"Husband, what are you sighing about?"

Zhao Qingmei finished cleaning up, walked to An Jing's side and said curiously.

Zhao Qingmei is wearing a pleated skirt of scattered flowers, mist and green grass, her cherry mouth is red without dotting, delicate and beautiful, and the two strands of hair on her cheeks are soft in the wind, adding a bit of seductive style.

"No, I was thinking that the weather was so nice." An Jing looked up at the dim sky.

"It's getting dark, don't lie to me."

Zhao Qingmei put her palm on An Jing's arm, looked at him without blinking, and said, "Say, is there something hiding from me?" I always feel like I'm being kept in the dark by you. ”

Feeling the warm body temperature and the faint fragrance wafting into the nose, An Jing couldn't help but feel uneasy, and said with a smile: "Madam, everything I said is true." ”

"Really?" Zhao Qingmei glanced at An Jing suspiciously.

"How could something be hidden from you?"

An Jing said seriously: "You know my strengths, I know your depths, we are the closest people,"

"Death! Not serious! It's on the street, and you're not afraid of people hearing it. ”

Zhao Qingmei's heart suddenly felt like a deer, a touch of flushing up to the base of her neck, and she couldn't help but whisper: "Let's go to dinner, we have to go to the night market later, it's not good to be late." ”

"Then I'll close now." An Jing put away the broom when he heard this.

"No, the third master won't go, just let him watch at home, and he can still catch medicine."

"He's not going?"

"yes, he's going to read at home."

An Jing's heart moved when he heard this, this old thing really spying on me.

...........

Yuzhou City, Chengnan Night Market.

The lights are bright, the spring breeze is intoxicating, the thousands of lights on the side of the bridge reflect the blue clouds, the boats are full of exquisite silk fabrics, the women with heavy makeup can be seen everywhere inside and outside the high-rise buildings, and the tourists who are looking for fun have come one after another, and there is an endless stream.

Pedestrians are weaving, people are boiling, a prosperous, lively scene.

"That's a lot of people."

Tan Yun glanced around and couldn't help but sigh.

An Jing glanced at the tall buildings in the distance and said, "Of course there are many people, this is the most lively place in Yuzhou City at night....... place. ”

"If you're lucky, you might be able to see Brother Han."

He remembers very well that in the early summer of this year, Han Wenxin would come to the night market on time every night.

Then punch in and go to the clock.

Zhao Qingmei chuckled beside her: "We haven't seen Han Wenxin's kid for a few days, and I don't know what's going on, since the last time I brought two boxes of Ruyi cakes, I haven't come back." ”

An Jing's heart is also a little strange, he used to come to him every once in a while to drink, and he didn't know why he hadn't seen him during this time.

"Han Wenxin, that kid? I didn't want to be a dog for a few days. ”

Tan Yun heard a scolding sound, and then seemed to see something: "Miss, uncle, there is a pitcher over there." ”

Not far away, there was a stall, in front of which were several coarse cloth mats, and behind were three porcelain pitchers, which were lined up from near to far.

At this time, many people gathered at the pot stall and watched the woman sitting in the field throwing pots.

Seeing the face of the woman who was throwing the pot, An Jing suddenly knew why it caused many onlookers.

The woman's skin is as white as snow, with a slightly straight nose, red lips and white teeth, and she looks extremely beautiful, but it gives people a sense of arrogance and coldness.

I saw the woman kneeling on the mat, holding a feather arrow in her hand, and kept throwing it towards the whistle pot.

"Oh, that's a pity."

"Closely."

.........

The people around them watched carefully, they had never watched others throw pots as seriously as they did today, and even felt sorry for them.

Dozens of feather arrows in a row, without the slightest exception, all missed out, and the stall owner was already happy to be on the side, but he still continued to comfort.

"This young lady, there are also skills in pitching pots, you may be able to succeed if you cast a few more times."

The woman didn't seem to hear the stall owner and the regret next to her at all, just stared at the whistle pot in front of her, kept projecting, the feather arrow in her hand was gone, and she simply took out her purse and bought ten more.

"This woman is a master."

An Jing looked at the palm of the woman's pitcher, and said secretly in her heart.

From the moment the woman took the pitcher, the moment her wrist turned, that kind of flexibility was not a master of martial arts, and it couldn't be so natural.

It's just that this woman is obviously a master, why is she throwing a pot but she is empty?

"Miss Dai, I often play with this pitcher, do you want me to teach you."

Just then, a familiar voice rang out.

I saw Han Wenxin standing beside the woman with a smile on his face, rubbing his palms on his chest.

"It's really Han Wenxin's kid." Tan Yun was surprised.

When An Jing saw this scene, he seemed to feel déjà vu, and couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, why did Han Wenxin become more and more thoughtful?

Or is it that everyone in this world is ........

"Husband, is she good-looking or am I good-looking?" Zhao Qingmei smiled and said softly.

"Of course you're good-looking, ma'am."

An Jing suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and hurriedly said.

"And you see it so fascinating?" Zhao Qingmei smiled undiminishedly.

An Jing smiled dryly: "No, I'm looking at Brother Han......"

Tan Yun glanced at An Jing strangely from the side, "Han Wenxin has something to look at." ”

An Jing smiled meaningfully: "No, I'm waiting for Brother Han's performance." ”

Zhao Qingmei and Tan Yun were both a little confused and didn't understand the meaning of An Jing's words.

At the booth, Han Wenxin patted his chest and said, "It's not me who blows, this Yuzhou City throws pots, and if I say second, then no one dares to admit the first." ”

An Jing was immediately interested when he heard this, and Han Wenxin still understands it.

"No thanks."

The first thing the woman said was a little cold.

After speaking, the woman put the last feather arrow in her hand, but sure enough, she still missed.

"Well, this pitcher is still quite interesting."

At this moment, a sharp sound came from a distance, as if the hair was stuck in the throat, and it was extremely uncomfortable to listen to.

Following the voice, it was a man dressed in black and wearing a hat.

The man can't see his appearance and age clearly, but his hands are wide in sleeves, but if he looks closely, there are no palms stretched out, obviously his hands are missing, and there is a glazed jade pendant hanging from his waist.

When Tan Yun saw that person, his eyes narrowed, and then he said in his ear: "Sect Master, this person may be the Heavenly Remnant of the Five Poisons Sect, this person's hands were born with mutilation, relying on a pair of Wu hooks and double moon legs to move the rivers and lakes, and according to the information of my human sect, he did come to Jiangnan Dao." ”

"If the woman next to her is not bad, it should be Dai Ling, the daughter of Dai Danshu, I didn't expect us to meet them here."