After Qiao Lingzhi returned to the room, she saw Xue'er sitting at the table, holding her cheek with one hand, sobbing.

She hurriedly walked over and asked with concern, "What's the matter?" Why are you crying, is someone bullying you? As he spoke, he picked up the kettle and poured a glass of water, looking up and "Knock knock!" Drink it.

Xue'er showed a pitiful expression at her: "It's Shangguan Gongzi." ”

As soon as she heard her say that it was Shangguan Yan, Qiao Lingzhi suddenly became excited and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with Shangguan Gongzi?" ”

Xue'er said a little indignantly: "Miss, what did you say about Shangguan Gongzi, since the last time I asked you to meet, he hasn't shown his head again, how can this person be like this!" ”

Qiao Lingxi looked at her a little dumbly and said, "Xue'er, you won't also ...... Shangguan Gongzi"

Before she finished speaking, Xue'er interrupted her: "Miss, what are you talking about, I'm worried about you, okay?" Seeing that you think about Shangguan Gongzi day and night, but you can't see others, my heart feels very uncomfortable. ”

Qiao Lingzhi smiled: "Okay, okay, I am deeply touched by your spirit of being anxious about other people's worries, Shangguan Gongzi is not coming, he may have his affairs to deal with, maybe he will come to me after he is busy, don't worry." ”

Xue'er sighed: "I hope so, don't talk about it, the man is talking too much about tears." ”

Qiao Lingzhi: "......"

Xue'er: "Miss, the pain of lovesickness is so difficult, it's better to go out and relax, there is a Lantern Festival in the capital on the fifteenth of this month, let's go see it too." ”

Qiao Lingzhi: "You little hoof, when it comes to playing, it's even more urgent than reincarnation." ”

In the blink of an eye, it was the night of the Festival of Lights.

The fifteenth moon is extraordinarily round, exceptionally bright, and accompanied by countless bright stars, making tonight's moonlight more and more sultry.

On a long street in the capital, the flow of people is like weaving, rubbing shoulders one after another, bustling, the sound of selling lanterns comes and goes, endlessly, all kinds of colorful lanterns reflect the street market as bright as day, the whole lamp market, lively and extraordinary, noisy and noisy.

Qiao Lingzhi and Xue'er walked leisurely and watched the lanterns on both sides.

Today's Qiao Lingzhi is wearing a yellow satin broken skirt, with a simple peach heart bun combed on her head, and when she walks, she is like a willow supporting the wind, with an indescribable handsome taste.

Xue'er was wearing a lake-green long skirt with a double-ring bun on her head, bouncing and jumping, like an elf, indescribably playful and cute.

Two beautiful people walking on the street like this will inevitably cause the coveting and sideways glances of those stinky men.

Whenever a stinky man looked at them, Cher would shutch her mouth, stare at them with round eyes, or suddenly roll her eyes, stick out her tongue, and make a sheep's horn convulsion motion, which scared the stinky men into running away.

Qiao Lingzhi looked at her funny appearance, rolled her eyes, and smiled and punched her with a pink fist.

The two walked for a while, and at this time, a little girl of seven or eight years old, dressed in tatters, ran to them with a flower basket, and said in a somewhat childish tone: "Sister buy a bouquet of flowers, right?" ”

Hearing this, Qiao Lingzhi and Xue'er glanced at each other, Xue'er turned her gaze to the little girl, smiled at her, and said, "Little friend, it's not appropriate for you to sell this flower to us, it should be sold to a little couple, you see that we are two women." ”

The little girl innocently said to her: This sister next to you is so beautiful, don't you like her to be with her! ”

As soon as the words fell, Xue'er's feet slipped and she was almost planted on the spot.