today. She had chosen this outfit for a long time, and when others said this, she was immediately dissatisfied: "No change! Just no change!"

Gao Lan insisted, Wen Xueqing could only helplessly look back at the nurse, expressing that she was helpless.

Zhang Xiao looked Gao Lan up and down, and said softly, "A-mei, why don't we change to peach blossom makeup and wipe off a layer of rouge."

The peach blossom makeup is lighter, and Gao Lan is in the romantic cardamom years, this makeup is perfect.

Hearing what Zhang Xiao said, Gao Lan hesitated for a moment before looking at the other people.

For convenience, Wen Xueqing wore a dark green pleated skirt today, with a loose hem for easy movement. She didn't wear heavy makeup, and compared with Gao Lan, she was chic and pretty.Li Junjun has shallow brows and a faint smile, fresh and beautiful.Zhang Xiao was still dressed in a simple and elegant, light-colored dress, like an orchid in an empty valley.

Gao Lan finally changed.

Stores on the street pick up bamboo poles and hang lanterns on the branches of apricot trees. After nightfall, they are as bright as day.The lanterns are brilliant, the branches are intertwined, and the red stamens are integrated with the flames of the lanterns, blooming in the fragrance of lamp oil.

Gao Lan held a lotus lantern in one hand, and when she saw something novel and interesting, she pointed it at it, quickened her pace, and pulled the others closer.

Shenhu's business is developed, and there are more interesting and fresh things than Tongli, but Gao Lan is very interested, and she likes to see everything.

"Zhenzhen, what do you think of this?" Gao Lan picked up a bamboo flute from a small stall, and held it up for Wen Xueqing to see.

The best old material, purple bamboo, is simple and elegant.Looking along the candlelight, the luster is translucent, and the hand is delicate and smooth. This is a good flute.

"give to me?"

Wen Xueqing was taken aback.Gao Lan doesn't like these things, and she still has this in mind to buy this for her.

"Of course it's for you." Gao Lan stuffed the bamboo flute into her arms and turned to the stall owner, "This one, I want it."

Shaking the purse, which was mostly empty, Gao Lan raised her chin: "Wen Zhenzhen, you must remember that you will learn something in the future, so you have to brag about it to me."

Zhang Xiao was very curious about Wen Xueqing's performance level, and asked a few more questions.

Thinking of Wen Xueqing's glaring eyes when she said something bad before, Gao Lan said with a smile: "As long as it is played by Zhen Zhen, and I hear it, no matter how ugly it sounds, it is also fairy music."

Wen Xueqing was so angry that she wanted to hit her with the bamboo flute she just bought.

Li Junjun pursed her lips and smiled with eyes crooked: "Zhenzhen is already at a level that I can't catch up to. I have been under A Weng's knees since I was a child, but I can't compare with Zhenzhen's talent and intelligence. I can learn it quickly."

Gao Lan hid behind Zhang Xiao while laughing: "Sister, don't boast, beware of complacency and regress, if she is not proud of herself, and others can't catch up with her, then she will be arrogant."

"You praised me as Xianle just now!" Wen Xueqing chased after her, "I'm afraid that I will hurt your ears again by playing badly!"

Gao Lan giggled, "If you praise you, I can say a lot, and I can just open my mouth. But if someone asks me what's good about playing, I really can't hear it."

Wen Xueqing's footsteps slowed down: "You're right..."

She was so stunned that Gao Lan, who was only a step away, slipped away.

Quickly ran a few steps, and stood in front of the crowd wearing all kinds of weird animal masks. Gao Lan's eyes were shining, and she clasped her hands together to form horns, and shouted at Wen Xueqing: "Zhen Zhen, although I'm not very rational, I can accompany you at any rate." You play chess and chat, and you can even give you a bamboo flute, and listen to you play, no matter how ugly it sounds, I will listen to it—”

There were people coming and going around, Gao Lan's action quickly attracted others to stop and watch.

"Did I treat you badly—" Gao Lan continued to shout, "I heard that the daughter of the Ling family is a peerless qin artist, do you like her and don't want me?"

More and more people looked at them, Wen Xueqing stomped her feet, ran to her side and covered her mouth: "When did I despise you, why did I mention Lingrou all of a sudden!"

Gao Lan cheerfully broke away Wen Xueqing's hand, and hugged her: "I just heard it from someone, just ask casually. People say that high mountains and flowing water are the soulmates. I was afraid that you would like Ling Rou's qin art, qin and flute ensemble , don’t want me anymore.”

Zhang Xiao and Li Junjun were blocked by the crowd and walked over slowly surrounded by the guards with difficulty.

Seeing that they were still some distance away, Wen Xueqing looked into Gao Lan's eyes and said seriously: "It's good to have someone who understands. But if you don't understand my flute, will it affect our relationship?"

She has been learning flute for so long, and there is no one who can get along with her. Although she regrets it, she has never been persistent.

The piano and flute ensemble is a perfect match, but she and Ling Rou?forget it.

When has she ever looked at Ling Rou Shun.Her temperament is more compatible with Gao Lan.

A few people looked at Stop and Go, and slowly approached the Five Emperors Altar in the east of the city.

"Boom-"

The drum sounded suddenly.

Everyone on the street exploded with a bang, and all ran to the Five Emperors Altar.

"The lion and dragon lantern dance has begun!"

Gao Lan didn't care about the things in her hands, and dragged Wen Xueqing to the Five Emperors Altar.

As the number of people increased, the drums became more and more intense, and cymbals and gongs were added. When the crowd was densely packed, the drums thumped again, and all the sounds stopped abruptly.

A small man stepped forward and bowed his hands to the onlookers. He was holding a sandalwood board in his hand, and there was a crisp sound, and the sound of the drum gradually intensified.The golden-haired lion crawled and bulged on the ground, its eyes were half-opened and half-closed, its eyelids shook slightly up and down, its head swayed from side to side, and it dragged its feet slowly walking around in circles as if drunk.

The cymbals and gongs sounded again, in addition to the flute and flute, there was also the pipa and Qinqin from the Western Regions. The lion knelt down, shook and rolled, followed the little man, being teased by the colored ball in his hand.Bells hang on the colored balls, and there is a sound when thrown high and low. After the lion grabs the colored balls, it lies on the ground, rolling the balls with its limbs upwards and passing the balls.It drew bursts of applause.

A tall man held a dragon ball with candles in his hand, rolled two golden dragons from the outside into the altar of five emperors, and surrounded the performing golden lions in the center.

Fish lanterns file in from both sides, cruising and dancing around the golden dragon.

"Zhenzhen, I'm so happy!"

Gao Lan held Wen Xueqing's hand tightly and spoke loudly in her ear.

"What are you talking about? I can't hear you." The crowd was so noisy that Wen Xueqing couldn't hear Gao Lan's voice at all, "Speak up."

"I'm so happy, we will come again in the future!"

"Okay! I will come again in the future!"

Wen Xueqing shook her hand back and responded with a smile.

After the performance at the Five Emperors Altar, the lion danced away again.The crowd dispersed with a clatter, the hustle and bustle of the Lantern Festival night dissipated, and the crowd rushed back to various houses.

The guards found Lanyu, and carried the little ladies back who were tired from running.

Wen Xueqing held the bamboo flute, stroked the fine texture with her fingers, put it to her lips and blew it softly.

The moon is high and clean, hanging in the star-studded night sky, and the clear light is like water and silver, pouring down.People come and go, carrying lanterns and singing songs.

The sound of the flute is low, whining fluttering, clear and long, flying far away.

Among the various voices, Wen Xueqing heard clear applause.Every beat is exactly on point, and a beat never falls.

The applause and the sound of her flute passed by her, and there was still a faint fragrance.

The sound of the flute stopped.

Wen Xueqing suddenly looked back, looking for the person who was doing the clapping.

There are so many people that you can't see the end at a glance.The streets are full of congestion, and the whole family is dispatched. There are women's costumes with animal masks, and there are costumes with make-up. Both men and women, high and low, are mixed together, in different shapes and colors.Advocating excellent acrobatics, stepping on stilts and twisting Yangko, which brought bursts of cheers in the middle.

Next door to her, Gao Lan was lying on the chair exhausted after having sex, her eyelids half-closed, drowsy.Li Junjun and Zhang Xiao concentrated on watching the lights, and didn't notice this scene. They were only curious for a moment why Wen Xueqing didn't continue, and went back to watch the scenery again.

Wen Xueqing suddenly felt a little lost, and even remembered the appearance of Lingrou standing with her arms folded after she finished playing the piano at the spring banquet.

Was Ling Rou in the same mood at that time?

The sheng pipes are complicated, and the drums are beating to the sky. How did the beaters accurately hear her flute and beat the exact time?

Who is that?

Is it expensive or cheap?