The vendor took out a mask with a red plum on its right wing and handed it over, saying: "This is only worn by women. The one worn by girls is worn by men, so this one needs to be smaller."
Nangong Mingyu quickly took it off, but it got stuck on the hairpin, "Man'er, help me quickly."
Wei Mingfeng held Man'er back, "Yun Shu, Man'er, you also choose one, Mr. Jing's treat."
The two maids were pulled by Wei Mingfeng to choose masks. On the other side, Nangong Mingyu was embarrassed. Jian Qingyang was closest to her and had to take off the mask for her: "I'll help Mr. Mingyu take it."
When he got closer, he discovered that there was a faint fragrance of plum blossoms on Princess Mingyu's body. His fingertips accidentally touched her earlobe, which also felt soft. Normally, he would be very close to her when he was teaching her to practice swordsmanship, but this had never occurred to her before. A throbbing heartbeat.
"Wear this one, don't want the other one." Jian Qingyang said.
Wei Mingfeng had quick eyes and hands, snatched them together, put them in Jian Qingyang's hands, and said to Nangong Jing: "Mr. Jing, we have made our choice. Please pay the money together."
"It's not easy for people to do business. Master, you don't want to spoil everyone's interest." Wei Mingfeng deliberately provoked him.
Jian Qingyang awkwardly picked up the other butterfly mask and said, "You are the most talkative."
Nangong Jing couldn't do anything to her, so he actually paid the money himself, usually with guards following him to pay.
A few people handed the carriage to the guards, walked around a few times, and finally found a restaurant to eat. After the meal, it was getting dark, and the flow of people on the street was getting bigger and bigger. Wei Mingfeng was having a great time. , and had a great time eating.
"It's getting dark, it's time to send them back." Nangong Jing said.
"Isn't the Ghost Festival the most lively at night? We haven't put out the river lanterns yet, and we haven't visited the night market in the capital yet... The most important thing is that we haven't had enough fun yet."
Seeing that she was starting again, Nangong Jing said firmly: "It's very dangerous outside. I can't rely on you this time."
"What is that sound? Is it like the street performers on TV?" Wei Mingfeng heard the sound of gongs and drums and looked for the sound. As expected, there were many people crowded over there. She pulled Yun Shu over and put on a mask on her face. Wearing a mask, he disappeared from Nangong Jing's sight in a flash.
Wei Mingfeng was small, like a loach, and there were so many people. In an instant, she disappeared. Nangong Jing quickly asked the guards to look for her. Because Princess Mingyu was there, Jian Qingyang couldn't leave.
After a while, a group of people got separated. Jian Qingyang felt much more at ease and said: "Mingyu, follow me closely. If one of them gets separated after dark, it will be troublesome."
Nangong Mingyu felt his hand being held by him, and her head immediately stopped making decisions. She nodded blankly: "Okay." In fact, she didn't want to go back. She also wanted to put out river lanterns to pray for her deceased mother.
On the other side, Wei Mingfeng squeezed in and took a look, only to realize that it was not jugglers but literati who wrote poems to win lanterns.
I saw countless lanterns of various styles and patterns on the table.
Someone explained: "Whoever writes the best poem will win the top lantern. The store has also prepared a lantern guessing contest."
Wei Mingfeng looked closely and saw a lotus lantern, which was very delicately made and brightly colored. The most important thing was that there was a man, a woman, and two little flower girls on it.
She couldn't help but think to herself: "The craftsmanship is really good."
Wei Mingfeng's mind was spinning very quickly. With so many lanterns, the store would definitely not give them all away for free. There were many smart people in the ancients. They used to give away the best lanterns to attract people, and they could always keep people to buy the remaining lanterns. , which is also considered a means of marketing.
