Feng Ming defies the sky: prostitutes do not become concubines

"Old man, you misunderstood, we are not..." Shui Ningyan wanted to explain, but Xiao Yihan chuckled, and said before Shui Ningyan: "Thank you, old man. Xin Yi." Turning to look at Xin Yi, he Immediately know how to take out the money to pay him.

After walking a few steps, Shui Ningyan saw a pair of colorful dolls in all the booths at a glance.Walking up slowly, Shui Ningyan stared at the pair of dolls for a long time, but turned her head and left without saying a word.

At that moment, she remembered that she had the same two dolls in her previous life, one male and one female.It was given to her by Baili Yuxi when she was pregnant.

Today, things are different and people are different, and the scenery is still there, but people's moods are already different.

She couldn't help thinking of what the old man said just now, and felt a little sad in her heart.

As if guessing what Shui Ningyan was thinking, Xiao Yihan took Shui Ningyan's hand and continued walking forward with a slight smile on his lips.

Shui Ningyan looked sideways at Xiao Yihan, seeing that his expression was calm, and he did not break free from his hand, letting her hold it.

Such a handsome and noble young master, holding a face mask in his hand, really makes people feel a little uncomfortable and a little funny.

A smile could not help showing on his face, Xiao Yihan looked at her puzzled, but saw that Shui Ningyan's eyes were attracted by the sugar ball beside him.

"Brother, bring me two skewers." Xiao Yihan smiled faintly, stepped forward and handed a tael of silver to the sugar ball seller, and said with a faint smile.

For some reason, Shui Ningyan always felt that it was indescribably awkward for someone like Xiao Yihan to appear on this street.Perhaps it was because he was too indifferent and more spotless than Helan Mosu's evil spirit, which made her feel that these actions were not suitable for him.

Seeing Xiao Yihan take the sugar ball from the little brother and hand it to herself, Shui Ningyan smiled at him faintly, feeling something wrong in her heart, but didn't investigate it carefully.

While eating the sugar ball in her hand, Shui Ningyan ate a lot of snacks, until she really couldn't eat any more, then she and Xiao Yihan walked around the street.

Shui Ningyan secretly compared him with Helan Mosu.

He was really different from Helan Mosu, he didn't care because it was a roadside snack, he ate it when she told him to eat it, even though Xin Yi frowned and dissuaded him, saying that Xiao Yihan's body was not suitable for eating these things, but he With a noncommittal smile: "Then what do I eat? What don't I eat?"

One sentence blocked Xin Yi's mouth, and both of them enjoyed the warmth of this moment.

Under the reflection of colorful lanterns everywhere, everything on the street seems to be a bit mysterious because of this color.

At the side, a blind old man in Taoist robe caught Shui Ningyan's attention in the vast crowd. He was holding a white sail with the word fortune-telling written on it, sitting there as if there was no one around.

It wasn't surprising at first, but the two big black fortune-telling characters were written vigorously. At first glance, it looked like someone who had practiced calligraphy for a long time could write it. It was also because of my limited calligraphy practice. Can write, but it is far inferior to those famous handwriting.

So she has a respect for people who can write well.

But she only paused, took a look, and was about to walk over.

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