Ning Xuan was not in a hurry to go back to the villa, the rivers and lakes had been calm recently, and there was no longer the chaotic times of the last years of the Bai Dynasty.

The two girls went to the street with swords and daggers, and Jingzhao strengthened the law and order since the accident in Qingluo, not to mention that there would be any side incidents.

The east family bought some snacks, the west family bought some sweet soup, and when they were tired, they went to the teahouse to rest.

Looking down the second floor of the teahouse, Qingluo saw the street stalls - saying that if he hit the target, he could choose a gift, and even regarded the white-haired fox that was very uncommon in Jingzhao City as the jackpot.

With a sweep of his eyes, the white fox did not have half a stray hair on his body, and wherever he lay down, Qingluo could sympathize with those emperors who were criticized by obscure history books.

The fox's cry seemed to have been bullied by someone, and a whimper of grievances could be heard from the cage across the street.

"County Lord, if you win that fox back and roast it, it's a novelty." You can't blame Qingye for being delicious, I suffered a lot in eating and drinking before I came to Qing's house, and now I can't shorten my mouth.

Ning Xuan has been extremely uneasy to deal with Qingye in the past two days, and always feels that the attack on his junior sister has a great relationship with Aoba's carelessness.

Not to mention the side, Qingye is three or two years older than his junior sister, so he should have some predictions about these dangerous things......

What Qingye said just now, Ning Xuan really wanted to say two sentences to express his dissatisfaction. After all, Rao is a lack of sons, and he is always a little childish.

Thinking of what Qingpu said, Ning Xuan didn't want to touch other people's sad things, and he slandered in his heart, but he didn't have words in the end.

"Yezi, don't you think it's more interesting to keep foxes at home?" Looking at the fox on the other side of the street, Qingluo put down the usual copper coin, pulled Qingye and got up, "The queen mother in the palace raised a long-haired Persian cat, which was still transported from the new trade route in Xirong. ”

"When I entered the palace the year before last, I took a look, it was not as good as this white fox, but it was rare to hunt ...... here in Jingzhao City."

"I heard my father say that the northeast border is running all over the mountains, but the wild nature is very big, and it is extremely difficult to hunt alive."

Walking slowly down the stairs of the teahouse, Qingluo wore a twelve-torn skirt today, goose yellow and burgundy, embroidered with some jasmine patterns.

The wine-red half of the upper body, plus the edges, are all made of the coolest lake silk in this season.

These twelve broken skirts and half-armed green leaves also have exactly the same set, but the color is used in green and green, which is Aoba's favorite color.

Hu Aya's set of clothes costs at least five yuan, and it is difficult to buy fifteen taels of silver for the exquisite embroidery, which shows the Qing family's love for the orphans of their old subordinates and their own daughters.

Fortunately, Bai Lanting, the younger brother of Bai Lanting, undertook the business of government-run salt and iron wine along the Beijing-Hangzhou Canal in the south of the Yangtze River, and it was not difficult to order two good clothes for his nephew's daughter.

From the teahouse to the opposite paving, Qingluo saw that the two of them had just shot five arrows on the shop, and the scholar whose arrow missed the target was fighting with the owner of the stall.

"Fifteen arrows are needed here, and there are three of us, five for each person."

Seeing the new customers, the owner of the shop put the original guests aside and piled up a smile to collect the money of Qingluo and the others.

"One for twenty copper plates, fifteen for three hundred copper plates."

"Let's take a look at the arrows with me first."

There are not many noble sons who are good at riding and shooting in Jingzhao City, or young ladies from families who study civil and military affairs together, and this white fox is cute and tight, and it is indispensable to spend a lot of money to fight for it.

Now that many people have left the scene in disgrace, the young family members who have been in the army for generations are naturally suspicious of the arrow.

Seeing that the three people in front of him were dressed well, the owner of the shop said in his heart: It is a good sum of money in the account, the son of the rich family and the young lady are very expensive, and Xi Qiqi is afraid that the arrow feather will puncture his hand a little. I don't see anything unusual about the bow and arrow.

Huanhuan handed over the bow and arrows together, but he didn't expect Qingluo to take the feather arrows, so he frowned.