Mr. Zhao said angrily, "What's so interesting about you?"
Shen Mubai felt even more strange, "Why do you still watch it if it's not good?"
Mr. Zhao snorted coldly, "Don't be too sentimental."
She was quite speechless, but she didn't think too much about Fang Xianglai's love against her.
There was a movement outside the window, causing several people to stare uncontrollably.
I saw that the gate of the city was wide open, and many soldiers were riding horses and wearing armor, looking dignified and dignified.
The people in the city consciously took a detour. Even so, there were still many soldiers who devoted themselves to their duties to avoid any accidents.
"What happened?" One of them squeezed to the window and wondered.
Mr. Zhang shook his fan, "You don't know that, I heard that today is the day when the little prince returns from the battlefield."
I saw the leader, riding a steed, tall and straight, very noble.
The handsome and delicate face caused those girls to cast their eyes frequently, and they all blushed.
Although he looks like a noble young man, the aura around him is not to be underestimated. At first glance, people dare not show any disrespect.
It seemed that he still carried a vicious aura tainted from the battlefield, his brows were clear and arrogant, and his aura was compelling.
The other son couldn't help but gasped, and murmured, "No wonder my cousin is so infatuated with the young prince. There is probably only one such man in the whole capital."
"Speaking of this little lord." One of them shook his fan in amazement, "I heard that he was able to compose poems at the age of three, speak well at the age of five, and wield knives and guns at the age of seven. He is now a sage, and he is full of praise. The Nanwang Mansion is in charge of it." Part of the military power, guarding the frontiers, Prince Nan was known as a tiger general when he was young, everyone said that the tiger father has no dogs, this little prince is even better than the blue."
Mr. Zhang also admired, "The young prince has been fighting with the Nan prince since he was thirteen years old. It took only two years of hard work. His name is famous, and many enemy troops even fled."
"Both civil and military, and so outstanding, no wonder the group of grand masters often mention it." One of the sons couldn't help muttering.
Shen Mubai raised her eyes slightly when she heard the words, she was originally sitting by the window with a good view.
Although the soldiers passed by, the bazaar was still lively, there were many onlookers, and there were even quite a few young girls.
It's just that when those girls threw out the rusty handkerchiefs and purses with flowers blushing, they were a little confused.
She couldn't help asking, "What does this mean?"
Mr. Zhang shook his fan and said, "Brother Yin Yu, you don't understand this."
"You don't even understand this." Mr. Zhao snorted coldly when he saw her eyes were fixed on the little prince, and for some reason there was a bit of sourness in his heart.
Shen Mubai touched his nose, she really didn't understand.
"Fourth brother, this is throwing flowers." Third Young Master Yin preemptively said, "Generally, unmarried women would throw their embroidered handkerchiefs and purses away when the soldiers came back from the battlefield and when they were admitted to the examination. Give it to the man you like. If the man receives it and doesn't return it to the girl, it's mutual consent, and you can come to the door to propose marriage afterward."
Second Young Master Yin glared at him viciously.
Third Young Master Yin showed a small complacent expression.
Shen Mubai nodded, and looked back again.
The little prince was naturally the one who was thrown the most, but he didn't look sideways and never looked at those purse embroidered handkerchiefs.
The hearts of the girls fell to the ground alone.
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