Clayton Xie's Enchanted Feast Chapter 7

Clayton Xie is a psychopath, at least in the eyes of outsiders. His logic is always difficult to figure out. As if someone was talking nonsense to his face, Clayton Xie's reaction was to laugh suddenly, a very heartless laugh, thinking that it sounded very interesting. Although he was a little startled and hasty, it completely relieved Dalton Qian's heart.

Dalton Qian thought to himself, it seemed that the rumors were really not credible. At least the Prince Xie he knew was not that difficult to take care of. He was really big-hearted, and it seemed that there were very few things that he could care about.

From now on, I can feel free to inquire as a baggage. This is Dalton Qian's final decision.

Back to the topic. Naturally, the top priority of the Hungry Ghost Festival cannot be mutton, but ---

---Invite the ghost to go home.

When worshiping ancestors, you must first invite the ancestors back before you can offer sacrifices to them, and then send them away, right? Anyway, this is how Clayton Xie understood it, and he felt that there was nothing wrong with him.

Ever since, Clayton Xie had an idea.

The four sons were tall and tall men, but they couldn't help but tremble when Clayton Xie said, "I have an idea." They held their strong selves in their hearts, seeking comfort and warmth from each other.

Dalton Qian was very disgusted and looked down upon their cowardly appearance which was completely different from the tough guys.

Dalton Qian actively asked the prince: "What are you going to do?"

Clayton Xie touched his chin, looking like a knight-errant, and spoke two words from his golden mouth and jade teeth: "Calling Souls!"

Clayton Xie thought about it. Since he couldn't go back to his hometown this year, he could secretly invite his cousin and his father back. Is this logic consistent and well-founded? He is so smart! He was not greedy, so he deliberately left his uncle, maternal grandfather, Tai-zu, and ancestors for his brother-in-law to use when he returned to his hometown to worship his ancestors.

Dalton Qian: ...

"Don't worship me too much. It's natural. There's nothing you can do about it." Clayton Xie waved his hand. No matter what the people around him think, anyway, the matter of "inviting ghosts home" has become a foregone conclusion for Clayton Xie, and no refutation is allowed.

The Fourth Son must have never been involved in the Feng Shui industry before, but their work intensity has always been to face difficulties. They have already built a body of steel and iron. They are shivering and shivering, but they are still very efficient when they really work. . Not long after, through the unremitting efforts of Si Shengzi and Si Si Liu Bureau, they really found a basis for Clayton Xie to invite his ancestors back home from a corner of Jiangzuo's traditional folk customs.

Perfect!

According to this old tradition, sacrifices on the Hungry Ghost Festival are divided into those for the new dead and the old dead. Those like Clayton Xie's cousin Emperor Wen who died within the past three years are called newly deceased people; those like Clayton Xie's father who has already reached bliss for several years are called old dead people.

The time for the newly deceased and the old deceased to return home is different, so they have to offer sacrifices separately. In short, it is appropriate to be very particular about it. It just so happens that the Ghost Festival of Daqi is generally a seven-day long holiday. This rule of separate sacrifices helped Clayton Xie find enough things to do and not be too happy.

Dalton Qian cursed, no wonder the antique shops that Prince Xie had invested in before were all lost. If he doesn't do his job all day long, he can only rely on pie-in-the-sky pie to make money, okay?

No, it seemed like a pie really fell from the sky, and it happened to hit Prince Xie in the mouth.

Xie San'er was a little unhappy after hearing what Dalton Qian said, and retorted sternly: "Our husband's main job is to eat, drink and have fun, his side job is to be a master at home, and his hobbies are what make money. Although the development of hobbies, uh, is not very Ideal. But how good is Lang Jun's business? Go and ask Quan Daqi. Is there any other government official who can play better than our Lang Jun? Can you write a book about "How I Am?" "Enjoy Life" book?

Dalton Qian: ...What are you proud of?

Inviting my cousin to go home, no, it was the day to worship my cousin. The wind was sunny and the autumn air was crisp.

Clayton Xie specially put on a pure sweatshirt, which was quite a sign of mourning. He was carried to the yard by the fourth son. Although he could actually walk two steps without any problems, he couldn't go too far to avoid getting into trouble. As was the custom on this day, he was carried directly.

In the courtyard, a four-year-old official chair has been set up for Clayton Xie to sit on. This is the most suitable chair style for Clayton Xie in Daqi. It has a backrest and armrests. Most of the other chairs are more retro. Sitting with the feet hanging high has become popular in Daqi, but it is still difficult to get rid of the influence of sitting on the floor and kneeling in the previous dynasties in terms of style.

Dalton Qian stood on Clayton Xie's right hand side, ready to treat Prince Xie at any time. By the way, he could finally take a good look at the courtyard of Xie's mansion. It's a bit incredible to say that he has lived in Xie's Mansion with his master for almost two months, and he still doesn't understand the specific structure of this deep mansion.

The house elder is always a little too guarded against outsiders and won't let them move around easily, which is a challenge to the heavily guarded Ouchi.

Because of this, only today did Dalton Qian see the original appearance of Xie's backyard. The courtyard covers an area very far north, giving it a domineering and aggressive feel, but the inside of the courtyard is a typical waterside garden, meticulously crafted and with winding corridors. The man-made miniature natural landscape cleverly divides the huge house into countless areas, such as bamboo forest, plum terrace, pavilion and water pavilion. Not to mention that there will definitely be leaning against rockeries, facing thin water, ledges across caves, as well as jade inlays and carved railings and delicate potted plants. No matter what kind of layman the husband of the Xie Mansion is in essence, one thing is certain, others will never be able to tell his true nature from the place where he lives. There are only freehand blanks and natural carvings.

Under the mottled shade of trees, there are occasional tired birds flying in fright, which is poetic and picturesque.

But in Clayton Xie's eyes, there is only the incense table not far in front of the chair. It has a mahogany base, a golden edge, and is painted all over. The texture is complex, but it still retains the freshness and elegance of Daqi's traditional furniture style. On the table were all the supplies needed for the sacrifice, including incense sticks, fruits and snacks, and most importantly, his cousin's tablet.

This tablet was made by Clayton Xie himself in private. It is not certain whether it is legal or not, but Clayton Xie was confident that no matter which emperor was in power, he would not pursue the matter. He privately engraved his cousin's rank, just to keep in mind. The words engraved were not as fancy as the long list in the imperial mausoleum. They were just these five characters: "My brother heard about it and benefited from it." It was concise and clear, and went straight to the essence.

The four sons, wearing immortal cave robes and each holding a magic weapon, stood at the four corners of the altar and started the ceremony according to the quick formula that was completed in three days. They closed their eyes tightly and muttered something, accompanied by the lingering scent of faucet, and what they did seemed to be just a matter of time, at least solemn and solemn, serious and rigorous.

Clayton Xie looked at the tablets in trance, as if he had really seen Emperor Wen again, with his beautiful appearance and moonlight charm, outstanding. He stepped out of the smoke, just like the way he looked when he was a child and was ordered to pick up Xie to intervene in the palace. Even if she doesn't smile, she is still gentle.

Emperor Wen, just like his name, was full of losses and modest gains. He was a truly modest gentleman. He is kind, pure, filial, and talented in literature. The most important thing is that he is a courteous and virtuous corporal. He is simply carved in the mold of Mingjun. Otherwise his posthumous title would not be Wen. No shortcomings except dying too young.

Comparing it with Maxwell who is now on the throne, Emperor Wen is about to become the cinnabar mole of Quan Daqi. Therefore, on the day when the newly deceased returned home, it was not only Clayton Xie who was recruiting his brother, but also others.

In Jiangzuo City alone, there were not many people worshiping Emperor Wen privately. In addition, this year was the first Ghost Festival after Emperor Wen's funeral. Every house paid great attention to this, and even many small merchants and hawkers paid special attention to it. Breaking the tradition of the night market, he closed the stall early and stopped working, and went home spontaneously to worship Emperor Wen.

But among these people, Clayton Xie still has an inexplicable confidence that his cousin will only come to him, because only the things he prepares are what his cousin really likes.

Clayton Xie was creative and made some more manuscripts of ancient books and rubbings of ancient paintings for his cousin to burn.

Compared to the well-known Emperor Wen who was elevated to the altar, the cousin Clayton Xie learned was more like a literary young man with nowhere to show his artistic talent. He was always thinking about some magical things, such as giving gifts to his aunt. Giving a unique title is like after becoming an emperor, people of the same generation will change their names because they want to avoid the taboo of the emperor's name. After him, whoever decides to become emperor, the first thing to do is to change their own name.

It's easier to change one person than to have the entire clan change, isn't it? This is what my cousin told Clayton Xie.

"Just be happy. After all, you want to be a good emperor." Clayton Xie replied.

Literary young people always have a little too idealistic passion, and Emperor Wen was not exempt from this. His passion was not youthful rebellion, but a more dangerous personal conquest.

And probably good people are never rewarded. Once Emperor Wen left, he never came back.

People in the past rode on cranes, people here ride on the wind, and they never fall asleep again.

Clayton Xie suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and he could see clearly. He thought, in fact, he would rather his cousin was a bad emperor, whether he was debauched or immoral, greedy for life and afraid of death. At least in that case, his cousin could still sit peacefully on the dragon throne and be respected by thousands of people. , instead of offering sacrifices to the whole city, he received an understatement of "what a pity" from the king of the enemy country.

But Clayton Xie didn't have the final say in this matter. Only the famous officials and scholars who taught his brother to become a saint had the final say.

Until bedtime, Clayton Xie, who was allowed to drink a little more in the cup before being helped back to the room, was still mumbling: "I want to raise the price, I want to raise the price to death, those old people, such old men." No one will be spared! If anyone dares to say so, get out of here! No!"

The old man and the fourth son looked at each other and had a tacit understanding in their hearts. Since the death of Emperor Wen, Clayton Xie was bound to go crazy sooner or later. After a few months of delay, the evil fire in his heart finally came out. It's better to let it out than to hold it back.

"Yes, yes, my old servant will send someone to tell you tomorrow."

"The price will definitely increase!"

"Raise the price severely!"

"It's so scary!"

Xie Xiaosi had nothing to say, so he could only clenched his fists to increase his momentum.

Although the people who served Clayton Xie to sleep were all trying to comfort him, everyone, including Clayton Xie, knew very well that Emperor Wen's death was painful for Da Qi, but it was not anyone's fault.