A childhood sweetheart cannot bear the love of a bamboo horse

Chapter 25

The competition hasn't started yet, but look at the excitement, there are a lot of people gathered, there are a little bit of all kinds of people who are working in agriculture, industry and commerce.Gradually, holding the falling fan and shaking it, there are more and more handsome young scholars, sons, maidservants and beautiful ladies with aloof temperament.

Little Bihe blinked her eyes, a little dazzled, her silly face was red, she was very cute in the sun, if outsiders were not as good as her, who would know that she was a fool?

After a while, she pulled Qing'er up and turned around in the crowd.

Today the little guy looks extraordinarily clumsy, bumping into people from time to time, but fortunately the other party is usually a gentle and gentle young scholar, an apology is enough, but he showed a sullen expression, when he saw Qing'er's beautiful appearance He will also be stunned and unable to say anything to question, and he can't lose his composure in front of the "beautiful woman" even if he puts on a facade.

"Miss, be careful." Qing'er reminded.He watched her carefully, but sometimes it was unexpected.

She obviously ran forward, but why did she move to the left all of a sudden?
It seems to be turning to the right, but it suddenly hits the front?Either hit this person or that person.

Afterwards, most of these people's expressions were awkward and weird, and several of them were sullen but didn't dare to show it too obviously.

A trace of doubt arose in Qing'er's heart.Today's He'er is a little abnormal, that is, she is no longer as shy as usual, and hides behind herself when she sees people.

At this time, the game was about to start, and the participants entered the field one after another.The old gentlemen, masters and painters of several academies hosted by the sponsor sat on the stage, drinking tea and snacks, and admiring the paintings brought by talented scholars and beauties.

Little Bihe was probably tired from playing, so she squatted outside the rope and looked into the arena like everyone else.

She quietly raised her chin with her small hand, staring blankly at a young luthier on the stage.He has a handsome appearance, is dressed in white, and sits in front of the piano with an indifferent expression, his eyes are deep and deep, as if no one present can enter them.

Listening to the discussion of the people nearby, when the zither sounds, the competition begins, and when the zither sounds stop, the painting time ends.

(End of this chapter)