Nirvana In Fire

It's New Year's Eve ~ ~ This chapter is easier ~ ~

- It's a gasping dividing line.

Upon returning to his own courtyard, Mae Changsu had already felt cold, weak, barely holding on, and arranged to keep an eye on Yan Xiao's actions at any time. This relaxed him, and he fell asleep in bed and said sorry to Dr. Xiao.

The doctor ignored his apology and still had a face like the bottom of a pot when he applied the needle to the patient. He worried about whether he would stick the silver needle in his hand to other places where it shouldn't be done.

After resting in bed for three days, Mae Chang-su's spirit gradually recovered. Perhaps the subordinates deliberately did not dare to disturb them. Perhaps nothing really happened. The situation in Beijing was very calm for the past three days. Only the Emperor issued a royal decree stating that the Queen was ill. The ceremony at the end of the year was performed by Princess Xu Shu.

According to the legend in the palace, the emperor was meant to be a courtesy of the Vietnamese princess, but the Vietnamese princess herself wrote the book, said that the position was later, and replaced it with disrespect, and proposed to push Suki to perform the courtesy according to grade and age of entry into the palace.

This book is truly reasoned and exalted. Leung Emperor greatly appreciated it and gave it to Xinshang Zhuchai as a reward. The news came out, and it really bored Yu Wang.

However, the air is boring and boring. This is also what happens when fighting back and forth, one side is not a big winner, the other side has no real loss. The year is closed, the affairs are numerous, neither side is deeply involved anymore, more bites.

Of course, Su's house should also prepare for the New Year's Eve. This is not something Mae Chang Su should worry about, not to mention that Li Xian is a good housekeeper. Mr. 13 also has Miyagi Zhou ordered several cars of yearly merchandise all over the place. Most of the time, the new and fashionable things are all complete, so that flying streams basically have to be busy every day from morning to night, busy playing.

Other houses such as Mo Wang House, Yu Wang House, Yan House, Xie House, the presidential palace, etc. also sent annual gifts. Even King Jing sent the chief of the house, Stern Gan, to greet him and send him some example gifts.

Most of the gifts Mae Chang Su just looked at the gift list and let Li Xian handle them himself. Even the return gifts were arranged by Li Xian alone. He didn't even listen.

However, there is the same thing that makes Flying Love. It is the seven boxes of fireworks sent by Mo Wang Mansion. Each barrel has a small arm thickness. It is unusually brilliant. Flying must be put in the first half of the night. Before New Year's Eve, a clean one was set aside. Le Xian sent someone to buy it again. Only then did he discover that Mo Wang Mansion sent Palace fireworks, which cannot be bought on the market.

In an effort to appease the flight, Kirin, who was very ill at first, left her bed and wrote the first letter in advance, actually gave Neon another ten boxes of fireworks for her.

Only one day after the letter was sent, the wagon carrying the fireworks arrived at the back door of Su's house. Fei Liu was very happy, and Mae Chang Su was very happy in his heart.

Because he wrote to Nephew, it was really only the Mu Wang Palace that sent fireworks again, and no news from other provinces such as the Honor King followed suit, indicating that Nephew was strictly governed and that irrelevant news would not fly around.

New Year's Eve will be here soon. That high-profile festival sparked so much strife and wind in the dark and upward palace in advance, but on the day it was held, it was smooth and peaceful, there were no unexpected variations. Apart from the absence of the queen and the descent of the Vietnamese princess, it was not much different from previous festivals.

After the sacrifice, the emperor returned to the palace and began to give candles. The crown palace of the prince and the noble minister all knelt outside the gate to receive grace. In accordance with the practice of previous years, the rank of the royal court shall be the prince, the honourable princes shall prevail, the rest of the princes shall again, and the other ministers of the parish shall vary according to their rank. This year's big rule has not changed much, except that King Jing won an extra round silver armor after receiving the same annual gift as the other princes. However, his recent performance has been very good, and the reward is different from the generous amount of pearls earned by the King of Honor, so it has not attracted any particular attention.

On that evening, Xian 'an Palace arranged an annual feast. The Emperor first went to Ci 'an Palace to ask the Empress for peace, then went back to the Palace to drink with the princess, the prince and the kinsmen and guard the age, and sent some of the dishes from the feast to the important ministry. It has always been a great grace to the ministers of the dynasty to receive dishes from the emperor on New Year's Eve, and it is generally not the privilege of the Saints to receive dishes from them.

No one could have imagined that the annual blessing of "vegetables” could have triggered a number of events.

New Year's Eve,, firecracker bustle, flower paper, home age guard, city lights. Though lively, unlike the New Year's Eve Light Festival, everyone stays at home and reunites with their loved ones. There is virtually no pedestrian trace except for the children in the alley who put small firecrackers at their doorstep.

The inner inmates of Miyagi City, dressed in yellow shirts, drove out in teams of five, raced horses on the streets of the deserted city, and rushed to the popular destinations scattered across the Imperial City.

In addition to an inmate with a food box in the middle, four of his companions around the front and back held bright palace glass lamps and shook large red lanterns on both sides of the main road surrounding Miyagi. But compared to the impenetrable light of day, these night-time lights cannot in any way illuminate every dark corner, and the high walls of Miyagi, which sank down, remain a great shadow of darkness.

The shock comes from these dark, fast, shadowy cyclones, and even the victims themselves do not see exactly when that deadly cold light flashes and quietly retreats.

Weight falls, the ride still runs forward, the blood turns cold in the winter night, and the faint screams are masked by the constant “crackling” of firecrackers, which no one hears.

The brilliant fireworks rose in the air. At midnight, at the turn of the New Year, even the officers and soldiers of the night stopped and looked up at the blooming beauty of the night sky. The firecrackers of the whole city were boiling and were about to reach their highest point.

With a long incense, Mae Changsu personally lit the biggest fireworks left for him by a stream of flying lights. A flaming flame was drawn in the dark screen, heading straight into the darkness of the night and bursting into a flowing cloud waterfall that was almost half as bright as the sky.

“New Year's Eve! New Year's Eve!” The noise of the Su Dynasty was loud and loud, and even the traditionally steady Le Platforms didn't know where to get a trivial one from. It blew joyfully. Several of the young guards started banging drums and running around the yard.

“Or you should play this and play this. If you play the piano, the scenery will be destroyed.” Mae Changsu smiled and turned back to sit in a soft chair in the hallway. She slowly peeled off some chestnuts and continued to watch the fireworks all over the sky.

At midnight, the clock leak finally flipped, the whole courtyard had gathered up and down, even Aunt Ji threw away the big spoon of the kitchen and walked out. Everyone went from Li Lan to worship in front of their homeowners one by one, and received a heavy red envelope. Most of them were close guards with Mae Chang Su for many years, but there were also two or three who had never been in the capital to grab anything directly in the hands of the homeowners. They couldn't speak out with excitement, and were mocked by their predecessors rubbing their heads for a while. Everyone was in a group, so happy.

According to the habit developed in Langzhou, the flying stream came at the end (because he was the youngest), kicked off the prayer carpet, and knelt directly on the brick floor, shouting: “Bye! ”

“Be good this year!” Mae Chang Su said with a smile and took a red envelope and put it in his hand. Flight Stream didn't know what was good about this red pack, but he knew that everyone was so happy with it every year, so he also showed a smile.

At the end of the worship year, Mae Changsu got up in front of Dr. Yang. He also congratulated him. The doctor seemed still angry with him and bandaged his face. However, he could not bandage the mood of the new year. Finally, he smiled with his beard and patted it on Mae Changsu's shoulder. "Don't just say other people, you should be good this year! ”

“Yes.” Mae Chang-su smiled and turned to the courtyard. Everyone had long since worshipped me and worshipped you in a mess.

“Dumplings! Guys, come here!” Aunt Ji summoned in front of the courtyard and the crowd immediately poured towards her. Dr. Mei Chang Sura's arm and the three of them advanced indoors together. A few large tables had already been assembled here. There were plenty of fruit and wine dishes on them. A plate of hot dumplings was served on the table, smelling white and full of fragrance.

Aunt Ji prepared a small dish of fine ginger and vinegar for everyone to dip in, but the lads threw the dishes away and held a large bowl in one hand. They opened their eyes and replaced it with a large bowl.

“Looks like it's just the two of us old Sven,” Mae Chang-su whispered a joke to Dr. Yang. He was pointed in the waist and gasped for a while. He picked up the chopsticks and smudged them on the plate first. Everyone just pounded on them. Soon, they took the first round of dumplings clean.

“Rob what? Where's the baby?” Aunt Ji scolded, but the dumplings made by her eyes were so popular, her eyes had long laughed into a stitch, and she directly brought in the newly cooked second round of dumplings with a pan to fill the empty plate. A large two-foot diameter iron pot filled with hot boiling water and raw dumplings. She didn't bother to bring them with her bare hands. It would be amazing to close her mouth on another occasion. At this time, no one in the room looked at her more. Everyone's eyes were filled with dumplings. During the robbery, someone held chopsticks and even used swordsmanship.

“Fortunately, they also know to take care of the elderly.” Dr. Yan looked at the group like wolves and shook his head with a smile. He and Mae Chang-su both put a plate of dumplings in front of each other without having to join the regiment. But looking at it like this, it's like the other pots on the table seem a little more fragrant.

“Come on, fly over and eat this.” Mae Changsu pinched a bowl from his plate and put it in a flying bowl. Although the teenager snatched it up, it was unfortunately hot. He ate it slowly. Two rounds of dumplings came down, and he had not eaten ten yet. Now it is the twenty-three rounds of the gap period. He can only stare at the empty plate and be stunned. He can't help but look at it.

“The palace is not hot anymore, flying, swallowing!” Gibbs squints his eyes and begs.

The flying stream actually took the bowl and gently pulled it, throwing the whole dumpling into his mouth, just chewed it, his eyes suddenly stretched out a circle, twitched his mouth a few times, spit out an oily copper coin, smashed crisp on the table.

Indoors burst into laughter, so many hands stretched out to the flying stream to touch him, noisy: “Blessed! Good luck! ”

The teenager didn't know what was going on, his instinct flashed, and he went to the beam, causing a chaos immediately. Even Aunt Ji's third pot of dumplings could not be put to rest on the table. However, in the not wide room, so many people fisted and squeezed, nobody broke any utensils, and nobody was able to successfully grab a piece of flying clothes corner. Finally, Mae Chang-su reached out and called the teenager back to his side. He held his hand and asked everyone to touch it before it was a truce.

“Want to touch it?” Flying is like learning a new rule, full of surprises.

“Yeah, we ate this copper money, and that's the luckiest guy of the year, and that's why everybody wants to touch you. ”

The stream twisted its head and thought, "None! ”

In the house, only Mae Chang-su knew what he was talking about. He laughed twice: "Last year it was Sunrise's brother who threw up copper money. You didn't touch it, did you? ”

“Yeah!”

“That's Brother Chen's fault. Next time we see him, we'll fly over and touch him!” Mae Changsu seriously advised that there were people in the house who knew Yan Chen who had fallen on the ground laughing with their stomachs.

Flight thought about it for a moment and shook his head with a chill. “No! ”

“Eat dumplings, it's getting cold!” Aunt Ji beat up some of the young people beside her and drove everyone back to the table. She replaced the new hot dumplings on Mae Chang-su's plate and persuaded him: “Lord, eat two more. ”

“Almost," Dr. Yan stopped, “Aunt Ji, go and fetch the ginseng porridge. After drinking the porridge, go to sleep. Even though it's New Year's Eve, don't stay too late. ”

Mae Changsu was also a little tired, smiled and responded. After drinking a bowl of hot porridge slowly, she went back to her room to wash and rest. It was in the middle of the night, but the hustle and bustle continued in the capital, and no one noticed that the sky began to float again with sporadic snow grains.

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