Qing Yao held Da Bai, the size of a kitten, and sat in the carriage with Zuo Shi Ling'er. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Da Da Da ......"

As the sound of horses' hooves sounded, the group gradually moved away from their original place of residence.

After coming to the street, the crowd of people increased suddenly.

"Sister Qingyao, it's really prosperous here......" Zuo Shiling'er sighed softly as she listened to the shouting sound coming from outside the car.

Qing Yao lifted the curtain of the car window, looked at the crowd coming and going, and nodded slightly.

"Meow ......"

The big white paddle pulled on the edge of the window and looked out of the window curiously.

Many days after coming here, it was still curious about the scene.

"Da Bai, be good...... Qing Yao noticed Da Bai's movements and tapped the other party's ear with her finger.

Da Bai folded his ears and rubbed the back of Qing Yao's hand with his head.

"Gurgling ......"

After hearing the movement beside her, Zuo Shiling'er turned her head and saw a person and a cat interacting with her.

"Sister Qingyao, you cat seems to be very smart?"

Qing Yao scratched Da Bai's jaw with her fingers, and looked at Da Bai who was lazy in her arms with a gentle gaze.

"It's smart, but it likes to lose its temper......"

"Cats are like this......" Zuo Shiling'er didn't think there was anything wrong with the cat's temper.

Qing Yao chuckled and shook her head, no longer continuing the topic with the other party.

As the two talked, the carriage gradually stopped.

"Miss, it's ......"

The driver respectfully whispered, and then waited for a few people in the car to come out.

"Sister Qingyao, let's go down ......," Zuo Shi Ling'er said, taking the lead and walking down with the two maids behind her.

"Let's go ...... too"

Qing Yao said to Shu Lan behind her, and also slowly stepped out of the carriage.

"Huh......" Zuo Shiling snorted softly, and then waved his hand to the coachman. You wait here, we'll be back later......"

"Yes, Miss......"

The coachman answered, and led the carriage to the side of the station.

"Sister Qingyao, we have to leave quickly, otherwise we won't be able to catch the game to start......"

Zuo Shi Ling'er gently grabbed Qing Yao and said a little eagerly.

Qing Yao felt the closeness of the other party, and bowed slightly: "Okay, let's go......"

Surrounded by maids, the two walked slowly towards the venue of the competition.

As soon as you walk into the vicinity of the stadium, you can already see all kinds of rare and colorful flowers.

"It's ...... ahead," Zuo Shi Ling'er pointed to the independent island in front of him and explained happily.

Qing Yao raised her eyes and glanced into the distance, only to see that in the center of Hubo, there was a delicate island.

This small island in the middle of the lake is the venue for this exotic flower and grass competition, and the only place that can be entered is a moon-white stone bridge.

Delicate flowers decorate this exquisite stone bridge, which makes the people who come subconsciously slow down their progress, so that the originally wide stone bridge suddenly seems crowded.

"There are so many people here......

Qing Yao looked at the bustling crowd and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Zuo Shiling'er heard a light sigh from behind him, and hooked the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Sister Qingyao, let's go up too."

"Good ......"

Qing Yao answered and walked over slowly.

Not long after they stepped onto the stone bridge, a woman and a maid walked out from behind the trees on the side.

"I met again, it's really fate...... Du Yuerou's mouth hooked up a mocking smile, and then beckoned to the maid behind her. Keep up with ......"

"Yes......" the maid replied and walked away quickly.

Qing Yao had already arrived at the competition venue with Zuo Shiling'er at this moment, so naturally she would not notice that someone was following her, after all, there were a lot of people who came to participate in the flower competition, in addition to sellers and buyers, more tourists came from other places.

"Sister Qingyao, do you have a favorite?"

Zuo Shi Ling'er caressed the delicate flowers beside him and asked in a low voice.

Qing Yao looked around at the various flowers around her, with a soft smile in her eyes.

"It's all good......"

"If you like it, you buy it......"

"Can ......"

The two said, looking at each other and smiling.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the distance.

Zuo Shi Ling'er raised her eyes and glanced at the crowd in the distance, and asked the maid behind her in a deep voice, "What happened?" ”

"Miss, there seems to be an argument."

"Really? Let's go over and have a look......" Zuo Shi Ling'er explained, and then looked back at Qing Yao. "Sister Qingyao, shall we go over?"

Qing Yao knew that there was a patrol to maintain order here, so she didn't worry about any accidents.

"Okay, let's go over and see what's going on."

"Let's go." Zuo Shi Ling'er said, pulling Qing Yao and walking forward.

As the two approached the crowd, they gradually heard the sound of the argument coming from it.

"I want to sign up for the contest......"

"Registration has closed......

"But isn't it over until noon?"

"I said it's over, it's over, you go away, don't get in the way of our work here, or I'm going to let the patrol come......"

"Liu San, don't be too ......"

"Come on, drag him away......"

"Let go of me, let go of my ......"

When Qing Yao heard this, she probably understood a little.

The person who came should have come to participate in the flower competition, the registration deadline was noon, and it was indeed not noon, and the person was embarrassed at first glance.

However, looking at the situation on the scene, this kind of thing should also be tacitly allowed.

When the crowd dispersed, a middle-aged man covered in mud with a flower pot in his arms appeared in her sight.

The middle-aged man held the flower pot decadently, lowered his head and sat on the stone floor without saying a word.

Qing Yao pondered for a moment, but walked over slowly.

"Uncle, is there anything I can do to help you?"

The middle-aged man slowly raised his head after hearing her voice.

"Go back, little girl."

"But what's the problem?"

"I'm ......" The middle-aged man tightened his arm and lowered his eyes to look at the flower pot in his arms.

It was a camellia, which looked very ordinary among the rare flowers, but this camellia had several colors, which looked very different.

Qing Yao also noticed the other party's movements at this time, and her eyes wandered around the camellia, and a hint of interest flashed in her eyes.

She doesn't know much about flowers, but she understands that this multi-colored camellia is also rare.

"What are you doing? Tell us if you have any problems and we can help you solve them......"

Zuo Shiling'er looked at the middle-aged man's hesitant expression, and raised the corners of her eyebrows boringly.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and slowly raised the camellia tree in his hand.

"I don't know if the two of you can ......"

As the man spoke slowly, Qing Yao finally knew why the man was like this.

The middle-aged man is a flower farmer on the outskirts of Huacheng, and he has carefully cultivated a multi-colored camellia, hoping to be generous and glorious at the Hundred Flowers Festival, and then sell it for a good price.

However, many people do not appreciate this camellia, and he has an old grudge against the person who registered it.