Chapter 653: Small year

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read2();　　 The twenty-fourth of the twelfth lunar month, the Great Xia Xiaonian, is also known as the Jiao Nian Festival, where the people of the human race sacrifice to the stove.
Stoves, making stoves, creating food, folk sacrifice stoves, originated from the custom of worshiping fire by the ancients. After all, flames are a symbol of human evolution. Fire is used to cook food and heat with fire. Therefore, this is what we are grateful for. Section.
However, Daxia has a wide area, and all the 30 states have different dates for this small year. It is roughly between the 23rd, 4th, and 5th of the twelfth lunar month, and the city of Shenjing in the northwest, and the lord of Daxia Zhao family , It was chosen on this twenty-four day.
The New Year’s Day can be described as the most solemn festival before the New Year’s Day. Therefore, the city of Shenjing is very lively today. Whether rich or poor, they are busy selling meat, wine, fruit, and some gold and silver paper for sacrifice. The first city on the vast land of China, the taste of the year suddenly became rich.
In the middle of the morning, the wide carriage that had stopped at the gate of Sitian Tower set off again and headed towards the Dongjiao Road Palace. When passing by the bitter tea courtyard where he had lived for a while, Zhao Yu specially asked Liang Po to stop. For a moment, he lifted the curtains and stared at the courtyard gate which had hardly changed.
　　 "Your Majesty, are you going to have a look in the yard?"
　　 As soon as the sound of the questioning fell, Zhao Yu shook his head, lowered the curtain, and then said:
　　 "No need, go directly to Master Wen's house!"
Then the carriage moved forward again, perhaps because of good luck. After it drove through the yard next door, Chu Yanyan, who was still pretty without powder, returned with her mother purchasing food from the outside, and then the girl watched the gradually disappearing into the street. The carriage felt a pain in the heart for no reason, as if something important was missing.
　　 After the Sitian Pagoda came out, Huang Ting, the great master who had always been fascinated by ghosts, disappeared directly. In this large carriage, he and Liang Po were left, as well as a young superintendent of the Tianjian who was responsible for driving the carriage.
　　 Inside the carriage, as if thinking of something, Zhao Yu raised his head and asked gently:
　　 "How is Bai Zhining's situation now?"
"His Majesty, at this time she is fusing the Taboo Dao Soul, but because the original Dao Soul is stripped, the difficulty will increase a lot, and Kiuki, who is also in the small world of the floating island, is inseparable. Guarding."
　　 "Bai Zhining is a born taboo who has only met in countless years. He has a solid foundation and should be fine."
　　 Zhao Yu raised the tea cup in front of him, took a sip of bitter tea, woke up and drank Xuantian wine, a little dizzy head, then continued to speak:
　　 "If Bai Zhining finishes fusion before Yuanri Festival, I will take her and Ruyue to the Baidi Palace. I don't want the New Year's Eve dinner in the palace to be too deserted."
　　 "No!"
The house where the former prince Tai Fu Wenyu lived at this time was near the Dao Palace. Originally, the Baidi Palace was given to the old man by a mansion in Zizhu Lane, but the old man had no children, only his two daughters were married. Because he lectured at Dao Palace and Da Xia Palace all the year round, for convenience, he lived directly near the eastern suburbs.
Earlier, people from Sitianjian came to inform us that at noon today, the Holy Spirit will come to pay a New Year's greetings. Therefore, this ruddy-faced old man put on a grand brocade dress and waited at the gate of the mansion. The two daughters also rushed with their husband and children, after all, this represents the holy servant Longen.
　　 Then, under the gaze of a pair of surprised eyes, a car without any guards, like an ordinary people's carriage, slowly stopped in front of the house, and then a young man stepped out gently.
　　 The face is like a crown jade, unparalleled in the world.
　　 Former prince and grandfather Wenyu first knelt down to greet him, and then knelt down in front of the house. Even the people not far away who heard the movement came to see the lively, also hurriedly knelt down, feeling excited.
　　 Zhao Yu stepped forward quickly, lifted up Wen Yu with white beard and hair, and said:
"Master, you are old, after all, you have waited for so long in the cold wind, and you can eat the bones of your body. From now on, you can wait for me to come here in the mansion. You see that I have a private visit today, only as a junior. Come to call the New Year."
　　The old lady Fu Wenyu showed a smile, stretched out her hand and said with a smile:
　　 "Master of Heaven and Earth, you can't lose this courtesy, please come in."
Afterwards, surrounded by the staff of Wen's mansion, Zhao Yu and Liang Po stepped into the extremely simple mansion. Although Taifu Wen's house is not small in size, the interior is just like an ordinary peasant family. A well, several rows of fences, and a private plot for growing vegetables, on which there are even a few stocked poultry flapping their wings.
　　 "Master, I know that you don't like yellow and white things, so when I came here, I asked Liang Po to take some bacon carefully marinated in the palace. It was a New Year greeting."
　　 On the path in the yard, Zhao Yu's young and steady emperor's voice sounded softly, and then the old man stroked the white beard on his chest, laughed to the sky, and responded with a loud voice:
　　 "The old man thanked your Majesty Ron."
　　 After speaking, the old lady Fu stretched out her finger, pointed at the fattest rooster in the yard, and spoke softly to the daughter behind:
　　 "Today, the Holy Spirit comes, boil the biggest rooster, and make a nourishing chicken soup."
　　 Old lady Wen has always been known for frugality in her life, so there are also very few objects in the middle of the house, just a wooden table and a few futons. Then Zhao Yu and the old man sat on the futons.
　　 The old man Wen Yu called a middle-aged woman over and whispered in her ear. Then the woman nodded and left. The old man looked at the slightly tired young emperor opposite, and said softly:
　　 "This year is approaching. Your Majesty must have been very busy these days. Today, I am here in the old man. Let's not talk about political affairs. Your Majesty can take a good rest."
　　 "Master laughed."
　　 Zhao Yu raised his hand and bowed forward, and then the old lady Fu Wenyu returned the gift, and only listened to the voice of the young emperor continuing to ring in his ears:
　　 "I'm here this time, in addition to specially coming to pay a New Year's Eve, I also invite Master you to go to the White Emperor Palace on New Year's Eve to have a New Year's Eve dinner together."
As soon as the Di Yin fell, the middle-aged woman who had retired before stepped in again, holding a bowl of soup in her hand, and sitting on it respectfully, then the old lady Fu stretched out her hand and gently pushed the bowl of soup to Zhao Yu In front of him, he said kindly:
　　 "Just before the house, I smelled the strong smell of alcohol on your Majesty's body. Drink a bowl of sober soup, otherwise it will be bad for your body."
　　 Then Wen Yu looked in front of him, Zhao Yu who was holding a bowl of soup, his eyes filled with love, and continued to speak:
　　 "Your Majesty, like your father, is afraid of loneliness and likes crowds of people. Therefore, the old man is flattered at his invitation, and naturally he has to agree. However, before this, the old man also hopes that his majesty will agree to one thing."
After 　　 finished speaking, Zhao Yu put down the hangover soup in his hand and looked at the old man in front of him with a questioning ebony. Then the latter stroked his white beard, and the vicissitudes of life continued to sound:
　　 "Since the old man has agreed to your majesty's invitation, your majesty will also agree to the old man to stay here at noon and have a casual meal."