Seventeen didn't like this kind of deal, and even less like to trade with the Yiren, which was disrespectful to her and an insult to him.

Yiren knows that this person, who is born open, hates these filthy things the most, but there is no other way at the moment.

Feeling that his waist was being hugged, his seventeen pupils shook, and the roots of his ears began to get hot.

The person in his arms raised his eyes to look at him, and I felt pity for the red at the end of his eyes, but his voice was still delicate: "Since the son likes it, take the red dust away." Smile like a silver bell

Yiren approached him with the opportunity, and quietly stuffed the purse around his waist into his hand, so that he couldn't ask people to drink flower wine and take money from her girl's family openly, which was unreasonable.

Feeling a cold purse stuffed in his hand, Seventeen realized that the person in his arms had already left, looking at him pitifully.

Seventeen was helpless, took out one from his purse, put it in before he could take it out, took out the scroll, divided it into a small half stack and put it in the hand of the marigold.

Marigold paused his hand and opened the second golden lotus.

The fat head and big ears saw it, and with a wave of his sleeves, a face wrinkled together let out a snort, and walked away.

Jin Lian decided to be the master, and he had to make a higher price than the previous lord to determine the lord, he set a few tonight, this son is a brainless person, and he opened such a high price, it is not worth it.

When the woman in orange saw him leaving, her slender fox eyes squinted, and she giggled and looked at the seventeen: "The son likes to show it, otherwise the golden branch will be displayed, and the lord will be easy."

Seventeen pondered her words, and saw the golden branch in Marigold's hand, and when the man and the orange woman appeared, the maid behind them did not take out the golden branch, and the man held the woman affectionately in his arms, until the man beside him opened his mouth and changed hands, and the maid took out the golden branch.

Thinking of this, I looked at the main hall, and the maids behind them stood empty-handed, and the maids who walked between the halls without an owner or the women who were not very close to the lord held golden branches, and the women in the pool had no maids.

Yiren was caught off guard by him in his arms, raised his eyes and bumped into a pair of smiling eyes, his face turned red unconsciously, and he lowered his head to push him away.

Feeling the heat blowing through his neck, the familiar plush head was buried in his shoulder socket again, grinding in her ear: "Don't move."

A low and soothing voice sounded, and Yiren really didn't move, nestling in his arms peacefully, she was actually quite used to this person's arms.

Seventeen looked at the marigold, his expression was cold, he stood there with a golden lotus in his hand, and there was no change, a pair suddenly walked by him, I don't know why the woman smiled shyly, the man took her arm and kissed it all the way up, and the people who watched it were red and heartbeat.

When the people saw that he was stiff and came out of his arms, they saw that his face was flushed, and he looked at her helplessly.

"What's wrong?"

I didn't see him say anything for a long time, but I looked at the golden branch in Marigold's hand for a while, and the absurdity of the hall for a while, which was really tangled.

Seeing this, Yiren instantly smiled.

This person is so Meng Lang, it turns out that he is so innocent.

Hands trembled up the man's shoulders, and in the man's incredulous eyes, he leaned up to kiss his chin.

There was a warmth in his jaw that made half of his body numb and his mind blank as he looked down at the culprit.

Clever smile, picturesque eyebrows, bright and moving, everything fell on his heart, and he couldn't fill it.

Yiren didn't expect this person to cry, nesting on her shoulder, the purple gauze was light, and there was a burst of wetness, this person would not stop! She is also a first-time relative, and her girl's family seems to suffer even more.

But the golden branch in Marigold's hand was finally put away.

The golden branch showed, indicating that the owner did not like this woman, and other people could come forward to pay the money and change hands, and the bald branch said that he was not yet the owner, and the starting price was five thousand taels, which could be taken away from the original owner.

Marigold led them to the outermost half-enclosed golden cage, where the entire hall could be contained, and stood respectfully behind them.

Seventeen surrounded the Yiren, half-lying on the couch, the Yiren had his back against his chest, it was very comfortable, but it would be nice if the people behind him were more peaceful.

Because the relationship between the two is not close enough, Marigold took out the golden branch several times, and several people came all the way to change hands and asked him to go back, and now the golden branch has opened five golden lotuses, and there is only a silver ticket and a few copper plates left in the purse.

Say that there is no shortage of money to spend in this purse, and now I still have to give in, man.

Seventeen hugged Yiren contentedly, and from time to time leaned over her forehead, pinna, and cheek to kiss her, and dabbled with water, as if intoxicated.

The Yiren glanced into the great hall, and stopped talking.

Seventeen withdrew the hand that was holding her, played with her hair with his fingertips, and propped his elbow on the couch and pillowed his head: "Anyway, she can't hear, and the maids are all deaf." The maid will not listen to the sweet words of the owner, and judge whether she wants to change hands by her behavior.

Yiren turned over and lay on his back: "I saw that many of them were officials of the imperial court, some of them were wearing masks, thinking that they should be in important positions, and it was inconvenient to show their faces."

"Why do you think this son of heaven is so bold at his feet?"

Seventeen leaned over and kissed the golden lotus on her forehead, smiled lightly, helped her up with her back to leaning against him, and felt a pair of hands running between her hair.

"What are you doing?"

"Give back your headband, I still owe you a headband, and now it's on."

Yiren originally forgot about it, but he was a little surprised to see him mention it at this moment, and thought that he had forgotten it, but he didn't expect to keep it in his heart.

Seventeen lifted a strand of hair from her shoulders, wrapped a headband and skillfully braided it, which surprised her even more: "You can still comb your braids?"

Seventeen tied a knot neatly, and combed her hair smoothly: "I can do more, the little lady will know more in the future."

Yiren picked up the thin braid, where is the hairband, it is a thin hair rope, it seems that a handful is still cut from her original hairband, her clothes are made of Yunyan, the hairband is also the corner of Yunyan, and her mother-in-law sewed a few gold clouds for her with golden silk threads, which can't be wrong.

The tiny braid is black and red, a few strands of gold, and there is a pinch of thick black thin thread carefully distinguished, which is entangled with her braid and hidden in the hair, and there are two small bells at the end of the hair, and the copper bell is light but silent, which is very exquisite.

"Why is there no sound in this bell?" I shook it a few times, and found that there was really no sound at all.

Seventeen twisted his hair and shook it in front of her eyes: "I changed the copper bell heart, and it won't disturb you if I change it."

"Replaced with what?"

"It's just a little bean, keep it safe."

I've never heard of any beans to keep her safe, and when I heard it, I was coaxing her, so it's just that it's important to get down to business, or take a good look at this Plantagenet Palace.

Seventeen saw that she didn't care, and she was not sad, looking at her frowning and looking at the people coming and going in the hall, her fingers unconsciously playing with the braid, and the copper bell on her fingertips was flipped several times, revealing the small fairy beans with the inner core, which were inlaid in An'an.

Seventeen looked, very happy, sitting cross-legged on the couch with his chin on his chin to look at her, the ponytail swept on the couch, the black and red hairband that was originally wide and long was now only half a finger wide, and the black and red gold silk was lying on his back, and the person in front of him looked at it as a pair.

Married husband and wife, red beans send acacia.