Chang'an Street is full of people and lively; The variety of goods is overwhelming.

Qing'er looked east and west, and the things on the street all aroused her interest.

Guo Jiayan followed behind her unhurriedly, handsome.

Not far away, a little eunuch driving a carriage followed the tea he had bought from him, not far away.

"What a delicate headdress!"

Qing'er stopped in front of a stall, picked up a headdress engraved with lotus flowers in her hand, and watched it with a pleasing eye, looking like she couldn't put it down.

Guo Jiayan stood beside her and looked at her happy appearance, handsome face, heroic and compelling.

Seeing that the girl in front of him liked it very much, the stall owner began his routine of selling things, in short, there is nothing wrong with saying good things, and he tried everything.

"What a girl! This is the best headdress that our family has just arrived, especially the carved and Dilian on it is even more profound. ”

"And Tillian?"

Qing'er asked suspiciously.

Guo Jiayan's handsome appearance reveals a hint of a smile.

The stall owner glanced at Guo Jiayan, "This is not Di Lian, known as the 'gentleman in the flower', it is the best in the lotus, and Di Lian, one stalk, two flowers, can be described as 'concentric, the same blessing, the same root, the same symbol, meaning husband and wife love, happiness, a hundred years of good together, forever together!" ”

"I didn't expect that this little lotus flower still has such a deep meaning! I have seen it for a long time! ”

Qing'er held her cheeks slightly, feeling both novel and curious.

Guo Jiayan smiled lightly.

The stall owner looked at Guo Jiayan, "Xianggong, your wife is really good-eyed!" You are really talented and beautiful, and you are compatible! Only such a chic and Dilian hair ornament can be worthy of your lady's quiet beauty and elegance! ”

'Xianggong'?

'Ma'am'?

Qing'er stared blankly at the stall owner.

Guo Jiayan has a bright smile, a handsome appearance, and a bright look.

After reacting, Qing'er hurriedly interrupted the stall owner's words and said with a smile, "Wait a minute, I think you must not understand, right?" He and I are just friends, good brothers! This hair ornament of yours, what is not Tilian's, what is the best, what is the love of husband and wife, should not be suitable for us, right? ”

After speaking, he put the hair ornament in his hand on the stall, turned around and left.

The stall owner was refuted, and he was stunned.

Silently listening to Qing'er and the stall owner's theory, Guo Jiayan just smiled slightly.

After seeing Qing'er turn around and leave, Guo Jiayan followed unhurriedly.

Walking and walking, Qing'er stopped and looked up, 'Silk Village', yes, why did you forget to promise Princess Rouran's dress.

Turning to look at Guo Jiayan, he shook his head in a gesture, only to see Guo Jiayan standing there in a daze, "What?" You won't be called stupid by the stall owner just now! Walk! Let's check it out! ”

Qing'er slowly walked into the silk village, followed by Guo Jiayan.

Walking out of the silk village, Qing'er walked gently in front, with light steps and joy; Guo Jiayan held the thick satin, his steps were heavy, and his face was full of helplessness.

In a blink of an eye, the tea has been bought, the sky is gradually darkening, and it is time to return to the palace, otherwise the palace door is closed, and the time on duty is missed, how is it good.

Qing'er looked at the outside of the palace nostalgically, and she didn't know that Liuniang, Ying'er was doing well, how was she doing lately?

I finally got out of the palace, and I didn't have time to visit you.

Guo Jiayan saw Qing'er's thoughts, and slowly approached Qing'er, "It's time to go back, otherwise, the palace gate will be closed!" ”

Qing'er nodded, "Go back!" ”

The sky was dark, and the carriage slowly drove into the palace gate and into the palace.

The gates of the palace slowly closed, and the palace walls were tall and solemn.