Zhao Qingmei walked to An Jing and said curiously.
Zhao Qingmei is wearing a pleated skirt with scattered flowers, water mist and green grass. Her small cherry mouth is red and delicate, and the two strands of hair on her cheeks are blowing gently in the wind, adding a bit of seductive charm.
"No, I was thinking the weather is really nice." An Jing looked up at the dim sky.
"It's almost dark today, please stop lying to me."
Zhao Qingmei put her palm on An Jing's arm, looked at him with beautiful eyes, and said, "Tell me, is there something you are hiding from me? I always feel like you are keeping me in the dark."
Feeling the warm body temperature and the faint fragrance that drifted into his nose, An Jing couldn't help but feel distracted. He chuckled and said, "Madam, everything I said is true."
"Really?" Zhao Qingmei glanced at An Jing suspiciously.
"How could I be hiding something from you?"
An Jing said seriously: "You know my strengths and weaknesses, and I know your depths. We are the closest people."
"Death sign! Not serious! This is on the street, you are not afraid of others hearing it."
Zhao Qingmei's heart suddenly felt like a deer, and a flush reached her neck. She couldn't help but whisper: "Let's go eat quickly. We have to go to the night market later. It's not good to be late."
"Then I'll close up now." An Jing heard and put away the broom.
"No, Third Master won't go either. Just let him watch over you at home, and he can also give me medicine."
"He's not going?"
"Yes, he wants to read at home."
When An Jing heard this, his heart moved. This old guy was really spying on me.
...........
Yuzhou City, Chengnan Night Market.
The lights are brightly lit, the spring breeze is intoxicating, the thousands of lights beside the bridge reflect the blue clouds, the boats are racing, the boats are loaded with exquisite silk fabrics, women with heavy makeup can be seen everywhere inside and outside the high-rise buildings, and tourists who are looking for fun come in an endless stream.
There are many pedestrians and bustling people, making it a prosperous and lively scene.
"There are so many people."
Tan Yun glanced around and couldn't help but clicked his tongue.
An Jing glanced at the tall buildings in the distance and said, "Of course there are a lot of people. This is the busiest... place in Yuzhou City at night."
"If you're lucky, you might be able to see Brother Han."
He remembered clearly that in the early summer of this year, Han Wenxin would come to the night market on time every night.
Then clock in and clock in.
Zhao Qingmei chuckled and said: "We haven't seen Han Wenxin for several days. We don't know what happened. He brought two boxes of Ruyi cakes last time and he never came again."
An Jing also felt a little strange. He used to come to drink with him every now and then, but he didn't know why he really didn't see him this time.
"That boy Han Wenxin? You don't even want to be my dog for a few days."
Tan Yun heard a curse in his belly, and then seemed to see something: "Miss, uncle, there is a throwing pot over there."
I saw a stall not far away. There were several coarse cloth mats in front of the stall, and three porcelain pitching pots behind it. The three pitching pots were arranged in order from near to far.
At this time, many people gathered at the pot throwing stall and watched the woman sitting in the field throwing pot.
Seeing the face of the woman who was throwing the pot, An Jing suddenly knew why so many people were watching.
The woman has skin as white as snow, a slightly straight nose, red lips and white teeth. She is extremely beautiful, but she gives off a feeling of aloofness and coldness.
The woman was seen kneeling on the mat, holding feather arrows in her hand, and kept throwing them towards the whistle pot.
"Oh, what a pity."
"A little closer."
.........
The people around were watching carefully. They had never watched others throw pots so seriously as they did today, and they even felt sorry for them.
Dozens of feather arrows were fired in a row, without any exception, all missed. The owner of the stall was already happy, but he still kept comforting him.
"This lady is also very skilled in throwing pots. If you throw a few more times, you might be able to succeed."
The woman didn't seem to hear the regrets from the stall owner and those beside her. She just stared at the whistle pot in front of her and kept shooting. The feather arrows in her hand were gone, so she simply took out her purse and bought ten more.
"This woman is a master."
An Jing looked at the woman's hand for throwing the pot and thought to himself.
From the moment the woman received the throwing pot, to the moment she turned her wrist, her flexibility was so natural that no martial arts master could achieve it.
However, this woman is obviously a master, so why does she always miss the mark when throwing pots?
"Miss Dai, I often play this touhu. Do you want me to teach you."
Just then, a familiar voice sounded.
I saw Han Wenxin standing next to the woman with a silly smile on his face, putting his palms on his chest and rubbing them.
"It's really that boy Han Wenxin." Tan Yun said in surprise.
When An Jing saw this scene, he felt as if he had seen it before. He couldn't help but be surprised. Why is Han Wenxin becoming more and more thoughtful?
Or should I say, everyone in this world is...
"Husband, is she more beautiful or am I more beautiful?" Zhao Qingmei smiled sweetly and said softly.
"Of course Madam, you look good."
An Jing suddenly felt a chill in his heart and said quickly.
"Then you are so fascinated?" Zhao Qingmei's smile did not diminish.
An Jingqian smiled and said: "No, I'm looking at Brother Han..."
Tan Yun looked at An Jing strangely, "What's so interesting about Han Wenxin?"
An Jing smiled meaningfully: "No, I'm waiting for Brother Han's performance."
Zhao Qingmei and Tan Yun were both a little confused and did not understand the meaning of An Jing's words.
At the stall, Han Wenxin patted his chest and said: "I'm not bragging. In this Yuzhou city, if I say second place in pot throwing, no one will dare to recognize the first place."
An Jing suddenly became interested when he heard this. I still understand the new Korean language.
"No thanks."
The woman's first words were somewhat cold.
After saying that, the woman took the last feather arrow in her hand, but as expected it still missed.
"How about it? This pot throwing is quite interesting."
At this moment, a sharp sound came from the distance, as if hair was stuck in the throat, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.
Following the voice, I saw that it was a man dressed in black and wearing a bamboo hat.
The man's appearance and age cannot be clearly seen, but his hands and sleeves are wide. If you look closely, there are no palms sticking out. It is obvious that his hands are missing. There is a glass jade pendant hanging on his waist. He is probably a man from the world when he is dressed like this.
When Tan Yun saw that person, his eyes narrowed, and then a message came into his ears: "Leader, this person may be Tiancansou from the Five Poison Sect. This person's hands were born with cripples, and he relies on a pair of Wu Hooks and Double Moon Legs.
He is famous in the world, and according to our Renzong intelligence, he has indeed come to Jiangnan Road."
"If the woman next to me is correct, she should be Dai Ling, the daughter of Dai Dan Shu. I didn't expect that we would meet them here."