Qingluo Jinghe

Chapter 8

Ning Xuan is not in a hurry to go back to the villa, the rivers and lakes have been calm recently, and there is no sign of chaos in the last years of the Bai Dynasty.

The two girls took to the street with swords and daggers. Jingzhao has strengthened law and order since Qingluo's accident, let alone causing any troubles.

The owner bought some snacks, the west bought some sweet soup, and went to the teahouse to rest when tired.

Looking down from the second floor of the teahouse, Qingluo saw the street stall—it said that if you hit the target, you can choose a gift, and even took the white-haired fox, which is very rare in Jingzhao City, as a Jackpot.

With a sweep of the eyes, the white fox has no stray hairs on its body. Wherever it lies down, Qingluo can sympathize with those emperors who have been criticized by obscure history books.

The fox screamed as if being bullied by someone, and the aggrieved sobs could be heard from the cage across the street.

"Princess, it would be a novelty to win that fox back and roast it." You can't blame Qingye for its delicious food. Before coming to Qing's house, I suffered a lot from eating and drinking, so I can't be short-mouthed now.

In the past two days, Ning Xuan saw that Qingye was extremely hostile, and always felt that the attack on his junior sister had a lot to do with Qingye's carelessness.

Not to mention anything else, at least Qingye is three or two years older than her junior sister, so she should have some predictions about these dangerous things...

What Qingye said just now, Ning Xuan really wanted to say a few words to express his dissatisfaction.After all, even if there is a lack of son, he is always a little childish.

Thinking of what Qingpu said, Ning Xuan was also unwilling to touch on those sad things of others, so he slandered in his heart, but he had no words in the end.

"Ye Zi, don't you think it's more interesting to keep a fox at home?" Looking at the fox across the street, Qing Luo put down a copper coin, pulled Qing Ye and stood up, "The empress in the palace has a long-haired Persian cat , or transported from the newly opened trade route in Xirong."

"I went to the palace last year. I took a look. It's not as real as this white fox. It's rare to hunt here in Jingzhao City..."

"I heard from my father that people run all over the mountains and plains on the northeast border, but they are very wild. It is extremely difficult to hunt them alive."

Walking down the stairs of the teahouse, Qing Luo wore a twelfth ragged skirt today, light yellow and wine red, embroidered with patterns of jasmine flowers.

The burgundy half arms of the upper body, together with the fringes, are all made of the coolest Hu Ling in this season.

The Twelve Broken Skirt and the half-arm Aoba also have a set that is exactly the same, but the color is made of the green and green that Aoba loves most.

A set of Hu Ling's clothes cost at least five guan, and the exquisitely embroidered ones are hard to buy even for 15 taels of silver, which shows how much the Qing family loves the orphans of the old subordinates and their own daughters.

Fortunately, Bai Lanting's younger brother Bai Lanting took over the government-run salt and iron wine business along the Beijing-Hangzhou Canal in the south of the Yangtze River.

From the teahouse to the opposite pavement, Qing Luo saw that the two shot five arrows on the pavement just now, and the scholar who missed the target was arguing with the pave owner, his face flushed.

"Fifteen arrows are needed here, three of us, five arrows per person."

Seeing a new customer, the owner of the shop put the original customer aside and collected the money from Qing Luo and the others with a smile on his face.

"Twenty copper plates for one branch, and three hundred copper plates for fifteen branches."

"Let me shoot an arrow first."

In Jingzhao City, there are quite a few noble sons who are good at riding and shooting, or ladies from aristocratic families who are good at civil and martial arts. This white fox is so cute that it is necessary to spend a lot of money to win it.

Nowadays, quite a few people left the scene in disgrace, and the Qing family who had been in the army for generations naturally suspected that the arrow had hit the arrow.

Seeing the well-dressed three people in front of him, the owner of the shop thought: Another good sum of money has entered the account. The sons and daughters of rich families are very expensive. They learn to ride and shoot because they are afraid that the arrow feathers will pierce their hands a little bit.I can't see anything unusual about bows and arrows.

He happily handed over the bow and arrow, but he did not expect that Qing Luo just took the feather arrow, so he frowned.

　There is a minor revision in the previous chapter. Meng Mingji is not a posthumous child, but an orphan after the death of Meng Qing's brother and sister-in-law.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)