A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

As her daughter's wedding date was imminent, Wang Sanniang accepted her fate. Sad but sad, she still talked to her daughter about things that she should pay more attention to after getting married.

The girl fell to her head a few months ago and forgot everything.

Now that I finally think about it, people are always dumbfounded. Wang Sanniang was afraid that after she got married, she would be disliked by others.

"I won't marry, mother, and I won't marry that sick tickler if I die."

"Yun'er, mother doesn't want you to suffer. But it's time to get married soon. This is not something we can change."

Liu Yun put down her wedding dress and said with a firm look, "Mother, before we get married, I want to go to the temple fair!"

She did not forget Wei Gongzi's agreement, they made an appointment to visit the temple fair together.

This was her last chance. Liu Yun's calloused fingers were clutching the sewing basket.

"Participate in the temple fair? Sigh, you still need to buy some things to get married. Go to the temple fair if you want. Grandma's side, I'll tell you."

Just before her daughter was married, Wang Sanniang was really reluctant to let her down with just such a request.

The temple fair in Lingzhou City is held after the autumn harvest and lasts for three days.

In the past three days, the people of the eight townships in ten miles will rush over to join in the fun. There are not only various snacks at the temple fair, but also drama, juggling, fortune-telling, and singing.

On the day of the temple fair, the sons and daughters of rich and noble families will also come out to join in the fun.

The hawkers especially like these brothers and sisters who are generous and love to reward people.

Shu Ange took the two maids Qingyun and Qingtuan out, and met Wei Qinghong in the archway.

Wei Qinghong brought two followers, wearing fresh clothes and a flower on his head, standing under the archway in high spirits.

Shu Ange wanted to laugh when he saw the little flower. He pressed a handkerchief to the corner of his lips, revealing only a pair of bright eyes like a clear spring.

"Lingyi, it's finally time for you. The temple fairs held a year are very interesting, and there are many people joining in the fun. You must follow me later, and don't get lost."

Wei Qinghong's eyes were glued to Shu Ange's body, and he naturally grabbed her wrist when he spoke.

This is the result of his step-by-step testing. The last time we met, Liu Yun didn't refuse to hold hands. This time, he was more courageous.

"Master Wei, men and women don't give and receive."

Shu Ange took a step back and put his hands in his sleeves to prevent Wei Qinghong from touching him.

He raised his hand frivolously and gestured to touch her face: "My sister Lingyi, where did Brother Qinghong make you angry, can't I just apologize to you?"

Shu Ange slapped his purse hard and pulled it on the back of Wei Qinghong's hand. The back of his hand was instantly swollen.

"Hey." Wei Qinghong was in pain, gasping for breath, pressing his hand on the red and swollen area, staring at Zhou Lingyi: "You—why are you hitting me?"

"Master Wei suddenly stretched out his hand to startle me. I subconsciously hit you with my purse. Does it hurt? If it hurts, Master Wei must stop touching you. I'm afraid that if you are not careful, you will be hit again. Whoops screamed."

When Shu Ange spoke to Wei Qinghong, he didn't mean to be polite at all.

There was a strong sense of sarcasm in her tone, and her eyes were full of disdain when she looked at Wei Qinghong.

Wei Qinghong's heart was so angry that he couldn't attack in public, so he could only snort with a dark face: "Don't make trouble, Lingyi, you know my temper."

Shu Ange smiled and didn't take Wei Qinghong's threat seriously.

Before, Liu Yun had always been a lowly in front of Wei Qinghong, which made him develop a somewhat ignorant temperament.

Why does he act arrogant in front of her, and what qualifications does he have to be frivolous.

Zhou Lingyi is the daughter of the prime minister of the eight classics, and he is more than enough to match him as a son of Jiedushi who has no position in his body.

The freshly baked pea yellow exudes a tempting aroma.

Aiwowo, filled with peach kernels, melon kernels, sesame seeds and white sugar, is crystal clear and fragrant, which is simply tempting and criminal.

Singer Shu An pointed out that because Wei Qinghong was around, it was not easy to spend money on snacks.

The stage was lively, and Wu Sheng was babbling and playing with his guns, picking out more than a dozen guns in one breath, which attracted a loud applause from the audience.

Wei Qinghong was holding a fan in his hand, frowning all the way, for fear of being touched by people passing by.

He originally wanted to take advantage of the crowds and put Zhou Lingyi in his arms, but he didn't expect her to suddenly change her temper and would not let him touch her.

Thinking of this, Wei Qinghong felt tight in his chest, and his mood became even worse.

"This play is too loud, and Wu Sheng will have some fake handle style. If he really goes to the battlefield, he will be beaten to death in less than a second."

The big guys were watching the show lively, and Wei Qinghong talking sarcastically next to him was really annoying.

Shu Ange deliberately used words to stab him: "Young Master Wei is right, if you wear martial arts clothes, shoes and socks, you must sing better than him."

Wei Qinghong's face turned pale, and he said unhappily, "How can Sister Lingyi compare me to an actor? How can such a frivolous thing be compared with this young master."

"Oh, last time Young Master Wei didn't compare me to the little girl who sang songs, why did it happen to me this time?"

When Qingtuan and Qingyun heard this, their faces were a little resentful, and in their hearts, they silently dressed up for their young lady.

Their young lady is the daughter of a noble official family, and her uncle in the future is too contemptuous.

"I'm a manly man, you're just a little girl in a boudoir, can you be the same?"

Wei Qinghong said it righteously, and Shu Ange simply walked straight ahead with Qingyun and Qingtuan, ignoring him.

Chen Guangzhao was not far from the two of them. He kept an eye on their movements and naturally heard their conversation.

He doesn't like Wei Qinghong, his every move has a greasy frivolity.

Moreover, his footsteps are vain, his oily head and floury noodles, and his three-legged cat skills are not worth mentioning.

How can such a man with a pretentious appearance be worthy of a bright and generous woman like Zhou Lingyi.

"Do you two want to eat candied haws?"

Walking to the stall selling candied haws, Shu Ange took ten pennies from his purse, bought two strings of candied haws, and gave them to Qingtuan and Qingyun.

"Thank you, Miss, for the reward."

Qingtuan and Qingyun were two years younger than Zhou Lingyi, so they naturally liked sweet and sour snacks like rock candied haws.

"Sister Lingyi, is there anything you want to eat?"

Wei Qinghong thought of the purpose of today's group and tried to please Shu Ange with a small face.

"Oh, I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat anything," Shu Ange replied coldly to Wei Qinghong, then turned around and bought a warm seal stone from a stall selling seal stones.

Wei Qinghong had a bad temper. Seeing Shu Ange neglecting him everywhere, anger grew in his heart, and he gave the two servants a wink.

"Sister Lingyi, wait a minute, I have something to tell you."

Liu Yun, who was searching in the crowd, was at a loss, opened her mouth subconsciously when she heard the words "Sister Lingyi".

At the same time as she responded, she remembered that she was no longer Zhou Lingyi.

[Meow, it's going to snow soon, everyone should wear more clothes]