After traveling through the book, I am busy as a dog. Shaoqing, can you do it?

Seeing Pang Mi burst into tears, Feng Shuang panicked.

"Why are you crying again?"

Pang Mi: “I’m touched.”

……

Feng Shuang thinks...

It is said that women are like water, but now it seems that water is nothing but men, okay?

She couldn't stand such a sentimental person with well-developed tear glands, so she glanced at Shen Qingqian, but she saw her pointing to the freezer not far away...

He immediately understood what I meant and said, "It's much better to treat us to small milk cakes than to drink tea."

Then Pang Mi looked at the hero in his heart with his rabbit eyes.

The tall and strong man had no objection at all.

To him, Shen Qingqian is his weather vane.

Later, several people each held up a small, old-fashioned milk cake and squeezed into the crowd to watch the show.

The two men took off their masks, but still wore sunglasses and baseball caps. With the surrounding lights flashing dazzlingly, most of the attention of the people in front and behind them was on the attic of Mr. Wang's house, and no one noticed them.

Shen Qingqian raised her eyes slightly and just in time saw him taking a bite of the snow-white milk cake.

He tilted his head back, his protruding Adam's apple rolled a few times as he swallowed, and his fingers holding the milk cake stick were slightly bent.

His fingers were long and slender, which gave him a sense of casual control over whatever he was holding.

Feeling the gaze, Diwuxun glanced at her indifferently.

The man in her sunglasses, the dazzling light reflected on his face, outlining his jaw with sharp edges.

The crowd was a little restless because the lights were turned on in the attic of Mr. Wang's house.

The rows of red lanterns are particularly festive, making the dark sky look like it was dyed with large patches of red plum blossoms.

The red plum blossoms are in full bloom, and a cheerful and lively BGM sounds.

The leaves cut the red plum blossoms into more scattered pieces, which fell into the noisy crowd.

As an extremely heroic laugh of “Hahahaha…” was heard, the attic door slowly opened.

Several servants who hid clothes walked out in a row from both ends of the door and stood against the wall.

A gentleman who was over forty years old, wearing gorgeous clothes and a crown on his head, and who looked very wealthy, came out with his arms bent.

He looked dramatically from one end of the attic to the other, and said in a clear voice while moving his steps, "My fellow villagers, I am Mr. Wang, and I have a daughter who is 28 years old and waiting to be married. With the emperor's permission, I am here to throw a ball to recruit a husband! I also hope that good young men and unmarried men will stay and gather in front of this building to try their luck. My daughter will come out soon!"

After saying this, the master stepped back and stood aside.

An attendant shouted, "Lan'er, please come in, Miss!"

"I'm coming!" A few breaths after the crisp voice fell, a girl with a slim figure and two buns came out in small steps.

She looked downstairs for several times, then bowed her head to the master beside her and said, "Grandpa, my young lady has never left the house since she was a child. Today, so many handsome young men came at once, and the young lady is too shy to come out."

"Hey, what are you talking about? Today is a great day bestowed by the Emperor. You can't act like a child. Go and ask for more!"

Ding ding ding ding, another burst of BGM started, and the old man rambled on, "Don't look at my plain appearance, but my daughter takes after my wife, who is so beautiful that she can make fish sink to the bottom of the water and geese fall to the ground, and she is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting! Young talents, what can you imagine?"

The crowd was very cooperative, and the word "want" they shouted was simply deafening.

Shen Qingqian originally wanted to ask Diwu Xun if he wanted to rush in and give it a try.

When she looked up, she saw that he was still staring at her.

Don't ask her how she could tell through those dark sunglasses?

Just ask, she will know.

The night breeze was blowing gently, but it was blocked by the crowd and felt a little hot.

There was a hint of coldness at the corner of Diwuxun's mouth, which made his whole face have an ascetic beauty.

Her face was red, and she didn't plan to ask. Just as she was about to look at Miss Wang who had come out, Feng Shuang spoke up, "Would you like to make a bet?"

"What?" Pang Mi asked.

"I bet Miss Wang will throw the hydrangea to our side."

"!"

"..."

"..."

Let’s just say that most people can’t follow Feng Shuang’s train of thought.

Pang Mi was very confused, "Sister Shuang, where do you get your confidence from?"

Feng Shuang pointed at Miss Wang in the attic, who was looking forward to something, looking around, and her eyes were rolling, and asked, "Do you think she is blind?"

“…No.”

Feng Shuang asked again, "Look at this crowd again, what do you find?"

"..."

"!"

...Looking from a high place among the huge crowd, the "standing out from the crowd" Diwuxun is indeed quite eye-catching!

Not to mention that he always exudes an eye-catching temperament.

No matter if it's because of liking or being attracted to someone, the person on the platform, if he is not short-sighted, will definitely be attracted by such a person.

Miss Wang's eyes were full of flirtatiousness. The hydrangea in her hand was round and plump. She was about to throw it this way, then lowered her eyes and shook her head at the maid, then raised it to look at it that way, and shyly revealed her daughter's red. She looked left and right, and tried to compete with the spectators below...

"Do you want to bet?" Feng Shuang asked, staring at the hydrangea.

"If you don't bet on throwing it, I'll bet with you." Pang Mi also stared at the hydrangea.

"..."

Feng Shuang turned around when he heard it and asked, "Have you made it?"

Then, Diwu Xun tilted his head and said to Shen Qingqian, "Qian, do you want to be Miss Wang for once?"

"what?"

"?"

"..."

The three were confused, only to see Diwuxun stretch out his arm and catch a large ball that was red, golden, and had countless tassels.

In the attic, Miss Wang, with her face half covered, shyly returned to her room.

Under the attic, the crowd crowded and clung to each other, all looking towards where the hydrangea had gone.

Diwu Xun was calm and looked at Shen Qingqian beside him, and asked again, "Do you want to be Miss Wang once?"

Wang Yuanwai said excitedly in the stands, "I have a few words to ask this young master."

"..." Diwu Xun raised his eyes.

The official then asked, "May I ask your name, sir?"

Diwu Xun did not answer, but bent down and whispered in Shen Qingqian's ear, with a voice of grievance floating softly, "Do you want to watch me marry another woman?"

"..." Shen Qingqian's ears felt hot.

In the crowd, some people with a curious mind saw that the young man holding the hydrangea didn't say anything, but was holding hands with a woman and talking to her. They started to make a noise and shouted, "Hahaha, brother, your girlfriend doesn't agree? Why don't you give me the hydrangea?"

"You can give it to me! My wife is easy to talk to!"

"..."

Shen Qingqian's cheeks also began to feel hot.

But it’s not because of what those people said. She doesn’t care what those people say.

Looking at Diwuxun in front of her, she grabbed the collar of his T-shirt and said coquettishly, "Diwuxun, listen carefully, you can only be my husband!"

The corners of Diwuxun's pursed lips finally moved.