Leftover women crossing the harem: competing with the king for the world

Chapter 122

As Lin Zhishi walked around, the ring around her waist would sway gently, which contrasted with the slender waist under her simple and coarse cloth, which looked so radiant.

Yu Beizhou suddenly thought of a line of poetry, and couldn't help blurting out, "I've heard the sound of wearing it..." After saying these words, he paused, feeling a bit frivolous, and closed his eyes and didn't continue.

Lin Zhishi smiled and continued, "Slim waist."

She remembered this line of poem: I have heard the sound of wearing and know that the waist is thin, and I can feel the slenderness of the fingers by distinguishing the sound of strings.

Lin Zhishi's eyes were attracted by another small stall, she went up to look, and there was a kind of beads on the stall, which looked very similar to Bu Xiuling's unicorn beads, but if you looked closely, they were different. The material is different, and the kylin beads are more transparent and secluded to imply spirituality, but this one is probably an imitation.

Lin Zhishi looked at the bead, even though it was just an imitation, she still thought of Xiuchi...

While she was in a trance, there was a horse neighing and galloping at the entrance of the street. The man must have rushed into the city in a hurry and did not dismount. He waved his whip and shouted at passers-by, "Get out of the way."

The people on the street quickly gave way to the middle road in panic, and the horse galloped past, raising a billow of smoke and dust.

When the horse galloped past Lin Zhishi's side, Yu Beizhou naturally raised his arms to protect her from the air, and after the horse passed by, he waved away some of the dust raised by his sleeves.

It was like...an intimate act like a lover, but it was a little careless.

Realizing that Lin Zhishi was looking at him, Yu Beizhou once again looked away uncomfortably and even turned his head away.

"Let's go back." Lin Zhishi said calmly, and the two walked slowly towards the inn in parallel as they had come here.

The dust raised by the horseshoes on the street quickly dissipated a lot, and the bustling scene of pedestrians resumed.

(End of this chapter)