Just as Jiang Yandai was waiting to see Su Zi'an eat deflated, Su Zi'an suddenly jumped and disappeared without a trace.

Jiang Yandai looked around, and Su Zi'an's figure had disappeared.

Could it be that she is disgusting and successful? Disgusted Su Zi'an and ran away?

Immediately, Su Zi'an came back with a whole straw stick of sugar gourd.

……

Damn, how can you buy the incense that Su Zi'an robbed? What I want is Su Zi'an, shamelessly snatching sugar gourds from children on the street, okay?

What's more enjoyable than watching the protagonist eat deflated? Anyway, Su Zi'an has robbed the child of the sugar gourd now, and if something happens in the future, she can threaten him with this rumor!

A generation of founding monarchs, before ascending the throne, actually grabbed a child's sugar gourd on the street, what gossip is more exciting than this?

Jiang Yandai hugged her arms and decided to play a scoundrel: "I just like what they have in their hands!"

After all, it was the master, Su Zi'an had to obey the order, carrying the straw stick and shouting to stop a young child.

But seeing Su Zi'an squatting down, he said softly: "This little friend, can I exchange two sugar gourds for this one in your hand?"

Jiang Yandai's mood for watching the show broke suddenly.

What's that? Change? Or two new ones for one that has been eaten?

The young boy looked at the rock sugar gourd with a whole straw stick, swallowed his saliva, and hesitated: "A-Niang, A-Niang said, you can't just ...... it"

Jiang Yandai nodded with satisfaction, not confused by the small profits, but a very safety-conscious baby!

Su Zi'an frowned and continued, "Three?"

The young child pinched the corner of his clothes, and his little face wrinkled together: "Auntie......"

Su Zi'an continued to increase the price: "Four?"

The toddler looked at the only four rock sugar gourds left on his stick, and counted one sugar gourd to change a string.

"Five?"

The young child's dark eyes lit up, and he handed the skewered sugar gourd in his hand directly to Su Zi'an.

What Auntie's words were directly left behind.

Jiang Yandai rolled her eyes and almost collapsed.

Baby, your festival is only worth five strings of rock sugar gourds!

By the time she stabilized her mind, Su Zi'an had already walked back with four or five strings of gnawed sugar gourds and handed them to her.

There were only seven or eight strings left of the rock sugar gourd full of straw sticks.

Jiang Yandai held her forehead, only to feel that her brain was buzzing.

"The king of the county?"

No, no, she has to be calm!

Jiang Yandai gritted her teeth and nodded, anyway, rumors and rumors are made out of nothing.

Indignantly, she pulled a sugar gourd from the straw stick and took a heavy bite.

If you can't do it, then try again!

Jiang Yandai pressed her emotions, pulled the corners of her lips, looked back and smiled brightly: "Zi'an, is there a Goolan Courtyard here?"

Who knew that a trace of doubt flashed in Su Zi'an's eyes, but he didn't change his color, and arched his hand: "Back to the county king, at the bottom of this street, is the Yalou."

Goolan Courtyard is Goolan Courtyard, and it is also an elegant building, tsk, it is really hypocritical.

Jiang Yandai spit in her heart and patted Su Zi'an, "Then we'll go there." ”

Su Zi'an avoided without a trace and said, "Yes."

Yo, start hiding! Not bad, yes, it works!

Jiang Yandai nodded with satisfaction, and took another bite of the sugar gourd, only to feel that the taste was sweet and sour, which was quite wonderful.

The wheels of the carriage rolled, the bluestone slabs rattled, and a carriage turned around the corner and came slowly.

The coachman pulled the horse's rope to force the horse to run slower, and shouted at the crowd, "Let go, let go."

The carriage is pale wood color, but it is simple, but the window is carved with Aoxue Hanmei, but it is very eye-catching.

The window seemed to be in disrepair, half-open with the bumps, Jiang Yandai looked into the car through the half-open window.

It was a white-clothed man wearing a hat, in a little shimmer, his face was a little faint, like the snow in March spring, elegant and unparalleled.