MTL - Empress True Colors-Chapter 42 Shopping Adventures (1)

The moment Jing Hengbo woke up, his mind suddenly plunged into the terrifying black hole before he fainted, and he screamed before he opened his eyes in fright.

The screams were terrible, as if being killed.

Immediately, she realized that she was immediately hugged into a hug, and the man used a little clumsy gestures to pat her on the back to calm her down, just like patting a puppy.

Jing Hengbo's eyes turned white after being photographed, but his panicked mood gradually calmed down inexplicably. The breath on the nose is quite familiar, it is also clear, cold, and warm, which is a reassuring smell.

Opening her sleepy eyes that were a bit blurry, she first saw the light, an extremely bright light, and immediately felt at ease.

When she saw it clearly, her eyes widened again - what the fuck? The room was full of lights, and eighteen candles as thick as a child's arm were lit.

waste!

The person who patted her back sensed her sobriety, and immediately felt the very energetic eyes in her eyes after waking up, as if he had realized something, he immediately pushed her away quickly.

Jing Hengbo was pushed against the back of the bed. Fortunately, the back of the bed was covered with thick bedding, so it didn't hurt at all.

Who is this hot and cold bastard?

Jing Hengbo was thinking whether to thank this guy or scold him, the person beside the bed had already stood up, turned around and left without even looking at her. Jing Hengbo squinted his eyes to identify his back, opened his mouth wide in surprise, and quickly rubbed his eyes again.

That's right.

It was Gong Yin!

Jing Hengbo sat hugging the quilt, thought for a while seriously, and finally came to the conclusion that this strange phenomenon occurred.

This guy must have wanted to knock her unconscious just now, and then she saw her conscience and found out, so he didn't continue to kill her!

Then she thought desperately, why did she still fall into the clutches of Gong Yin after going around and around?

At this moment, she didn't have the strength to struggle anymore, her heart was beating short of breath, she was dizzy, and her whole body was weak.

This time I was really sick, half because of fright, and half because of the cold and humidity from walking in the jungle before.

Jing Hengbo buried himself in the quilt, lazily not wanting to move or think, my sister is already like this, what should I do?

As soon as the door rang, it was Gong Yin who entered, holding a steaming bowl in his hand.

Jing Hengbo thought in shock: It can't be poison, can it?

Looking at Gong Yin's walking posture again, hey, why did you turn around?

Gong Yin showed no expression, met her probing eyes, sat down beside her bed naturally, and pushed the bowl in front of her.

"Drink the medicine." He said.

Jing Hengbo rolled his eyes angrily, is there such a thing as serving a patient? Why did his noble and noble master come to serve her? Wouldn't it be good to let Sister Cui Jingyun come? She is comfortable and so is he.

"My hand hurts, I can't move."

Gong Yin's long eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he glanced at her with a disapproving expression, "You want me to feed you?"

"Ah, don't!" Jing Hengbo was frightened, and he didn't dare to take Joe again to prevent the nightmare from becoming a reality. He immediately sat down and brought the medicine over, gulped it down, and lit the bottom of the bowl as refreshingly as drinking, "Okay."

Putting down the medicine bowl, I thought the Great God should express his satisfaction, but it turned out that this guy seemed even more dissatisfied, and his face turned darker.

"Is it so scary to ask me to give medicine?" He asked.

Jing Hengbo was stunned for three seconds.

I have the urge to grind my teeth, thinking that when I wake up, the world has changed, I am sick, and Gong Yin is not normal anymore.

What do you think!

She stared at the medicine bowl, waiting for him to get out, Gong Yin stared at her, the two of them stalemate strangely for a while, it was Gong Yin who spoke.

"Don't you feel bitter?"

Jing Hengbo was taken aback for a moment, and then he noticed that this guy was holding a small plate in his hand, which actually contained plum candy.

Jing Hengbo blinked his eyes, and the feeling of weirdness in his heart became stronger.

Gong Yin's mind was squeezed by the door? Got struck by lightning? Crossed over? Reborn from a body by another soul?

The last one is very likely.

"They all said that after taking the medicine, they should want to eat something sweet." Gong Yin met her wretched gaze and explained with difficulty.

He thought of Jingyun's surprised eyes when he learned from her before, and his face became a little stiff.

The more Jing Hengbo watched, the more he felt that this guy must have been reborn!

"Okay, eat candy." She smiled happily, picked up a plum candy and ate it, and stuffed one into his mouth, "Hey, let's eat together."

Gong Yin froze all over.

The woman's fingertips had a faint scent of medicine, which also had the fragrance of her skin, and her nails were as smooth as a small jade. When she left, the nails seemed to scratch his lips, and he suddenly felt that his lips were slightly hot.

The plum candy is silently contained in the lips. It is the first time to encounter such a taste, sour and sweet, just like the mood at this moment.

His face suddenly changed slightly, and he realized that he seemed to have made too many exceptions recently.

Eating candy with her at this moment is even more absurd.

If at this moment in the wild where powerful enemies are everywhere, if she has already become the queen, if she has already contacted that group of people, if he is fulfilling the duties of the national teacher.

This candy will not be handed out, let alone enter his mouth.

Maybe it's been too long since he came out, leaving the seemingly peaceful and inwardly treacherous wilderness for too long, so long that even he lost his vigilance and made too many mistakes.

He slowly spit out the candy, and met Jing Hengbo's puzzled gaze.

"I don't eat these things." He said lightly, "You have a good rest."

Jing Hengbo was disappointed to find that Gong Dashen had not been reborn, and that annoying guy had returned.

The atmosphere between the two was suddenly a little awkward. She wanted to find something to say, but suddenly remembered something, and immediately patted the bedside and asked him: "Hey, by the way, what happened before? Who locked me in a dark room to harm me? You Have you caught that **** yet? Drag him here, I will **** him, kill him, **** him, kill him, **** him 10,000 times..."

Gong Yin's face froze.

Jing Hengbo gritted his teeth and vented the hatred in his heart, then raised his head, and said in astonishment, "What's wrong with you? You look so ugly? Did you get caught?"

Maybe it's because the master didn't catch the criminal, so he felt ashamed?

Gong Yin coughed and coughed again.

Jing Hengbo looked at him with interest, and felt that the expression on Gong Dashen's face at this moment was quite rich and wonderful, much more beautiful than the usual noble and glamorous.

Gong Yin finished coughing, as if afraid of her questioning, he suddenly reached out to help her tuck the corner of the quilt, the movement of tucking the corner of the quilt was very natural, from Jing Hengbo's angle, one could see the corners of his lips pursed lightly, thin and red, like a gentle peach blossom in spring The black eyebrows flew long to the temples, a bit sharp, but was neutralized by the gentleness in the eyes at the moment.

Jing Hengbo looked at him in shock, not knowing which muscle of his was wrongly wired.

However, just looking at his quiet face like this, she suddenly held her breath, only feeling inexplicably startled, she dared not speak, as if her voice would disturb the strange atmosphere flowing between the two of them at this moment.

As soon as she stopped breathing, he seemed to wake up suddenly, his hands stopped, and he stopped.

Immediately, his hand quickly retracted from her quilt, and when he spoke again, the tenderness just now dissipated like an illusion, and his voice was still so quiet and cold.

"Patients have to look like patients, what are you worrying about so much? Sleep with you."

Jing Hengbo grabbed the corner of the quilt, looked at him strangely, and murmured: "The expression on your face seems to be written with guilt?"

Gong Yin pulled up the corner of the quilt, covered her chattering mouth, glanced at the medicine bowl from the corner of her eyes, and seemed to be talking to herself: "You don't want to sleep? Then have another bowl!"

Jing Hengbo bit the corner of the quilt, unwilling to drink the medicine and unwilling to do so, he murmured: "You're doing all sorts of weird things today..."

Gong Yin seemed to want to stuff the bowl into her mouth, but also seemed to want to leave immediately, and seemed to be a little hesitant when he wanted to leave. Fortunately, the sound of the door sounded at this time, which rescued the entangled state of the great god.

Jing Hengbo raised his eyelids and glanced, but the first thing that came in was a tuft of red top hair.

Er Gouzi came to visit.

Jing Hengbo felt a little comforted in her heart, she would rather see Er Gouzi's beak than Gong Yin's weird face.

Er Gouzi looked around, walked a few steps furtively, and opened his mouth.

"Floating growth hates the lack of entertainment, and is willing to love Qianjin with a light smile..."

"Shut up, don't read poetry!" Jing Hengbo knew what the next sentence was, and immediately stopped Er Gouzi rudely.

Do you want to hear it say to yourself in front of Gong Yin, "Be a female satyr, don't control thousands of men and don't sleep?"

Er Gouzi closed his beak obediently, walked slowly in front of Jing Hengbo, looked at her with his head, and then looked around, making sure that Feifei was not there, and stretched out his claws to hook Jing Hengbo's neckline.

This is a habit that it and Jing Hengbo developed in the brothel. Jing Hengbo often teaches it to speak through the cage, and when Er Gouzi asks for something, he will reach out his claws to hook her low-cut neckline.

Er Gouzi used his eyeball-big brain capacity to think of such an action to awaken Jing Hengbo's intimacy, so as to pave the way for the next negotiation, but he ignored the cold gaze of the master of the state.

That gaze paused briefly on the low collar with texture, and then stretched forcefully along the thin paw, because Er Gouzi didn't realize that, the great god's thinking had already stopped planning to pull the paw off, Instead, he decided to bake the claws.

"Da Bo, Da Bo," Er Gouzi, who didn't know that the crisis was approaching, tugged on Jing Hengbo's neckline, and discussed with her eagerly, "Get rid of the cat! Get rid of the cat!"

Oh, I was afraid of being bullied by Feifei, so I came to do my best to survive.

Jing Hengbo looked at Er Gouzi anxiously with a smile on his face, as the saying goes, evil birds have their own evil cats.

A hand stretched out and grabbed Er Gouzi's crown unceremoniously. Ready to throw.

Er Gouzi was anxious, stretching out his paws to scratch desperately, but he couldn't reach Gong Yin's face, he habitually wanted to hook a certain low neckline, that hand flicked as if he had expected it, and his Lushan claw Bounce hard.

"Fuck your sister's pretense, **** your little boy!" Er Gouzi yelled angrily, and stretched out his paws to Jing Hengbo miserably, "Da Bo save me—"

"This..." Jing Hengbo tried to pretend to beg for mercy.

"Little boy? Pretending to be a criminal?" Gong Yin held Er Gouzi in his arms, and turned his cold eyes to Jing Hengbo.

Jing Hengbo let out an "uh" and reacted belatedly—Er Gouzi doesn't know how to create nouns, and these beautiful adjectives like "pretending to be an asshole" naturally came from her teachings.

Jing Hengbo let out a chuckle, retreated into the bed with a guilty conscience, and no longer tried to challenge the authority of the great god.

The Great God strolled out with the bird in his arms, and Er Gouzi desperately stretched out his claws to grab the doorpost, and yelled fiercely: "Fuck your sister's pretense, you dare to do this to Lord Dog, Lord Dog will tell Dabo that you are the one who locked her up!" black…"

"Hoo." Er Gouzi quickly disappeared in the hands of Gong Dashen.

Jing Hengbo stared blankly at the parabola where Ergou flew away, then looked at Gong Yin, and then pointed to Ergou, "It said...it seems to say..."

"It looks like you're all right, and you'll be on your way tomorrow." Gong Yin quickly cut her off, turned around and left, at an extremely fast speed, as if there was a ghost chasing after her.

Jing Hengbo was dumbfounded to see him disappearing faster than Ergou, and yelled for a long time.

"Nimma, why are you running so fast, at least tell me what's going on..."

…

It's a pity that she was destined not to get an answer, and until she was on the road, she couldn't see the honorable Master Guoshi.

Gong Yin also unreasonably ignored her illness and ordered to go on the road immediately. The reason was that the road had been delayed for too long, and the nobles and troops in the country might have been waiting in a hurry.

She was dragged into the carriage that day, but when Jing Hengbo saw the carriage specially prepared for returning home, he couldn't help but "wow" and his eyes dropped all over the floor.

The carriage looks like a small moving palace, with carved saddle wheels, engraved gold and jade inlaid, and the hanging crystal curtains are colorful and brilliant like neon under the sun. The deep red long-haired carpet inside can bury people, and there are actually separate areas for sitting up and sleeping, not to mention that all kinds of utensils are gorgeous and exquisite, as long as the eyes can see, there are gems everywhere.

Jing Hengbo's eyes were shining with the same color, and he rushed in immediately.

Meng Hu, the leader of the guards, was walking beside the carriage, listening to the rat-like gnawing sound coming from inside, Her Majesty was probably trying to gnaw off the gemstones on the plate.

Meng Hu listened very carefully, and will report to the national teacher one by one later.

Now Meng Hu's admiration for the wisdom of the national teacher has once again risen to a high level. Originally, according to his intention, the carriage would not be so gorgeous and gaudy. Dahuang produces gold and gemstones, and everyone is tired of looking at shiny things. Log color or tung oil varnish is popular in China now, and they pay attention to the beauty of returning to nature, but the national teacher cares that the carriage must be gorgeous and exquisite. More, the more you use it, the better the queen will be. Meng Hu sincerely admired—how does the national teacher know Her Majesty the Queen so well?

The carriage rolled forward, and for several days in a row, Jing Hengbo could not see Gong Yin, and the three female companions were all in the car, Jingyun was in charge of taking care of her, while Sister Cui and Yongxue silently fed Feifei and rarely came to her Come.

Jing Hengbo sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night, and sees Jingyun still sitting beside her in the darkness, the dim light illuminating her long and delicate eyelashes, the eyes under the eyelashes are moist and black, staring fixedly at an empty direction.

Her hands resting on the skirt of her clothes twisted slightly, like a white flower about to bloom, rustling in the night wind.

Sometimes she could also see the carefree Sister Cui, sitting on the shaft of the car, turning her head to stare in the direction of Dayan, her eyes covered by the wind-blown hair on her forehead.

Jing Hengbo knew that this was called sadness.

Getting closer to the wilderness and farther away from the homeland, everyone is full of infinite confusion about the unknown future.

She pursed her lips lightly in the dark.

It's all right, my friend.

Since you have followed me all the way, I naturally want to keep you.

Even if you try your best, you will be the enemy of everything.

…

Leaving Xikang and passing through Liuhua County, the last county on the northwestern border of Dayan, Jing Hengbo and his party finally officially left the land of Dayan and entered Xi'e, which is adjacent to Dayan.

According to Gong Yin's intention, he didn't want to cross the border of Xi'e, and would rather take a detour, but he has been out for too long, and after all, he was worried about the domestic situation, so he had to pass through Tiannan Prefecture of Xi'e, cross the Jiehu Grassland, cross the Yunlei Plateau, and return to the Great Wilderness.

Jing Hengbo welcomed this. It was desolate before, and it was also desolate afterwards. It was so easy to pass Baofan City in Tiannan Prefecture, which was said to be very prosperous.

It doesn't take much for the convoy to enter Baofan City, just pay the money. It is said that the King of Tiannan loves money like his life, and he has assigned high tax tasks to all the government agencies under his command, so that the soldiers guarding the city gate are also desperately exploiting them. Merchants, as long as they have enough money, they can bring Emperor Dayan in.

"Let's go shopping, let's go shopping." Jing Hengbo grabbed Gong Yin's sleeve after entering the city.

No one dared to visit if the Great God didn't speak.

Sure enough, the Great God ignored her, and said calmly: "I heard that Tiannan King, who is in charge of Baofan City, is tyrannical and shameless, and acts arrogantly. We just rest and have to hurry. In her territory, you should be quiet."

"No matter how arrogant she is, she is in her palace, and I'm walking around my street, what's hindering her?" Jing Hengbo was unconvinced, and stretched out two fingers, "It's only two hours of shopping, you send more guards to follow me, I promise Don't run, huh?"

Gong Yin gently pulled her fingers away, and brushed off her sleeves.

"One hour." One finger bent down.

Gong Yin turned to check the inn.

"Half an hour." Jing Hengbo was aggrieved.

Gong Yin chose a piece of dessert from the plate handed by the guard, handed it to her, and said, "Sweet. I'll take the medicine later."

Jing Hengbo understood what he meant, that you can shut up quickly, but the words "after taking the medicine" reminded her.

"Well, if you don't go, then don't go." She looked at Gong Yin's leaving back, and said sadly, "I am a puppet without freedom anyway, and others can treat me as they want. Bully me if they want to bully me, bully me if they want to Shut me up in a dark room, shut me up in a dark room, if you want to scare me, scare me..."

Gong Yin's back froze.

"...I was locked up in the dark, scared and sick all over, and I didn't know who did it in the end..."

Gong Yin stood still.

"But so what if you know who did it? It's not up to people to pinch it as they want, to reject it as they want, and they can't live a day when they want..." Jing Hengbo sniffed, looked up at the sky, ouch Damn, it feels a bit inappropriate to act in a bitter scene. Tears, are there any tears that touch the scene? Who borrowed a chili?

Gong Yin suddenly turned around and walked over.

Jing Hengbo was overjoyed, quickly lowered his face, shuffled his feet, and went inside, sobbing.

This back must be full of loss, grievance, sadness, helplessness, and wood!

The sleeve was grabbed, and Jing Hengbo looked up charmingly with tears at a forty-five-degree angle, and saw the Great God looking straight ahead, holding her sleeve, and said: "The nearby streets, half an hour."

"Okay!" Jing Hengbo immediately smiled like a flower, turned around and swayed and walked out. After walking for a while, he felt something was wrong, and when he turned his head - why did Gong Yin still follow?

Gong Yin still didn't look at her, but glanced over the crowd, and said indifferently: "I heard that there is a city in Baofan City, which is very special, I plan to go and have a look."

"Then let's go our separate ways." Jing Hengbo turned around immediately, she didn't want to look at the slaves, she wanted to visit the flower and bird market, the rouge and gouache shop, the tailor shop, and learn about the dressing styles of ancient women. If you think about it with your toes, you know that the master will definitely dislike the smell of makeup, the crowds in the store, and the smell of feces in the flower and bird market...so don't go with him.

After walking three steps, she saw the corner of the snow-white clothes out of the corner of her eyes, she stopped, turned around, and looked at him with her chin resting on her hand.

Facing her questioning and playful eyes, he seemed slightly embarrassed, his eyes slipped away like water, but his expression was still calm: "It seems that we are going the same way? Let's go together then."

Jing Hengbo curled her lips. She didn't believe that Renshi could go the same way as Flower and Bird Market, but she was always casual and didn't bother to expose the lies of the gods. What should I do if people become angry and don't let her visit?

"Yes, maybe we are going the same way." She rolled her eyes, smiled and came up to hold Gong Yin's arm, "So, let's go shopping together?"

Gong Yin looked down at the arm held by her, his expression and movements were a little stiff.

Jing Hengbo was afraid that he would be awkward and change his mind, so he dragged him forward, Gong Yin, who was caught off guard, almost staggered, wanted to hold her back, but finally hesitated, and was still pulled away by her.

With a flash of a figure, Meng Hu flashed out from behind the crowd, looking at the stiff master who was being dragged away, his eyes almost popped out.

After he finished, he sighed, as if he wanted to laugh, but he didn't laugh in the end, he just turned around and asked his subordinates: "Has our people come back?"

"Not yet, but there is news that Yelu Guoshi recently appeared in the territory of Xi'e, haunted Heishan near Heishui City, and our people have already chased him."

"Heishui City is on the west side of Baofan City, and it is close to Jiehu. Since Yeluqi has arrived there, he should not turn back. What's more, he was hunted all the way, had no chance to recuperate, and was seriously injured. In this case, the legend Follow the guards at the beginning of the letter, we must step up and try to kill Yeluqi outside the country."

"yes."

The guard who sent the letter disappeared into the crowd, Meng Hu loosened his shoulders slightly, recently he was ordered to command Gong Yin's guards, and carried out a counter-chasing and killing of the injured Yeluqi, on the one hand, he wanted to get rid of it once and for all; It made Yeluqi exhausted, and he didn't have the mind to mess with Gong Yin again.

Now it seems that it is too late for Yeluqi to escape, he is about to leave Xi'e, and the route goes straight to the wilderness, Baofan City is safe.

Meng Hu's eyes swept across the crowd... Hey, why did the master and His Majesty disappear after a few words?

…

Jing Hengbo was in a good mood, and he dragged Gong Yin through the crowd cheerfully.

Today came by coincidence, it turned out to be the traditional festival of Xi'e "Sitting Flowers Festival". This festival originated from an ancient legend in Xi'e. In a certain dynasty, a demon flower haunted all living beings by turning into a bewitching woman. Fortunately, a woman from a good family, Sacrificially sit on the flower, destroy the demon flower to save all living beings. Since then, it has been called Sitting Flower Empress by the people of West Hubei. Every year on this day, the people will hold a flower market to commemorate it, and women can go to the street to have fun. Each city will also select beautiful women to serve as "sitting flower empress" and "demon flower", ostentatiously passing through the market, attracting people to chase after them.

So today's Baofan City doesn't need to go to the flower market. There are people selling flowers all over the street, and the streets are full of fragrant clothes, red shirts and emerald sleeves. The roadside is full of flower racks and rattan baskets, surrounded by various kinds of flowers hanging. Hengbo can't name many scenes, but his eyes are full of brilliance, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple. , women's sideburns and all the charming eyes are full, and the air is full of sweet and rich breath.

Jing Hengbo drove all the way, and what he saw was either the blue sky or the black carriage roof. At this moment, his eyes were washed away by such bright colors and excitement, and he felt that everything from his chest to his fingertips stretched freely and freely.

She moves quickly through the crowd.

"What kind of flower is this? It's so beautiful! What a pure powder!"

"These flowers have four colors, a bit like five-color plums, but more colorful than five-color plums!"

"The flower shape of the fallen golden bell is special enough. It would be nice if there were more colors."

"This flower is so gorgeous, golden and purple... er, it's a bird..." Jing Hengbo grabbed a particularly bright cluster from the flowers, and after looking at it for a long time, he found that it was also a parrot. He couldn't help but sigh, "Ah, two Gouzi, you are also a parrot, you are much uglier than others..."

"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens, a bald bird dares to choke." Er Gouzi's screeching voice sounded particularly harsh, "My old lady can recite poems, can you? Can you? "

Feifei walked out silently, raised her paw, grabbed Er Gouzi, and sent it to the beautiful parrot that was innocently scolded.

The guy raised his paw and gave Er Gouzi a paw, scratching and yelling, "Master Wan'an! Master Wan'an!"

Unwilling to be scratched, Er Gouzi fought back, and scratched off the three top hairs of the macaw with one paw, and the macaw yelled while dodging and screaming: "Master Wan'an, Master Wan'an!"

Dare to only say this.

Er Gouzi was triumphant, and suddenly found a sense of superiority—whether it's Feifei or this bastard, none of them can talk!

Jing Hengbo almost died of laughter. Thanks to Gong Yin who patted her on the back in time to save her life.

Under the sunlight, Gong Yin bowed his face lightly, his clear and black eyes were shining with a gentle light that he hadn't even noticed.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and all the hustle and bustle seemed to freeze suddenly.

There are a lot of girls in the market today. Since Gong Yin appeared in the market, the crowd of girls has changed strangely. They basically revolve around where Gong Yin is. Beside him, there were people standing upright opposite him, and some people were more clever, leaning their bodies sideways, looking at flowers but actually seeing people, Gong Yin moved a step, and they would change stalls.

When Gong Yin stopped to pat Jing Hengbo's back, almost all the girls' eyes fell on his hand and Jing Hengbo's back. They were full of yearning for that hand, but they wished to burn a hole with their eyes on that back.

There are also many girls who can't help but be infatuated watching Gong Yin's eyes on Jing Hengbo.

They bit their lips, unconsciously ravaged the flowers in their hands, and rubbed the beautiful color off piece by piece, just like the heart that was rubbed and tightened at this moment...

The flower sellers in the market were wailing.

The instigator, Jing Hengbo, didn't notice it, and finally stopped coughing. When he looked up, he saw a group of dark red and silver-bordered flowers in front of him. His eyes lit up, he grabbed Gong Yin's hand, pointed there and said, "Wow! That flower Beautiful! Such a beautiful silver edge! Like the eighteen bachelor camellias! Go and see!"

Gong Yin paused slightly, his eyes slowly fell on the hand that was held by her.

In an instant, his jade-like white cheeks seemed to be blushing slightly, and the line of his lips was tightly pursed, showing a thin tinge of blush, but his eyes showed a bit of glass color, and his whole body was as clear as alpine snow.

The girls in the entire market couldn't help but rubbed the flowers in their hands, hating that the hand was in her hands, and even more disgusted by the shameless woman who forced the common man!

Look at that beauty with a noble and pure nature, so unwilling, so reluctant, with such a blunt expression, such slow movements, but because of her kind heart, she couldn't bear to embarrass that shameless woman, and was led forward by her... Ah, Why don't you shake your hands...why don't you shake your hands!

Speaking of being nervous, there are benefits of being too nervous. Jing Hengbo turned a blind eye to the murderous eyes all over the street. In her opinion, it was normal for women to covet Gong Yin's beauty, but did it have anything to do with her?

"How do you sell this flower?" Her thoughts were all on the pot of flowers that can be called national beauty, and she squatted down to ask the price, "Boss, how much is a pot?"

"Five hundred Wen." The flower seller squinted at the two people's clothes, and the lion opened his mouth.

"Would you like me to be an idiot?" Jing Hengbo put his finger on his forehead, "The most expensive flower in this market is no more than 50 Wen. How dare you sell it for 500 Wen? These flowers are planted with gold?"

She has long fingers and slender eyes, and her eyes are flowing. Under the sunlight, the peach blossom eyes slanting from the corners of her eyes almost have countless bewitching peach blossoms flying out.

"Girl," the flower seller gave her this slap, and the soul was out of the universe. Thief Xixi stretched out his hand to pull her finger, and said with a smile, "Is it expensive? It's not easy to grow this flower, and it needs to be released every day." Bathing in the essence of heaven and earth on the highest mountain, I have to take it back into the warm cage at night... It’s just a beautiful flower with a beautiful woman, since the girl likes it, two hundred and fifty yuan! I sold it at a loss!"

With a flick of his finger, Jing Hengbo has easily dodged his wolf claws, his laughter rippling like running water, "Two hundred and fifty? It really is two hundred and five!"

The flower seller didn't understand her teasing, so he laughed and handed over the flowers, taking advantage of the opportunity to touch her hand.

As the two of them came and went, their conversation seemed to be in full swing, and they completely forgot about the ice sculpture next to them, which was getting more and more cold.

"I don't seem to agree with you buying flowers." Came a cold and clear voice. Jing Hengbo, who was busy bargaining, remembered this great master.

Her eyes lit up, she grabbed Gong Yin and pushed her forward, "Quick, help me bargain!"

Gong Yin: "..."

"After the price is settled, help me choose the best pot. The one with full leaves and many flowers." Her Majesty, who is good at talking to herself, calmly patted the shoulder of the great god, and whispered in his ear, "This guy is very perverted and talks a lot. He must not be a good bird. He must be bullying. You will definitely be able to lower the price! Trust you!"

Gong Yin did half of a flick of his sleeves, and turned to look at her.

"You think he's lecherous too? Very bad?"

"Of course." Jing Hengbo nodded, not noticing the mystery of the word "also".

The master stopped talking, and really squatted down, and began to bargain and choose flowers.

A group of girls who were watching from afar let out an inconceivable exclamation.

This looks very lonely man, counter-offer? buy flowers?

Jing Hengbo looked at it, and also felt that it seemed a bit out of harmony. Gong Yin, who is like a flower of Gaoling, squatted down and bargained to move the flowerpot? But in life, you should try out any style, what's wrong with being down-to-earth?

She glanced over, and her attention was suddenly attracted by the noise not far away. It sounded like the sound of gongs and drums, mixed with the cheers of children and men.

"Look at Empress Hua!"

"Look at the demon flower."

"Hey, Empress Zuohua." Jing Hengbo, who had already inquired about the legend of the Zuohua Festival, immediately lit up his eyes, and forgot that Gong Yin, who was going to buy flowers later, hurried forward, but at this moment, the flow of people began to flow in that direction, and she squeezed I didn't take a few steps for a long time. Jing Hengbo became irritable, and simply dodged, swish.

She disappeared in place.

On the other side, Gong Yin, who does not eat fireworks in the world, is bargaining hard.

"Five hundred Wen!" Seeing that there was a new man, who was still a man to be envied, the flower seller suddenly changed his attitude and shouted back the original price.

Gong Yin stretched out a finger.

"One hundred?" The flower seller's eyes widened, "Is there anyone who bargains like this?"

Gong Yin shook his head and stretched out that finger. The fingers are beautiful, and the nails are like ice crystals, but they are not beautiful in the eyes of the peddler.

"...Ten texts?" He was puzzled and asked in disbelief.

Although he asked for the price of this flower just now, the lion opened his mouth, but at least fifty yuan is still worth it, ten yuan? Too shameless, right?

Gong Yin still shook his head, still holding that finger upright, elegant, calm, and indifferent.

"You...what do you mean?" the flower seller stuttered.

"One article." The master finally opened his mouth coldly. It's cold and hard, killing people.

"You..." The flower seller was dumbfounded for a moment, and jumped up holding the flower pot, "You are here to make trouble! I told you so much in vain! Why, want to buy and sell by force? Tell you, the uncle is not a vegetarian..."

"Bang."

Gong Yin flicked his fingers lightly.

The fingertips hit the empty space, but it was as crisp and sound as if hitting the real thing. The flower seller's broad and blue forehead turned blue, red, purple, and bulging...

Countless layers of vortexes swirled out of the flower seller's eyes, and the flowerpot in his hand, which was about to be used to smash people, fell straight to the ground. Gong Yin copied it lightly and copied it in the palm of his hand.

"Bang." The flower seller fell to the ground, causing the flower pots on the shelf to jump.

"Ding." A copper coin bounced on his chest.

Gong Guoshi kept his word, and he would give a penny for every penny he said, even if he was dizzy.

There was a sudden silence all around, Gong Yin didn't seem to feel it at all, raised his foot, stepped over the flower seller calmly, looked down at the flowers, and finally carefully selected a pot with delicate color, fresh leaves, and special flower buds Many, without raising their heads, said: "How about this pot?"

No reply. Gong Yin frowned, straightened up, glanced around in a hurry, and suddenly flicked his sleeves.

The white shadow flashed, and he was gone.

Leaving behind the women who peeped at him all over the street, they dropped the flowers in their hands in a daze, almost suspecting that they were in a dream.

…

Near Baofan Bishuifang, there is a lot of excitement with gongs and drums.

Because this year's "Zuohua Empress" and "Demon Flower Witch" have already started to parade, according to the established route, they will start from Bishuifang in the south of the city near the palace, singing and dancing all the way to Shandefang in the north of the city.

During the whole process of the parade, the "Zuohua Empress" will be taken in colorful sedan chairs, and the "demon flower" will be trapped in a "fake cage" decorated with flowers. great achievements. Both "Sitting Flower Empress" and "Flower Demon" are looking for beautiful women from good families to play in the local area, and they are paid quite generously. The selected woman became famous in one fell swoop at the Zuohua Festival, and her net worth soared.

The vicinity of Bishuifang is particularly lively this year. The inner, third and outer floors are crowded with people, all talking about the beauty of this year's Empress and Demon Flower with great interest.

"I heard that the Empress Hua selected this year is the daughter of the richest family in the city, the Huang family! It is said that she is both talented and beautiful, and she will throw a hydrangea ball to recruit relatives in the future!"

"I've heard that the candidate for the flower demon has a better background. She is the daughter of Tai Zhuzi, the former No. 1 theater troupe in Xi'e, Ruifeng, and Xiaofenghuang, the daughter of Jinfenghuang. It is said that the young is better than the blue. Jinling, who is also good at singing and dancing, is a beauty that the Grand Master of the city has long set his eyes on, and it is clear that she will be a big hit when she debuts on stage next month..."

"This year's empress and flower demon are rare talents in the past ten years, so they are very lively. I don't know if they will attract the king to come out of the palace to watch."

"Don't say that! Do we still have a holiday? Is it okay if she comes?"

"Shut up! Don't talk about the king!"

…

Outside the lively crowd, there are some colorful sheds facing the street, and there are also some teahouses on the second floor, which are also set up high up for people to watch. Of course, this is the treatment of officials and wealthy households, and ordinary people cannot squeeze in.

The tallest colorful building seemed quite quiet at this time, the light rose red curtains were drooping, and the silver hooks of the curtains were blown by the wind, which could not conceal the faint low laughter in the room.

"This year's Flower Festival is particularly lively. Is it because you are here?" The voice was a female voice, a little hoarse, but because the voice was lowered, it showed a bit of depressing charm.

The room was silent for a while, and then the man's deep and pleasant voice sounded.

"The excitement in Baofan City is naturally all because of the king. If the king hadn't brought me here, I wouldn't have seen the excitement."

The woman in the Ziluo Tent laughed low and hoarsely, her natural rhyme fluctuated, and she seemed to be provocative when talking about ordinary things.

"Are you blaming me for persevering..." The woman's soft and boneless arm slowly stretched out, seemingly intentionally or not, she climbed onto the man's shoulder, her fingertips lingering in circles, extending all the way to his thick black temples Go, "...Aren't I afraid that you will be bored while recuperating, so I will accompany you out to relax..."

She giggled, and turned her face slightly, the palace lantern with cut-out passionflower shadow cast a yellowish light, she knew that she was the most beautiful under the light at such an angle.

He tilted his head slightly, and the light cut out his silhouette, which is wonderful, and all the lines are telling the side of the black-clothed boy