Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

The hand of the old man who kneaded the dough man was very flexible. He glanced at Yun qingrang, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. He kneaded and said, "the little old man kneaded the dough man for decades. It's the first time I've seen him like your husband for decades. Madam, can I pinch one for your husband?"

my husband?

This word is so magical that it makes her heart swing.

Xia Qingluo blushed with shame and didn't know how to refute the stall owner's words, so she looked at Xiang Yunqing with some laughter.

Yunqing asked to lift up the corners of her mouth with a peaceful voice, "no, just pinch one for her."

The old man kneaded his face quickly.

It's very similar, and it's a little exaggerated. It's fat and very cute.

Xia Qingluo is holding a face like a work of art and can't put it down.

But suddenly said to the old man, "you're pinching one, just like him."

"OK, wait a minute." the old man's business came, and the young man opposite looked good. It was the first time he saw him, so he was happy and hurried to pinch it.

Yunqing frowned. He is the God in heaven and is very old.

Now he is noumenon and has not done any illusion.

If the old man in this world kneads dough like him, he is a man with deep blessing. Fortunately, if the blessing is not deep, it will hurt him.

Xia Qingluo naturally doesn't understand these principles.

But the look on her face was extremely excited.

His eyes were shining under the yellow lights.

If you stop, I don't know if Xia Qingluo will turn against him on the spot.

He turned his mind and helplessly stretched out his hand, "old man, give me the mud."

The old man who pinched the dough was stunned at first, and then handed the dough to Yun qingrang with a smile, "young master, will you too?"

Yunqing asked him not to speak and took the dough.

Xia Qingluo looked at Yun qingrang blankly and just pinched out a clay figurine a few times.

No magic.

Kind of like him.

Yunqing asks Xia Qingluo to lift up the corner of her mouth and look at it. Then she takes the one in Xia Qingluo's hand and compares it with each other. Then she hands it to Xia Qingluo.

"Young master, you are very powerful." the old man who made the dough thumbed up and praised.

"This is silver. Take it." Yunqing asked to give the old man a dime of silver.

"Too much. I don't have any change for you." the old man was a little embarrassed.

"No." Yunqing let a faint smile and took Xia Qingluo away from the noodle stall.

Xia Qingluo looked at the two clay dolls in front of her and smiled.

"Put it up first."

"HMM." Xia Qingluo nodded. Both hands were occupied by clay figurines. It's really a little inconvenient.

So, when people don't pay attention, they put it into the space.

The crowd in front was bustling.

But I don't know why, there is always a meter gap in front of and behind them.

Xia Qingluo thinks it's Yunqing's move.

Finally came to the open space by the lake.

On the Bank of Mingyang lake, there is a faint fragrance of osmanthus.

At dusk, there was a drizzle here. At this time, the fog on the lake was dense, and the newly rising curved moon shrouded here with a layer of gauze.

In the distance, there were waves and lights.

The painted boats are scattered like stars, floating on the lake.

Little candles fell in the lake. I don't know whether it was heaven or earth.

A gentle man was talking with his companions on the shore. When he saw the clear clouds of Yushu Linfeng, his eyes flashed a surprise.

Busy and the people around him made a gesture to ask people to clean up here a little.

So as not to disturb uncle Huang's interest.