"Ugh."

Ye Xiuyan looked at the iron bow that was erected taller than herself, her little face collapsed, and she wanted to fall back again with a wail.

Lin Jingcheng was in a flash, blocking behind her.

"Yan Ya is still young, and she can't pull the big iron bow."

The sword was amused, and smiled to help: "Let her practice with a small bow first, and then it's not too late to change when she grows up." ”

"Uh-huh."

Ye Xiuyan glanced at the sword gratefully and nodded vigorously.

"Nope."

Lin Jingcheng condensed a handsome face and pretended to be stern: "Swordsmanship and archery must be practiced hard from an early age, no one can take shortcuts and get something for nothing." ”

Ye Xiuyan rolled her eyes.

Oh yes, this guy is definitely taking revenge on her.

Hey, it's all the female ghosts!

"Buy both bows."

The waiter was funny to read, and his always tight face smiled out of folds: "The young master doesn't buy a small bow, and the white eyes of the girl are about to turn to the sky." ”

"Hahaha."

The sword squire held the sword in his arms and laughed.

*

The prince spoils the little girl, and the two attendants know it.

Laughing and joking, sure enough, the prince had already paid the bill and put the two bows, one large and one small, into the storage ring.

Before going out, I bought another short sword, which was called a sword for the little girl to practice sword defense.

The bow, sword, and ink are all there, and there is still a musical instrument to your liking, a silver needle, and a foal.

"Yan girl, what instrument do you want to learn?"

The group came to the only musical instrument workshop in the county, Lin Jingcheng pointed to the dazzling array of goods, and motioned for the little girl to pick at will.

"The little girl learns the piano well."

The sword didn't wait for Ye Xiuyan to choose, and spoke first: "The fairy spirit is fluttering, the tracks are flying, and then play a song of fairy music, just like a Lingbo fairy descending to earth, beautiful." ”

"In my opinion, it's better to learn the piano than to learn the flute."

The waiter rewarded him with a roll of his eyes, and habitually retorted: "The flute is easy to carry, the skill is great, and you can also replace the sword with the flute and kill the Quartet." ”

"It's boring for girls to fight and kill."

Shi Jian insisted on what he had seen: "The little girl who is fragrant and soft should be raised in the boudoir, drinking and composing poems, and the wind and snow." ”

"It's good to learn the flute."

The waiter's face darkened and he glared at him.

"It's good to learn the piano."

The sword was not convinced, and glared back.

The two stared at each other and were at a stalemate.

"Yan girl."

Lin Jingcheng rubbed his eyebrows and looked away: "You decide for yourself, choose the instrument that suits you best, and don't care about other people's ideas." ”

"Well, me."

Ye Xiuyan had her own plans, and said with a smile: "I want to learn suona." ”

"Huh?"

The servant and the sword exclaimed in unison: "Why do you want to learn suona? ”

"Because ......."

Ye Xiuyan smiled playfully and gave an unexpected answer: "No!" ”

Waiter: "......."

Squire: "......."

Two cold sweats dripped from the back of his head.

"If you like it, buy suona."

Lin Jingcheng beckoned, called the guy to the front, and personally chose suona for her.

After a stick of incense, Ye Xiuyan held her favorite suona, dangled two cute maid hairpins, and happily walked out of the musical instrument workshop.

*

The purchase of silver needles in the pharmacy was particularly smooth, and the shopkeeper saw that Lin Jingcheng had an extraordinary demeanor, so he did not hesitate to take out the treasures of the pharmacy, a set of one hundred and eight, with different lengths and thicknesses, complete specifications, and silver needles made of sterling silver.

Ye Xiuyan asked for another set of cupping tools and a large number of medicinal herbs.

Lin Jingcheng doesn't understand medical science, what does the little girl want to buy, and the action of beckoning the sword to pay the bill when settling the settlement is particularly chic in the eyes of the shopkeeper.