"Come on, let's take a look."
"Today's snacks look so fresh—"
"Uncle, give me some of this—"
Bustling sounds floated in the air.
The weather is exceptionally good today.
When Ranchen and others followed Uncle Jinzhu into the city, the city was already bustling with people.
There are young men wearing masks, girls wearing magnolia flowers on their hair, young women carrying bamboo baskets, and children learning to talk.
You have to watch carefully even when walking, otherwise you may bump into the person next to you at any time.
"The leader will always arrange the prayer meeting on the day when we go to the market, so every time at this time, it will be more lively than in the past." Uncle Jinzhu said cheerfully, "Compared to the fact that you have never seen such a lively meeting in the Central Plains Scene."
While leading the way, he carefully pushed aside the crowd in front.
Ranchen was wearing a light cyan gown today, and the wooden stick in his hand was hidden in the blouse. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see it clearly. To outsiders, he was just an elegant and handsome young man. Walking on the ground.
"Abba."
A crisp voice sounded, and a waving girl ran towards them through the crowd.
"Oh, it's Si Miao."
The wrinkles in the corners of Uncle Jinzhu's eyes deepened as he smiled deeper. He took Si Miao's hand and said, "Baby, these girls are back to the market for the first time. I don't know what your girls like. You take them to go shopping. I Take these young men for a walk. We will meet at the prayer meeting later."
Sixteen-year-old Si Miao has a small but round face. Different from the healthy wheat-colored skin of ordinary women in southern Xinjiang, Si Miao looks a bit like the jade porcelain dolls sold in the market, with curved eyebrows. Two thick braids were braided along both sides, with magnolia flowers unique to this place stuck on them.
"Sister, you are so beautiful."
Si Miao, who was being held by Uncle Jinzhu, stared blankly at the woman in front of her, and suddenly said this.
Phew——
Gu Jianghe chuckled softly and looked at the little girl in front of him. For some reason, she thought of Yiyi from Yaowang Valley. Long time no see. I wonder how the little girl is doing and whether she has grown taller.
She reached out and touched Si Miao's head and said with a smile: "You are also very beautiful. You look healthy and lively."
"Sister, let me take you around. The market today is busier than usual."
For some reason, Gu Jianghe liked this girl from southern Xinjiang for no reason and let her hold his arm. Glancing at Ranchen beside him, the two looked at each other and nodded slightly. Gu Jianghe followed Si Miao's figure and ran to his side.
"Girl, wait for me."
Jiuxia and Qingyang quickly chased after him.
"Sister, do you think there is such a lively market in the Central Plains?"
After pushing through the layers of crowd, Gu Jianghe and the others discovered that the person surrounding them was actually a fire-breathing boy. The young man looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. He was wearing a Gebu garment unique to southern Xinjiang. His wheat-colored skin looked even brighter under the silver bracelet on his wrist. The young man held a torch in his hand, and with something unknown in his mouth, he sprayed it towards the torch.
call--
In an instant, the fire suddenly appeared——
good--
What was originally only a small flame received some mysterious power, and instantly a string of three people formed, with sparks flying everywhere. Thunderous applause immediately broke out from the crowd.
Even Qingyang and Jiuxia were attracted by Young Lang's performance and couldn't help but applaud.
Si Miao held Gu Jianghe's arm and asked curiously.
Sixteen-year-old Si Miao looked half a head shorter than Gu Jianghe. Gu Jianghe, who was originally attracted by the novel performance, turned his head slightly and lowered his head, smiling faintly, but he looked a little embarrassed: " I haven’t been out for a long time, so I don’t know if there is such a market in the Central Plains.”
"Ah, it's such a pity that my sister is so beautiful, but she stays at home all day."
Si Miao was a little surprised when she heard the answer, but when she turned around and thought about it, it was within her expectations.
I have always heard people in the city or in the village talk about the Han people, saying that Han girls never leave the house or step outside. They are all good-looking, but they are powerless. It seems that this is indeed the case, Si Miao pouted a little indignantly, such a good-looking sister is at home all day long, it seems that it is better for us, the girl can go anywhere.
Looking at the indignant Si Miao, even Jiu Xia who was standing aside was a little amused by this cute Miao Jiang girl and wanted to reach out and touch her head.
A burst of noise sounded from behind.
From the other end of the market, a wave of louder sounds rang out.
"King Nanyue is here."
"It's King Nanyue and his wife."
The crowd instantly became crowded.
The people who were originally surrounding the fire-breathing young man began to squeeze out when they heard the sound.
"ah--"
"girl--"
A rather strong aunt ran over in a hurry and bumped into Si Miao and Gu Jianghe with a "Peng" sound. The ensuing inertia separated Si Miao's hand from Gu Jianghe's arm.
"Sorry, sorry."
Maybe she wanted to look at King Nanyue anxiously, but the aunt turned around and said sorry and ran forward in a hurry, not even having time to pick up the fallen bamboo basket in her hand.
Si Miao herself was a bit petite, but when she was hit by the crowd, she couldn't stand and fell backwards. At this moment, Qingyang quickly grabbed her with quick eyes and hands. When Jiuxia beside him tried to grab the woman in a white gown, the crowd pushed them further and further away.
"ah……"
As a middle-aged man trotted past, he bumped into Gu Jianghe's arm. His already weak body suddenly became unsteady and fell backwards. At this time, his feet happened to hit a roadside stall. After all, he still couldn't stand firm and fell backwards.
It's over. After this fall, I'm afraid there will be bruises on my body that have lasted for a long time. Gu Jianghe closed his eyes and thought in despair.
The body fell into a warm embrace.
"Be careful." A low voice sounded in his ears.
A pair of pale and slender hands hugged her firmly, and a very faint scent of crabapple flowers came over.
It's him?
After the owner of his hands held her steady, Gu Jianghe saw his appearance clearly, or in other words, his mask.
The visitor was wearing a white-green robe, his hair was tightly wrapped in a square cloth unique to local men's hair, and he wore a wooden mask on his face.
"It's you, Mr. Wen."
The visitor stretched out his right hand and took off the wooden mask on his face. Under the wooden mask was the face of a young man. His complexion was pale, but his face was as handsome as a woman's. A pair of light-colored pupils looked bright in the sunlight. He looked towards Looking at Jianghe, only a smile appeared on his slightly bloody lips.
"Miss Gu is really awesome."
Gu Jianghe pointed at his arm: "You used the ointment I gave you. It smells like crabapple flowers."
Most crabapples in the world are bland and tasteless, but Gu Jianghe can distinguish the taste of crabapple flowers.
"I see."
Wen Jirou stretched out her left hand and tugged behind her ear. He pulled away a corner of the square cloth, and her long snow-white hair immediately slanted down.
His eyes moved and stayed on Gu Jianghe's hair.
The crabapple flower hairpin in her hair looks even more vivid under the bright sun.
Wen Jirou suddenly reached forward and pulled out the hairpin from Gu Jianghe's hair.
"what are you doing?"
Frightened by his sudden move, Gu Jianghe subconsciously touched his hairpin with his hand. The hairpin was nowhere to be found.
Wen Jirou threw down the mask in her hand, picked up the hair in her hand and put it on the back of her head. The originally messy hair became much neater, and the original red crabapple hairpin was spread out in the snow-white hair. More delicate and beautiful.
"Let me borrow the girl's hairpin."
Excited people were running past him one after another, and the shouts were still hovering in the air.
Gu Jianghe, who has been in Yaowang Valley for so many years, has long been accustomed to places with sparse crowds. When has she ever seen such a lively battle? When she was a little dazed, a cold hand held her hand.
"You're not suitable for this, come with me."
In the noisy environment, Wen Jirou bent down and spoke in her ear.
By some strange coincidence, Gu Jianghe let him hold his hand and gradually moved away from this noisy place.
On the other side of the market, Ranchen and others were also overwhelmed by the commotion and were unable to move.
Uncle Jinzhu said with some embarrassment: "I'm really sorry, because King Nanyue will also come to the prayer meeting. People in the nearby village don't have the chance to see him on weekdays, so apart from the leader, the person he most wants to see is King Nanyue. "
"It doesn't matter." There is always a calm look between Ranchen's eyebrows. He is afraid that he will fall down because his legs and feet are not very convenient, and he is blocked by Nan Liyu in front of him. He is obviously squeezed into the corner. Somewhat unable to move, he spoke out to comfort the somewhat embarrassed guide in front of him.
Looking at the enthusiastic people in front of him, Ranchen frowned slightly, lowered his head and touched Nan Liluo who was standing next to him, and whispered in his ear: "Liluo, go and see where Miss Gu and the others are. The crowd is so chaotic. I'm a little worried."
"Okay. I'll go right away." Nan Liluo nodded, pushed through the crowd of people, and walked out.
At this time, Qingyang, who originally wanted to catch Si Miao, helplessly watched this cute and cute Miao girl being scattered by the crowd. Although Qingyang was not as delicate as ordinary women, she was surrounded by ordinary people. It also made her afraid to use any force, so she could only stumble along helplessly with the crowd.
A strong force grabbed Qingyang's wrist and pulled her into his arms.
The sudden accident caused Qingyang's left hand to reflexively grab the dagger at his waist.
At this moment, another hand covered her hand that wanted to grab the dagger, and the warmth from the palm of her hand spread to her hand.
"Qingyang, it's me."
She looked up and saw a pair of shining eyes.
