Time passed little by little, and there was not much time before the Oiran competition, and there was still one painting left for piano, chess, calligraphy and painting!

Nuan Jiu was almost helpless, and it just so happened that no one in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion could achieve anything in this painting.

Nuan Jiu's sorrowful hair almost fell out one by one!

Chen Sixing looked at Nuan Jiu like this, and pulled Nuan Jiu to the treatment meeting.

It just so happened that Nuan Jiu also wanted to have a play, so he went.

The ten-mile long street is brilliantly lit and the voices of the people are punishable

Nuan Jiu and Chen Sixing walked in this world of lights in this way, watching carefully, the lifelike goldfish lanterns, the vivid lotus lanterns, the simple and elegant official lanterns - all kinds of lanterns are beautiful in shape, exquisite in decoration, fine in workmanship, really dazzling, beautiful.

The hustle and bustle of the world was ignited in this night, burning up the boundless darkness, but it was through the day-like light that this brief song and dance was praised.

The person beside him, dressed in a snow-colored robe, with ink-dyed hair blowing in the gale, was flamboyant and flying, and a handsome face hung an indifferent and elegant smile, as if he was an immortal who came to the moon.

At this moment, Nuan Jiu suddenly remembered a poem that the crowd was looking for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was there, and the lights were dim.

Nuan Jiu didn't speak, Chen Sixing didn't speak, the two of them walked slowly in this flow of people, only to see the plump woman in the slanted chair flower building lazily looking back, the literati spilling wine and making poems chanting ink, and three or two children running with lanterns.

Nuan Jiu also seemed to be infected by this atmosphere, walking lazily, and watching some old people talk to Chen Sixing.

Some are officials, some look like fortune tellers, and some are street vendors, and they welcome ......

Nuan Jiu was not in a hurry, while Chen Sixing was chatting, Nuan Jiu was casually walking around the stall, and when Nuan Jiu was bored, he turned his head and went to Chen Sixing.

I saw that the person had been surrounded by some literati scholars in the middle of the curtain, and there were very few people who could be admired by literati scholars, very few, and Nuan Jiu saw them all today.

This is a fragment that most resembles Su Chen, under the common people, and the Haiyan River is clear.

Nuan Jiu thought about it and looked at Chen Sixiao directly

I saw Chen Sixing's gaze across the crowd and fell on her, clear as the moon and as fine as a star.

At that moment, Nuan Jiu suddenly forgot about anything else, and only remembered the sentence that the girls whispered in his ears - Gongzi Wushuang.

And Nuan Jiu suddenly thought of an idea in his heart, and couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth.

Nuan Jiu suddenly didn't want to go shopping, she just wanted the person in front of her.

Nuan Jiu thought about sticking out his tongue and licked his lips, as if he had just seen a hunting beast that was fine.

If you haven't had any thoughts in the Qinglou for so long, you'd be too ruthless, but now?

Nuan Jiu thought about it and spread out his tied hair, only to see the long satin-like hair tied up at random on the back of his neck, and his forehead was exposed when the wind blew his forehead.

Nuan Jiu's skin is very white, it is a healthy white, and it is light pink.

Nuan Jiu thought about grabbing Chen Sixing and leaving, but at this time, she heard a scream, and she looked up to see that a painting stall had been smashed.

And Nuan Jiu looked at a poor woman pulling an old mother, "Mom! I'll go back with you! Lift up your noble hand and spare my father. ”

That old mother looked sour and mean, and pointed out how to write this woman's sharp oars, and now she regrets it! It's late! Dare to run out, it's really the opposite!!! ”