Looking at the background of Wu Zheng disappearing into the crowd, stomping his feet straight with moonlight, Diao Sikun looked like a heartbroken horse. It's just that the thought of Mingyue's coquettish look is because of Wu Zheng, and Diao Sikun suddenly has a sullen expression.
"Why are you still here? What are you looking at? Go away!" Mingyue yelled at Diao Sikun in an annoyed manner. In her opinion, the reason why Wu Zheng was in a hurry to leave was completely caused by the shit stick around him, which was too irritating.
Diao Sikun gritted his teeth, rolled his eyes, and raised his head and said, "Mingyue, or let's go to the Douhua Contest! Ten oirans gathered in Wanhuatai to fight for beauty. Mingyue doesn't want to go and see?"
"Look! What do you think? Are the crowds crowded in?" Mingyue said in an angry tone.
Diao Sikun smiled slightly: "Diao is not talented. A few friends from the Trusteeship Department shot a flower shed under the Wanhuatai. Although the location is not very good, there is still no problem in seeing the entire Wanhuatai."
Mingyue came to want to go, after all, she slipped out of the palace this time to see the Wanhua Conference, but she didn't want to go with the Diao Sikun who was next to her, so she said to the little palace lady next to him: "Xiao Xin is going?"
Xiaoxin is also curious! I have heard in the palace that the people who can board Wanhuatai tonight are all famous people, everyone is like a god, the song of Yuezhou Li family, the piano of Jiangzhou Qiu family, the Shenshui sleeve of Yizhou Bai family, and Yangzhou Luo family. From the beginning of last year, everyone around me talked about these people.
Seeing the embarrassing look of his Highness, Xiao Xin ghostly stretched out a finger and said: "Why don't you go take a look?"
"Just take a look?"
"Yes, just take a look. I heard that it will cost money to watch such a show, and if you watch too much, Xin can't have the money."
Mingyue smiled slightly: "Then go!"
When Diao Sikun heard this, his heart suddenly fell into joy, and he was leading the way with a look of diligence.
In the night market, Xiao Qiao took Xiang'er to pick a nice silk thread. Song Fei'er wouldn't touch that thing, because Nuhong was clearly her shortcoming.
Yin E joked, "What a beautiful silk thread! Sister, won't you pick a few?"
Song Feier said: "You said me, didn't you also not go?"
Yin E pulled up his sleeves and looked at it, and said, "Don’t you know, sister? The silk thread sold in the stall is hemp, and the fabrics at home are mostly silk and satin now. If I embroider on the silk and satin with hemp thread, Wouldn't I be scolded by my sister for being violent?"
Song Feier glared at her irritably, and said, "It's okay to know."
"Oh! I seem to be misguided. The silk thread sold in the stall is silk, but it seems to be twine. Sister, help me see if it is twine or silk thread?"
Listening to Yin E's muttering, Seinfeld couldn't help but roll her eyes, and said angrily: "You can't see clearly here, can't you just walk over and see?"
Yin E took Wu Zheng's hand and smiled and said, "I'm not going. I'm afraid that I will be hooked and run away if I am a mate."
Song Feier raised her eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean, are you talking about me? What are you trying to make?"
Yin E smiled slightly: "Isn't the elder sister talking about you? Didn't the elder sister see it just now? That so-called Mingyue son is actually a daughter? Xianggong, you should have seen it!"
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "I'm not blind. I really think that if a woman wears a man's clothes, men all over the world can't see it?"
Seinfeld was taken aback, because she hadn't noticed it just now, but listening to what her father-in-law said to Yin E, if she dared to say that she hadn't noticed it just now, then she would not be Seinfeld.
"Bored!" Seinfeld said.
"Forget it, those two girls don't know when they will be picked! Let's sit there for a while! It's not a problem to always stand like this!"
Three came to a wine shop, the owner of the wine shop was a little old man with a little back. Seeing three gorgeously dressed guests coming to the door, the little old man was a little bit cramped, because his house only sells glutinous rice, which the ordinary people like to drink. , But for the nobles, they can’t be on the stage. If you are lucky, you will be misunderstood if you are sensible. If you are unlucky, you will be unreasonable, and you don’t think you are humiliating him by taking the mash. (End of this chapter)