"Yanzhou has been in constant war for many years. Either we attack them or they attack us. The only years of real stability have been in the past few years. It's not an exaggeration to say that every family has lost souls. Some bodies are buried nowhere. After every war, or on the birthdays of deceased relatives, someone will release Kongming lanterns to pray for their relatives. Do you understand?"
Wei Yang lowered her head in shame, sniffed, and said softly: "Uncle, let's go eat, okay? I'm hungry."
Xiaobai on the side couldn't help but cover his eyes with his paws. He couldn't bear to see his master being so cowardly.
Yan Gui naturally wouldn't argue with her, and stood up to catch the car. Wei Yang rushed over, grabbed his arm, and whispered, "My hair is messy."
She didn't know how to comb her hair, so when she first came here, she let her hair down in the carriage, and tied it up with a ribbon at the back. Later, when Konggu Youlan came, Konggu helped her comb her hair.
Today she had combed her hair flat and inserted a pearl hairpin, but when she woke up, the hairpin was gone and her hair was as messy as ink. Yan Gui's eyes slid down from her wet eyes, landing on her jade-like fingertips, and then a small section of her white wrist.
“Turn around.” Seeing that she obediently let go and turned around, Yan Gui knelt down, lowered his head, and gently gathered her long hair behind him.
Wei Yang reached out and took out a wooden comb from the small drawer beside the carriage and handed it to him. He took it and combed his hair slowly and carefully. While combing, he asked, "What did you use to wash your hair? It's so black and smooth?"
"This is the recipe my eldest sister brought from the palace. It's said to be a medicinal diet, and it can also nourish the body and beautify the skin..."
The two chatted while combing her hair. Wei Yang had revealed all the secrets of the recipes she knew without realizing it. Yan Gui passed a long ribbon through the back of her hair and tied a bow before he put down his hand.
By the time the two people's carriage arrived at the gate of Deyue Tower, it was already dark.
The moon in Yanzhou is no different from the moon in Beijing, except for the sky. During the day, Beijing is azure blue, while Yanzhou is vast. At night, Beijing is bright, while Yanzhou is cool.
The third floor of Deyue Tower, the tallest building in Tuocheng, has an entire floor of private rooms where Yan Gui and Wei Yang are sitting.
Crying really consumes energy. Weiyang ate very happily. The habit she developed since childhood prevented her from wolfing down her food, so she ate a little faster than usual.
Yan Gui scooped a bowl of mutton soup and handed it over: "Drink some mutton soup to warm your body."
"I drank it at noon." Wei Yang swallowed the vegetables in his mouth, raised his head and said seriously.
She is a foodie who never tires of fine food. When she is on the road, she will eat whatever Youlan and Xiongda cook. Once she has the conditions to be picky, she is unwilling to compromise.
"It's not as warm here in Yanzhou as in Beijing. Every family drinks mutton soup in winter. We are so poor that we have no choice but to pick up some mutton bones and make soup. Mutton is warm in nature, so it's better to drink more."
Yan Gui was about to say something, but when he saw Wei Yang had already picked up the porcelain bowl, he was about to pick up his chopsticks, but when he saw her put it to her mouth and took a sip, he frowned and put it down again: "It doesn't taste good." He reached out to take it in confusion, and Wei Yang just watched him bring the bowl of soup that she had taken a sip of over to her and drink it.
It’s not bad, but it’s indeed a little inferior to Zhangji.
"If it doesn't taste good, just don't drink it. I'll ask Ding Wu to go to Zhang's to buy some for you later." Yan Gui put down the bowl helplessly. He still could afford to pamper her.