In the dream, I will return you to a peaceful and prosperous world

Chapter 50
Murong Xingzi walked in front, holding in her hand the cheapest paper fan she bought from a small stall in the evening.

There is nothing special about the paper fan, it’s just about dressing up. When I bought it, there was only a picture of a plum blossom tree on the paper fan, and there was no inscription.
On the spur of the moment, Murong Xingzi turned his head around, asked for a pen, and wrote a poem plagiarized from modern times:
Plum blossom from the bitter cold

Walking one step at a time, fanning her face, her bland face matched her elegance and style.

Almost 14 years old, this small body has imitated the literati and poets who played in ancient TV dramas seen in modern times. Although he is not handsome, he has a calm and frivolous demeanor, romantic but not dirty, as if he was born It was brought here, so that the little girls who met along the way became more friendly, and looked at her shyly and timidly, secretly agreeing.Murong Xingzi passed frivolously all the way, occasionally throwing a wink or two, causing the whole place to scream.
Guizhong Guihui followed closely behind, and seeing this scene, she couldn't help shaking her head and laughing in a low voice, with love in her eyes and helplessness in her heart.

Look at Murong Xingzi's face, which is now fascinated by a lot of girls. If she shows her true colors, the whole street will be in chaos!

The bustling, bustling, well-connected city that gathers people from all over the world also has a bustling industry of eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, and the best businesses are brothels and gambling houses.

This riverside street is naturally indispensable.

In order to make it more romantic, there are many painted boats swimming freely on the river full of river lanterns. There are laughter and laughter in the painted boats, and the lingering voices are heard from time to time, shameful to a group of innocent boys and girls who are crossing or passing by nearby. .

"Tsk tsk, it's a pity, it's a pity that such a pure and beautiful scenery conveyed with lanterns has been forcibly polluted by these painted boats!" Murong Xingzi who was standing by the river shook his head and sighed.

When passing through the crowd earlier, I found several groups of people with fierce eyes and calculations, as if they were planning something, and they were in a hurry, which was very inappropriate.Then he winked at the brothers behind him, and Guizhong Guihui quietly followed, leaving Murong Xingzi alone to continue watching the lantern.

"Little brother, this statement is wrong!"

Murong Xingzi turned her head, and a person walked out of the crowd who was three feet away (three feet is about ten meters) behind her, and said with a smile.

"Oh?" Murong Xingzi raised her eyebrows and looked at him sideways.

(End of this chapter)