Instead of going back to do nothing and being too bored later, it is better to take advantage of the early lights to go to the night market and find something to eat to fill the temple first, so as not to have the side effect of not eating on time in the middle of the night-hungry.

Jiang Fenghao, who is also a foodie, highly agreed with He Xiaoqiao's proposal, so the two of them turned their feet and went directly to Dongdajie.

The wind is a little cool at night, but even if the cold air is strong, the night market on East Street will become hot immediately.

During the day, Dongdajie is only occupied by merchants who do business here, and at night it is the time when the itinerant vendors shine.

There is no curfew in the Dayan Dynasty, as long as it is without disturbing the people, even ordinary people can play as late as they want.

Seeing that winter nights are more commercial, the late vendors began to try to set up stalls at night to sell hot drinks and food to those who returned late, making a small fortune for the convenience of others.

Coming and going, not only do the people who live nearby like to come out to forage for supper, but even the girls in the Qinglou on Zhilan Street next door love to buy some special snacks at night to relieve fatigue and warm their stomachs.

With the increasing number of people who go out for night tours at night, with the acquiescence of the imperial court, hawkers have also flocked to Dongdajie at night, and slowly formed the largest night market in Beijing today.

At first, it was just selling hot food, and later even handicrafts, grain and oil, needlework, embroidery, lanterns, paper umbrellas, calligraphy and paintings, etc. also appeared one after another, and some vendors lit torches on the street so that everyone could play with pitchers, archery and rings more conveniently, and even some stalls launched performances such as drilling fire rings and taking big tops in order to attract attention.

Not only that, but now there are also special stalls selling cold drinks in the summer, and business is even more popular.

People who live in the capital are accustomed to going around the night market at night, even if they don't want to eat, they can go to the fun and watch the performances and be happy.

"It smells so good!" Even if you come every day, you won't get tired of it!

He Xiaoqiao sniffed, and dragged Jiang Fenghao's clothes to look left and right, very excited.

The aroma of various foods is mixed in the air heated by the fire, not to mention the most popular stinky tofu, noodles, steamed buns and dumplings wontons, as well as various pasta dishes such as fire roast, hu cakes, pot helmets, fried noodles and fish, as for desserts, there are red date cakes, mung bean cakes, sweet rice sausages, wine-stuffed meatballs, sugar gourds, etc., and even some set up a fire to sell roast donkey meat.

In short, dazzling,

There is a long queue in front of each food stall, almost crowding the entire East Street Night Market, which is really popular, and it can't be more prosperous!

The things they bought in the alley before had already been sent back to the house with the help of the shadow guards, and the two who were tired of walking simply found a small tea stall near the street to rest.

The freshly brewed hot tea is placed on the table, and the heat rises in the large tea bowl that can only be touched by two hands, and the tea is fragrant.

He Xiaoqiao sat at the table with Erniang's legs crossed domineeringly, holding a skewer of fried noodle fish with one hand and shaking it lightly, and biting a sugar gourd in his mouth, which Jiang Fenghao stuffed over.

"Mmmmmm

He Xiaoqiao glared angrily, don't let her solve what she doesn't want to eat!

Jiang Fenghao calmly ignored her protests, turned around and gave her a smile that captivated the country and the city, "Good, I'll take you to catch fireflies after eating." ”

Fireflies, your uncle! Where do fireflies come from this season?

Thinking of this, He Xiaoqiao was crazy all kinds of things, when she saw someone putting river lanterns before, she just mentioned in passing, 'Fireflies are a necessary weapon for men and women to date and play romance', and he really remembered it - and since just now, he has taken it out and used it on all kinds of occasions regardless of season!

The sugar gourd in his indignant mouth was Jiang Fenghao's head, squeaking and biting hard, He Xiaoqiao tilted his head vigorously, "Hmph!" ”

"Beware of twisting your neck." Jiang Fenghao, who no longer likes to do to others, held back a smile, and calmly reached out to pull her head back.

"......" He Xiaoqiao burst into tears.

Selling cuteness and selling gentle gods, you are enough surnamed Jiang!

The two sat for a while, and there were three more dusty men sitting next to them, tall, short, fat and thin, looking at the big baggage they were carrying and the shoes that were almost worn out, they should be foot merchants who have been away all year round.

One of the older men put down his burden and shouted loudly, "Boss, hurry up and serve a bowl of hot tea to all three of our brothers, and then twelve big meat buns, we are hungry!" ”

"Okay, three bowls of hot tea and twelve big meat buns, I'll be here soon." The owner of the tea stall repeated it enthusiastically, picked up twelve buns with his hands and feet and sent them to the table, and the proprietress followed the climate to deliver hot tea.

"It's finally home!" The man who spoke just now sighed, and took a big sip of the tea bowl with satisfaction, "Fortunately, I was able to enter the city in time, if it was a little later, it would be really sad to be locked outside." ”

"yes, I'm glad I caught up." Another thin man with high cheekbones also looked like he was concerned, "If it weren't for the fact that Fourth Brother Liu's family was about to enter the city, maybe we would have to nest at the gate of the city and eat dry food now!" ”

After that, he couldn't help laughing, and continued, "After a few days of harvest sacrifice, our brothers will sell the goods they got this time, and they will be able to have a good rest." ”

The other two nodded in agreement, "That's true." ”

Harvest Offerings?

He Xiaoqiao, who smelled the gossip information, pricked up his ears in a hurry, for fear that he had missed any important 'otherworldly knowledge' that had not been popularized by science.

Jiang Fenghao on the side seemed to see her doubts, "The harvest festival is a ceremony held every year on the first day of December to thank God for his gifts in the past year. ”

It doesn't sound like the Mid-Autumn Festival.

He Xiaoqiao pursed his lips, and his enthusiasm that was about to burst suddenly decreased by half, "...... Is it lively? ”

"It's lively," Jiang Fenghao nodded, "It's more lively than other festivals." ”

Hey?!

He Xiaoqiao suddenly came to his senses, and was about to ask carefully, but he didn't expect the next table to take a break and start chatting again.

"By the way, they all say that this year's harvest festival has that...... The Hundred Flowers or the Ten Thousand Flowers Parade is coming," the older man asked vaguely as he stuffed the bun into his mouth, "Have you heard of it?" ”

"What kind of parade of flowers, I haven't heard of it at all," the fattest one among the three was also a mouthful of buns and a sip of tea, and asked He Xiaoqiao what he was thinking, "What is that?" ”

"I heard that there is a flower festival in Jinling, and a flower parade will be held on the day of the festival," the thin and dry man was also confused, "Our flower parade here should be the same, right?" ”

"Of course not!" The older man vetoed it, and then shook his legs proudly and explained, "You don't understand, the Hundred Flowers Parade doesn't mean those ordinary flowers and plants, let me tell you, it's a grand event for the girls of the entire Zhilan Street to go out and parade together." ”

Zhilan Street, such a dusty name, is it ......

He Xiaoqiao blinked, and soon made an equation translation between the two-

Parade of Flowers = Red Light District Lost Women's Joint Parade?

He Xiaoqiao's conjecture was quickly confirmed.

The thin and dry man and his friend both showed covetous looks, and the fat man even subconsciously wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, "It turned out to be the coquettish girls of Zhilan Street, no wonder they want to be called 'Hundred Flowers' - all of them wear so little, isn't it all 'white flowers'." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the thin and dry man said two more meat jokes, which made everyone else laugh.

After collecting the information he wanted, He Xiaoqiao didn't pay attention to the rest of the words.

turned her head to look at Jiang Fenghao, but saw that he looked like he was fine, and slowly finished solving the roast donkey meat that she couldn't eat, as if she hadn't heard the conversation of the three people at all.

It is estimated that He Xiaoqiao's inquiring gaze was too strong, Jiang Fenghao was inexplicable, subconsciously reached out and touched his nose, and then handed over a string of spare sugar gourds, "Come to a string?" ”

He Xiaoqiao's reaction was to directly throw him a big eye, "You can keep it for yourself, I'm all over." ”

The belly is all bigger, and then stuffing it into it is the rhythm of death.

"So what are you going to do now?" Jiang Fenghao blinked, and Bei'er looked at her innocently, "Go back directly?" ”

He Xiaoqiao tilted his head and thought for a moment, then nodded decisively, "Okay." ”

I've had enough to play and eat, so it's better to go back and take a hot bath.

"Let's go."

Putting the tea money on the table, Jiang Fenghao stood up and stretched out his hand towards He Xiaoqiao, who first shook it, then smiled and bent his eyes, and quickly put his hand in his generous palm, "Let's go, let's go." ”

Holding hands twice in a row in one day, although it is not the most intimate contact, He Xiaoqiao has a strange little joy in his heart, fluttering as if he is about to fly - is this the legendary ultra-high-end love experience electrocution?

It feels so good!

"Be careful!"

After the bustling crowd walked for a while, Jiang Fenghao suddenly reminded in a low voice, without waiting for He Xiaoqiao to react, as soon as he stretched out his hand to grab her waist, he easily picked up the person and moved it from the left hand side to the right side, directly avoiding the reckless collision of several children who were chasing each other and getting carried away.

"What's wrong?" He Xiaoqiao, who was confused, blinked, and didn't understand what was going on at all.

"Nothing."

Jiang Fenghao glanced up at the front, as if he had seen something he didn't want to see, his beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed, the smile on his face remained the same, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

"Didn't you say your stomach was uncomfortable?" quickly turned He Xiaoqiao around, and couldn't help but pull her in the opposite direction, "Weifu suddenly remembered that there is a shop specializing in appetizing hawthorn tea not far from here, let's go have a bowl." ”

Nani?! Hawthorn tea?

Are you sure it's really okay to drink this on a big night?

He Xiaoqiao just wanted to ask, but Jiang Fenghao didn't give her a chance to speak at all, a string of sugar gourds was stuffed over, and she could only stare and was forced to 'silence'.

He Xiaoqiao, who was forced to go to find hawthorn tea to drink, didn't notice it at all, just a few dozen meters away from where the two of them were standing just now, there was a man in white with an excellent temperament sitting on the tea stall drinking tea quietly.

hanger-like figure, thin and tall, the dim light illuminates his delicate and perfect side face like a knife, the bridge of the nose is high, the chin is resolute, and the thin lips are a little less bloody, looking a little indifferent.

The slender fingers rested on the teapot, and the body of the teapot touched by the fingertips was slowly getting colder.

Is it the same with the human heart?

Turning his head and looking at the high-rise buildings that could still be seen a few streets away, a trace of complex and incomprehensible emotions flashed in the eyes of the man in white, who was as silent as a deep pool, raised his hand and pressed it lightly in front of his forehead, and a low sigh that was almost inaudible escaped from his throat.

This sound almost crushed the hearts of all the big girls and little daughters-in-law who were hiding around and secretly staring at him with admiring eyes.

What kind of tricky things are bothering people who make the fairy-like person in front of him show such a melancholy look?

"Your Excellency?"

The middle-aged man standing a few steps behind him, with two mustaches on his lips, immediately stepped forward and asked nervously, "Is it ......?"

"I'm fine." The man in white lowered his eyelids and whispered, his voice hoarse and low.

The long hem of his clothes hung down at his side, serene and serene, and the night breeze playfully lifted a strand of long hair that fell on his forehead, swaying leisurely and caressing his eyebrows and eyes.

“…… It's getting late, so let's go back. ”

"Yes."