He patted his arm and gestured at her.

Shen Qing didn't understand what he meant for a while, and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Zhao Yan smiled, went to the bed, and patted his arm again, Shen Qing saw this, and then he was relieved.

She obediently moved over and lay down in his arms, and as soon as her head was pillowed on his arm, Zhao Yan's hand came to her ear, pinched her ear, and gently kneaded it one by one.

This is going to be a change from the past, and Shen Qing immediately bounced it away with one hand.

Today, she restrained herself, in case she flicked her hand like this, annoying this person and canceling tomorrow's trip.

Thinking of this, she closed her eyes and let his hand work on her ears.

The man pinched and pinched, and fell asleep contentedly.

You must know that counting the days on death row, I don't know how many days I haven't seen the light of day.

Shen Qing was immersed in excitement, and for a while she didn't feel sleepy, and moved around in the man's arms.

Until a man's hoarse voice came from overhead: "Shen Qing, if you move again, I don't dare to guarantee that you will be able to get out of bed tomorrow." ”

Immediately, a hand was placed on her waistline, full of threat.

Shen Qing felt the temperature on his hand, his waist stiffened, and he didn't dare to move anymore......

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"Morning glory, the Han girl of the Bright River, the slender hand, the machine of the Zaza. All day long, weeping is like rain; The river is frustrated and shallow, a little different! Yingying is in the water, and the arteries are speechless."

- Han Yue Fu

The story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl has spread widely in Dacheng, and gradually, this Qixi Festival has become the Daughter's Festival.

On the Qixi Festival in Cangcheng, every household will prepare seven cups of fairy tea, and the incense will be paid tribute to the seven fairies in the sky.

After the incense, the daughters of the family will rush to drink the seven cups of fairy tea.

On the day of the Chinese Valentine's Day, every household hangs lanterns, and the married women and the yellow flower girls who are to be returned to the word will wear their most beautiful clothes and go out.

There are those who go back to their parents' homes to visit relatives, and there are even those who make appointments with close friends in the boudoir to go to the temple fair.

For a while, the streets of the entire Cangcheng were bustling, sweeping away the low pressure caused by the previous lockdown.

On the street, a noblewoman dressed in full costume walked side by side with a beautiful man in brocade clothes.

The combination of handsome men and beautiful women walked on the street, causing others to look sideways.

The man seemed to have long been accustomed to such attention, and he looked indifferent to the gazes of passers-by.

The young woman, on the other hand, was so attracted by the array of goods lining the streets that she did not notice the gaze that fell on her from time to time.

The woman fiddled with the small objects on the stall, turning her head from time to time to talk to the man behind her.

And the man's eyes followed the woman.

Passers-by who are not blind can see that this noble man's mind is all about this woman.

The woman goes shopping and the man pays the bill.

I don't know how many others I envy.

The woman didn't walk fast, and the two of them stopped and stopped, and it took a lot of time to walk down the street.

As he walked, Shen Qing was a little tired and stopped.

King Ling asked, "Are you tired?" Why don't you find a place to rest for a while? ”

She shook her head, turned her head, and saw a little girl standing on the corner not far away, selling something.

This little girl is only seven or eight years old, and she came out to make a living at such a young age, so she looks very cowardly.

I don't know if it was because she was afraid that pedestrians would take her belongings, so she put the goods she wanted to sell in a wooden box and whispered to passers-by.

There were so many pedestrians on the street that the noise drowned out her voice, and passers-by could not see what she was selling; Shen Qing stood for a while, but didn't see a passer-by come forward, and the little girl had a lost expression on her face.

"Let's go, let's go there and have a look." Shen Qing said.

There were so many people in the street that she reached out and took the hand of the person in front of her, and walked through the crowd towards the little girl.

Zhao Yan looked down at the hands of the two, and somehow, she remembered that many years ago, the two of them got lost in the mountains, and she also took her hand and walked forward like this.

At that time, the identity of this little girl was still his slave Zhao Fu.

Just as she was thinking about it, the woman let go of his hand and asked the little girl, "Little girl, what are you selling?" ”

Seeing that she was dressed well, and that she was obviously the wife of a rich family, the little girl did not dare to slack off in the slightest, so she quickly opened the lid of the wooden box, and replied: "It's forbidden to walk, Madame can see if you like it." ”

Shen Qing looked down and saw that the wooden box was full of forbidden steps, which was a common small accessory pinned to the waist of the girl's family, but almost everyone had one piece for each woman with some conditions.

Although these forbidden styles in front of me are simple, they are not the same.

Shen Qing curiously picked one up and looked at it, the workmanship was not bad.

"You did it all yourself?"

The girl shook her head: "My mother made it." ”

"Then why didn't your mother come to sell it, and let a little girl go to the street to sell it?" She asked curiously.

When the little girl heard this, she was saddened and said, "My mother told my father to break his leg and lie at home and can't get out......"

"Ah......?"

Shen Qing was stunned for a moment.

The little girl secretly glanced at Zhao Yan behind her, and saw his tall and cold appearance, and felt a little scared in her heart.

In the end, she still overcame her fear, and cautiously said to Shen Qing:

"Madame, you can buy one. If I can't sell these forbidden steps, my mother will be beaten by my father again. ”

Seeing this, Shen Qing felt a little heartache, she turned around and whispered in the ear of the man behind her: "Your Highness, today is Daughter's Day, should you, as the master, say something." ”

Zhao Yan was puzzled: Huh? snorted.

She continued: "In this way, you buy these forbidden steps and give one to every girl in Yeyun Courtyard, and it will be regarded as a holiday subsidy." ”

It was the first time Zhao Yan had heard of the name of this holiday subsidy, and he knew her intentions, so he said, "Whatever you want." ”

Getting his approval, Shen Qing was overjoyed, she smiled and stretched out her hand at him.

The smile on her face was charming and moving, and Zhao Yan was confused by her smile for a while, and unconsciously handed over his purse.

"Little girl, I want all these forbidden steps for you." As she spoke, she took out a gold ingot from her purse.

The little girl had never seen this golden thing, and she was immediately embarrassed: "Madam, this forbidden step is worth 300 Wen, and I don't have the money to find it for you." ”

"Your wooden box is good, it should be very valuable, and the rest should be bought this box."

As she spoke, she handed the gold ingots to the girl, took the wooden box from the girl's hand, and handed it to the man behind her.

(End of chapter)