Xie Changyan breathed a sigh of relief and asked Shang Qingque while tasting Posa wine: "What are the three treasures in Yujing?"

"Your Majesty's Butterfly, Helang's Joy."

Xie Changyan was stunned: "What, what? What's the senior brother?"

Shang Qingque hesitated for a moment before answering: "My husband once said that since his name is Feng Xiaoya, he must be proficient in musical rules to avoid insulting this name. Outside the western wall of the grass and wood, there is a landscape called 'Tingfeng Ji'."

"What's the meaning?"

"It's just a gathering where Feng Xiaoya plays music. Some people usually squat there for nothing, and occasionally their husbands rise up and play within the wall, and they can hear it outside the wall."

Xie Changyan laughed "puffed".

"Your Majesty's butterfly is invisible, and Helang's joy can be heard occasionally, but Young Master Dongmei's wine can be drunk even by ordinary people."

Xie Changyan Qi said: "Why?"

"He disclosed the recipe for brewing wine, which can be brewed by everyone, and it tastes the same. However, the pot we want was brewed by him and has different meanings."

After hearing this, Xie Changyan felt that he had a lot of fun when he drank this wine again. It seemed that this young master Dongmei was really a wonderful person. However, the more wonderful thing was his senior brother.

"But I have never heard my senior brother play. I must ask for the previous one when I see you next time." Xie Changyan was full of expectations.

Shang Qingque showed that hesitation again, and looked at her meaningfully: "Why don't you... ask Your Majesty's butterfly?"

Xie Changyan was stunned, and then he was very excited. As the future queen, when he heard about the three treasures of Yujing, what he was most interested in was not the treasure of his future husband. This is also...

"That...ahha, don't you also say that Your Majesty's butterfly is invisible..." She smiled awkwardly.

Shang Qingque said leisurely: "Others cannot see it, but the girl has a chance."

Xie Changyan lowered his eyelashes and stroked the patterns on the wine glass, and he didn't want to talk further.

Zheng suddenly bowed over and patted her hand, and smiled and said, "It's all my fault. You're so weak that you're embarrassed to ask Your Majesty about it. Since Mr. He invited Mrs. Shang to accompany you, he would like to ask her more questions."

Xie Changyan was stunned and looked at Zheng, who gave her a look.

Xie Changyan immediately showed a shy look and said coquettishly in cooperation: "Mom..."

Seeing this, Shang Qingque smiled and stopped talking. There was a sound of gongs and drums below, and everyone was excited.

Shang Qingque said: "The grass fighting has begun."

After saying that, a dancer walked towards this side with a huge silver plate. He walked to the desk, knelt down and raised the silver plate over his head.

Shang Qingque signaled Xie Changyan to take out the gray grass and put it on the silver plate.

After the dancer got the grass, he held the silver plate and went to another table. Everyone took out the grass and placed it on it.

Shang Qingque introduced: "For justice, the plants and trees are unified and the competition is passed on by two people, and the elimination system is adopted."

"What if the two cheat?"

"If the master of Cao is dissatisfied with the result of fighting, he can ask to go to the court for one in person. However, each person is only allowed to be given once."

"If two grasses meet, one has competed several times, and the other has only competed one time, wouldn't it be unfair to have such a duel?"

"All duels are between the same numbers."

Xie Changyan rolled his eyes: "I have no problem with everything so well."

The two continued to look down.

Two boys, eight or nine years old, were led to an empty mat in the middle by the dancer. They sat opposite each other, each with a large copper pot with two ears next to them, and someone else prepared a pen and ink to record it. The drum sound stopped, and the atmosphere suddenly became very tense.

The dancer handed the grass to the second boy in turn, and the boy began to fight the grass.

With a "bang", an arrow flew through the air to one of the copper pots. Before they could enter, they hit the ears of the pots and made a crisp sound.

Immediately afterwards, people threw arrows into the pot one after another, and the sound of "pa" was endless.

The two boys were twisting the blades of grass in their hands amid the sound of a collision, turning a deaf ear to it.

Xie Changyan said in surprise: "Is this... combining throwing pots and fighting grass together?"

"Yes. Since the development of Doucao Yiyi, it has not only become more tougher than whose grass, but also the game between Doucao Masters."

"Mr. Fighting the Grass?"

"Yes. These two boys are the fighting maker this year. Girls should not underestimate them. Although they are young, they are all experienced in battle. This mere sound of arrows cannot interfere with them. After the competition, there will be rewards for whoever has more arrows in the pot."

"Anyone can throw an arrow?"

"Arrows are pricey and need to be purchased by the investor. A white-feathered arrow costs one per cent, a blue-feathered arrow ten per cent, and a red-feathered arrow one hundred per cent. If you like any of the fighting grass masters, throw the arrow into his pot, which is considered a reward for him."

Xie Changyan was amazed.

As the grass broke and broke, the arrows in the copper pot beside the two men became more and more. Soon, it was Xie Changyan's turn to hand it into the hands of the boy on the left.

While Xie Changyan was watching with anticipation, a dancer came to her with a gun.

Xie Changyan said: "No, I don't need..."

The dancer said: "This was bought by a young man and said he would give it to the girl to play with it."

Xie Changyan was stunned: "Little Young Master?"

The maiden pursed her lips and looked at somewhere with a smile. Xie Changyan looked over her gaze and saw half of Ruyi's face protruding from behind a tree. The two of them looked at each other, and Ruyi snorted coldly and retracted her head back to the back of the tree.

Xie Changyan couldn't help but feel happy. When he took the quiver, he felt a tsk in his heart. There were ten arrows in the barrel, all of which were red. This one was thrown over, and it was a huge sum of money.

She put the quiver next to her knees and continued to look at the foeter.

The two grasses had crossed into a cross, and the two boys began to sway. The sound of throwing pots beside them was endless, but Xie Changyan never moved.

Shang Qingque couldn't help but look at her curiously, and saw that she was very interested in her eyes, but her hands were placed on her knees in a regular manner without moving at all.

After about three breaths, the winner was decided, and the boy on the left won.

Xie Changyan suddenly raised his hand and called the dancer who sent an arrow to come over. After whispering a few words to her, the dancer showed surprise on his face, and then walked towards the fighter.

"Miss Xie ordered me to retrieve her grass."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone suddenly became quiet again.

The boy on the left reluctantly handed the gray grass to the dancer, who brought it back to Xie Changyan. Xie Changyan picked it up and lit it on the candle, causing a sucking sound.

"Why are girls..." Shang Qingque said in surprise.

Xie Changyan burned the grass, brushed his sleeves and stood up, smiled at everyone, and said, "I have seen Daughter's Day, and I am tired, so I will leave today. Let's play slowly."

Zheng followed his daughter to get up, and Shang Qingque had no choice but to get up.

Xie Changyan took a few steps and stopped: "Oh, by the way." She picked the ginger flower on her head and threw it into the stream beside her, "I would like to use this flower to add interest to you."

After saying that, Xie Changyan went down the mountain.

She walked past everyone, always holding her head up, smiling, and her red skirt was like flames, making people involuntarily retreat.

Everyone watched her leave and looked at each other. On the top of the mountain, there was a quiet area.

The sound of wheels in the carriage is "squeaking".

The carriage was very quiet.

Xie Changyan lowered his head and looked at the wound on his fingers that had been scratched by gray grass before. After pondering for a while, he raised his head and looked at Shang Qingque: "Sister Shang is full of words and wants to ask?"

"I dare not. Girls do this, you will make sense."

"Since that's the case, please ask Sister Shang to go back and bring a message to your senior brother. I want to see him tomorrow, so please be sure to come."

Shang Qingque's eyes flashed and he answered the word "yes".

Ruyi's carriage sent Xie Changyan to Zhizhiju and left with Shang Qingque.

Xie Changyan helped Zheng slowly walk towards the bedroom. The shadows of trees swayed along the way and the cool breeze blew. Xie Changyan sighed softly.

"Mom, why don't you talk?"

"My son is tired."

Xie Changyan paused slightly and his voice was low: "Yes... so tired."

Zheng looked at her lovingly: "Although Shang Qingque's words are suspected of being tempted, it may not be a heart that harms you."

"I may have thought too much, but I have to think too much. Uncle Fifth said that when playing chess, I am not afraid of thinking too much, but I am afraid of not thinking too much." Xie Changyan looked around the pavilions, water pavilions, trees in the Yao gardens, and the moon shadows were dark, like a large chessboard with flowers. She was trapped in it, but she saw a surging tide.

"I seem to... understand my senior brother a little, no, or rather, understand Your Majesty's intentions." Looking at Zhizhiju in the moonlit night, Xie Changyan murmured.

The green bamboo quiver was placed on the desk.

The red feathers on the arrows in the barrel were blown up by the wind.

Xie Changyan stretched out his hand, touched it one after another, and then looked at the monk standing bell ornaments.

The ornaments have been repaired. The monk raised his arm and looked at the bronze bell in front of him with a focused look on his face. He just waited for the hourglass to run out and touched the mechanism so that he could hit him.

"He" was waiting. Xie Changyan was waiting.

The sunlight moved from one end to the other end of the book desk. Xie Changyan became a little upset. She walked back and forth in the room several times, and took the book and read it.

Just then, a sound came from outside the door.

Xie Changyan rushed over happily and opened the study door, but Meng Buli stood outside the door.
To be continued...