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Chapter 432

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    The streets of Chang'an, perhaps because of the polo match, the streets of Chang'an tonight are extraordinarily lively. In the scorching heat of the night, there is a cool breeze, and there are many more people coming out, bustling and bustling, shuttling under various red lanterns, like a  Paper scroll.

    "Why are you still following me?"

    Zhou Feiran stopped helplessly, and turned his back to Lin Huan who was creeping behind him, with some helplessness in his tone.

    Lin Huan rubbed the bridge of his nose, moved closer to him, and smiled, "Chang'an Street seems to be very lively tonight."

    Listening to Lin Huan changing the subject, Zhou Feiran sighed, "It should be because of the polo match."

    Whenever the polo match is over, the sons and daughters of the aristocratic families in Chang'an will gather together to eat, drink and have fun on the streets, so with the support of these wealthy sons and daughters, it is extra lively. In addition, it is a day of fun with the people  , as time goes by, it is much more lively than the previous days.

    Lin Huan suddenly said "Oh", looked around, his eyes were full of reserved novelty, and he didn't take a long look at anyone who was curious.

    Zhou Feiran looked at Lin Huan quietly, dazed for a moment, the surrounding became quiet, everything, everything became blurred, only the smile beside him was particularly clear.

    Every frown and smile touches the heartstrings and fascinates people.

    "Where is what?"

    Lin Huan pointed curiously at a group of people gathered in the distance.

    Zhou Feiran took advantage of the opportunity to take a look in which direction, crowded with people, unable to see clearly, "Go and see?"

    Lin Huan's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously like a chicken pecking at rice.

    Zhou Feiran walked in front, Lin Huan followed behind, the crowd was surging, and people passed by from time to time, the closer to the crowd, the more crowded it seemed.

    Zhou Feiran stopped on the outside, and Lin Huan followed closely. Zhou Feiran almost didn't react when he stopped, and bumped into it.

    Lin Huan asked with lingering fear, "What's wrong?"

    Seeing the crowd, Zhou Feiran frowned, turned to look at Lin Huan, hesitated for two seconds, and stretched out his hand towards Lin Huan.

    Stretching to mid-air, then stopped suddenly, feeling that it was inappropriate, and the inner demon was lurking, so he changed the stretching hand to handing over the sleeve.

    "Hold on, there are many people."

    Lin Huan stared at the blue sleeves in front of him, and was stunned for a few seconds. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth rose, jumping for joy from the bottom of his heart.

    Hold it carefully, for fear that if you loosen it, it will disappear.

    Seeing Lin Huan clutching his sleeve, Zhou Feiran felt relieved, and escorted Lin Huan to the inner circle of the crowd to see what was going on.

    In front of the people gathered at the front, there was a fence surrounded by long strips of cloth. People surrounded the fence, holding bamboo rings in their hands, and amidst the cheers and discussions, they pretended to throw the rings into it.  .

    Then came cheers or sighs.

    The person who set up the stall stood inside the fence. He was a middle-aged man with a simple and honest appearance, with a simple smile on his face, and he was holding piles of ferrules in his hand.  Copper plate, then you can get a few ferrules to go.

    In the middle, there are all kinds of things, including rattles for children and rouge and gouache for women.  The wine that men love to drink, and the porcelain vases on the house, are dazzling.

    "good!"

    "Good circle!"

    The person on the hypotenuse side threw a mechanism lock, which won bursts of applause.

    Lin Huan also applauded. Looking at the things in the fence, he couldn't help rubbing his fists, eager to try, but being a lady, he couldn't speak out, so he could only hold back his excitement and watch happily.

    Zhou Feiran stood aside like a statue, he was no longer interested in children's stuff.  But looking at Lin Huan who was jumping up and down happily, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be something interesting.

    It's not that boring.

    "The shopkeeper!"

    With a loud cry, he summoned the shopkeeper holding the ferrule, "The twenty circles."

    "okay!"

    The shopkeeper happily responded, took twenty ferrules from his arms and carried them over, "My lord, forty pennies."

    Zhou Feiran took out a piece of silver from his belt, took the ring with one hand, and handed it to the shopkeeper with the other, "There's no need to look for it."

    "Okay! Thank you, my lord!" The shopkeeper smiled even more happily, "Young master, play slowly."

    After finishing speaking, he stepped back and greeted other business.

    Lin Huan looked curiously at Zhou Feiran holding twenty ferrules. In his impression, Zhou Feiran seemed not interested in this kind of children's stuff at all. Why, he bought it all of a sudden?Got twenty ferrules?  Is the information wrong?

    "The general likes to play?"

    Zhou Feiran frowned, weighed the ferrule in his hand, "Miss Lin likes it?"

    Lin Huan hesitated for a moment, entangled in his likes and dislikes, and began to think wildly. According to the intelligence, Zhou Feiran didn't like this kind of childish thing. If he said he liked it, he might not be able to get closer to Zhou Feiran.  And it also violated her status as a lady of the family.

    If you say you don't like it, it should be fine.

    "dislike."

    Zhou Feiran looked at Lin Huan in astonishment, the previous joy did not seem to be feigned.

    Lin Huan looked a little embarrassed, cleared his throat, and explained solemnly, "I don't like this kind of thing that children like."

    ? Then he murmured a few words in a low voice, "And the girls don't like itI heard that the general doesn't like it either."

    Zhou Feiran was stunned for two seconds, chuckled twice, did not expose Lin Huan's lie, but moved closer, jokingly, "Who says I don't like it?"

    "Nian Rong."

    Lin Huan blurted out, looked up at Zhou Feiran's playful eyes, and suddenly blushed, "Thatthat"

    A little embarrassed, his eyes began to dodge, pondering his lines, "I heard from Nian Rongthat the general never likes children's things."

    Although he would also help Xiang Nianrong toss pots and win applause for him, it doesn't mean he likes it, it's just that he dotes on Xiang Nianrong, maybe he has played too much, and he becomes a little bored, so he never takes a look in private.

    "She"

    Zhou Feiran suddenly realized, "Naturally I don't like to be noisy with a group of children. Butwith Ms. Lin, I like it."

    The words in their hearts came out naturally, both of them were stunned for a moment, their faces were flushed and a little hot, and the oncoming breeze couldn't blow away this clumsy yet extraordinarily sincere warmth.

    The cheers continued, maybe someone had won some great prize, the cheers came one after another, to a large extent, alleviating the inexplicable shyness and embarrassment between Zhou Feiran and Lin Huan  .

    Lin Huan blushed and changed the subject, "That's amazing"

    Zhou Feiran shifted his gaze unnaturally, and responded absently, "Mmmit's pretty good."

    "General, do you want to vote for two?" Lin Huan looked at Zhou Feiran brightly.

    "I?"

    Zhou Feiran hesitated for two seconds, then nodded in order to relieve the embarrassment as soon as possible, "Okay."

    ? Then I scanned around and asked, "Which one does Ms. Lin like?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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