Although he was frightened away by those looks, Sang Qimo still felt very unhappy.
So he turned around and bought a power fence for Gu Ruojiao to cover up her overly stunning face.
But soon he found that the dress he bought was too fit and highlighted her good figure.
So he put the cloak on her again.
This time she was covered up from beginning to end, and what a little beauty turned into a cold and unapproachable existence in an instant.
Little Jiangsi didn't react at all, and she was tormented by Sang Qimo the whole time.
There seems to be some kind of celebration going on in the city soon. It's very lively. Even though it's not market time, there are quite a lot of people on the street.
The two of them went to several inns, and the inns told them that they were full.
"It's unfortunate that our distinguished guests are here. Tomorrow is the White Dew Festival and the three-day Bonus Festival. Many people have arrived a few days ago. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you two to find a place to stay."
Sang Qimo looked thoughtful after hearing this.
This city is the largest town nearby, and the distance to the next village is at least a day and night's journey even by horse carriage.
He didn't care, he was just afraid that little Jiang Si would be too delicate and couldn't stand the rush.
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the soft and waxy voice of Xiao Jiangsi: "Amo, what is the Red Festival?"
Even through the power fence, Sang Qimo could imagine how curious she was.
But he still said: "You don't need to know that."
"Why? But those two people just said that if they didn't watch, they would regret it for the rest of their lives." She pointed at the two men not far away.
They were wearing light-colored robes and holding fans in their hands, looking like literati.
They were holding a sign with the name of a flower written on it, and were discussing excitedly while entering a teahouse.
But Sang Qimo hates noisy places, especially places with a strong smell of rouge.
But she was afraid that little Jiangsi would be so curious that she ran over and said, "Do you know how much money that brand costs?"
Little Jiang Si doesn’t know.
Sang Qimo said: "One brand has ten taels, do you have it?"
Xiao Jiangsi doesn't have it, so of course I can't mention it anymore.
But on their way to the inn, Sang Qimo didn't know what he saw, and his face suddenly changed slightly.
"Wait for me here, don't run around."
He didn't have time to give any more instructions, so he hurriedly stuffed a puppet into Gu Ruojiao's hands and ran away.
Gu Ruojiao hugged his puppet and stood obediently.
But once Sang Qimo left, he didn't return even a stick of incense.
She took off the power fence and sat in front of the restaurant with her cheeks propped up in boredom, starting to get a little angry.
It happened that at this time, someone came to the door regardless of life or death.
"Who are you waiting for, little lady?" A flirtatious voice sounded above the head.
Gu Ruojiao smelled the disgusting smell of alcohol and ignored the voice without raising her head.
The man was a little unhappy when he saw this, and walked up to her with a swaying body.
He probably wanted to insult her, but this look shocked him, and he couldn't help but have a look of possession in his eyes.
Although he smelled of alcohol, it was obvious that he was not very drunk, but he shamelessly took the opportunity to reach out his calloused hands to touch her face.
"Young lady, you are so pitiful that you are being left behind. Why don't you come into my arms? I will definitely love you very much."
This man really picks up which pot he doesn’t open!
Gu Ruojiao was already angry. He also said that she had been left behind.
Just as she was about to take action, a sharp shout came in.
"stop!"
As the voice fell, a figure stood in front of Gu Ruojiao and stopped the drunk man's hand.
