They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 129 The Huge Carrot

"Yes, why not?"

She held his hand and walked ahead, turning back to smile at him. He wished time could slow down.

He felt that there were only the two of them on the street now, but once they went back, she would be surrounded by many people, and what would he be then?

They squeezed to the front of the crowd again, but still no one took the lamp. Wu Ziyan confidently declared, "It's the word 'kiss'!"

The couples were all covering their mouths and chuckling, because he hadn't seen the other side of the note which said, "If you guess right, you have to do this." How could he do that in front of everyone?

The shopkeeper laughed too. The rabbit lantern was indeed exquisitely made, but people were too embarrassed to do such a thing. He never expected that someone would actually say such a thing in public.

Wu Ziyan noticed that everyone was looking at the two of them, and she didn't understand why. Fang Yuerong turned the note over for her to see, and said, "Why didn't anyone take such a beautiful lamp?"

It turned out that they were both too proud to admit it; having just experienced that scene, she was also blushing.

Fang Yuerong took the initiative to kiss him, but it was just a light, fleeting kiss. She didn't even feel his kiss, which was enough to fulfill the request on the note.

Seeing how open-minded they were, the shopkeeper turned around and handed them the large rabbit lamp. The people cheered, and no one condemned them.

When he handed the lamp to Wu Ziyan, she was like a child, hugging the lamp and laughing happily. Then she went over and played a few rounds of target shooting, and then went back to buy some candy skewers.

Only in the crowd could one hear someone hawking sand ginseng flowers, a flower with a very auspicious meaning. Wu Ziyan also wanted someone to adorn her hair with flowers.

She glanced at Fang Yuerong, and he seemed to read her mind: "There are flower vendors over there, let's go take a look."

The flower seller this time was a little boy. Perhaps the adults in his family had gone out for a while. He stood there, his voice clear and crisp, showing no stage fright whatsoever.

"Will you buy flowers for your wife, young master? If she wears flowers in her hair, she will be happy for the rest of her life."

Wu Ziyan actually quite liked what the child said: happiness can't be saved for the next life; you should be happy to the fullest in this life.

"Two flowers, please." Wu Ziyan paid, and Fang Yuerong's hand, still holding the money, was at her waist when the boy handed the flowers to Fang Yuerong.

Wu Ziyan looked at him with hopeful eyes, her head turned to one side, and Fang Yuerong gently placed her hairpin next to her forehead.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

"so gorgeous."

"Here, let me put it on you."

Fang Yuerong lowered his head, and Wu Ziyan pinned a flower in his hair: "Wear flowers today, and you'll surely prosper tomorrow!" She was quite good at rhyming.

Besides paying the fee, Wu Ziyan also gave the boy a few copper coins as a reward, which was much better than the idea of ​​wearing flowers in this life and being happy in the next.

He touched the flower on his head: "This 'Three Lives Flower' is said to be quite effective in their Northern Desert legends. If you put this on me, then I'm yours."

“I’m your boss, you’ve always been one of my people.” She took his hand and led him forward.

"I'm talking about that kind of relationship." Unfortunately, the noise was too loud, and his words were drowned out by the crowd. She didn't hear him clearly and turned around to ask him what he had said with a puzzled look.

He just shook his head; since the flowers were already on his head, what else was there to say?

Just then, she heard a lot of noise on the other side, it seemed like some kind of drinking party? She felt a chill run down her spine just thinking about it, but watching the excitement was fine.

This time she learned her lesson and didn't go forward. There were just too many people, so he couldn't see who was inside, but the voices sounded somewhat familiar.

Seeing that Wu Ziyan was short and couldn't be seen even when standing on tiptoe, Fang Yuerong picked her up easily.

He originally thought it would take some effort, but he didn't expect her to be so light and agile. She was even more excited when her feet were off the ground, and then she saw clearly the two people inside who were drinking together.

It turned out to be her eldest sister and Afu, with Xiao Si and Du Lan standing beside them. They didn't dare to breathe loudly.

Wu Ziyan quickly patted Fang Yuerong's arm. He couldn't let his older sister catch him in the act; if she dragged her upstairs and made her drink two bowls of wine, that would be terrible.

Fang Yuerong thought it wasn't high enough, so she raised it again. Wu Chengji saw her immediately, and she smiled awkwardly and waved.

Sure enough, her older sister made a "come, come, come" gesture. Fang Yuerong also sensed something was wrong. As the crowd gradually parted, he put her down, and the two walked over.

"Big...Big Sister."

"Why are you behaving like a quail? Come and have a couple of bowls!"

She shook her head, not wanting to embarrass herself again. Wu Chengji and Afu became acquainted through a fight, and the two became good drinking buddies.

At this moment, they felt no hostility towards Wu Ziyan; however, judging from her cowardly appearance, she didn't seem like the person who had come to threaten them.

"Um, big sister, we're going back tomorrow, so please drink less. Yue Rong and I are leaving now."

After saying that, he grabbed Fang Yuerong's hand and ran away. Wu Chengji shook his head, thinking that his younger sister had quite a few suitors. He wondered if she would be able to pay off all her romantic debts in the end.

"Never mind her, drink up, Afu, you absolutely must come to the capital then!"

"Of course, it is only right for the two countries to conduct trade and pay homage to each other."

After gulping down several more bowls, Wu Ziyan ran a long way before stopping. She didn't want to drink any more alcohol; her head was throbbing.

Fang Yuerong watched her every move, feeling that so much time had passed in the night. But as dusk fell and the dew grew heavier, she realized that she was still feeling unwell and should return to the inn to rest as soon as possible.

"Let's go back."

"Buy some more things to take with you on the road tomorrow. Quickly buy some local specialties that can be stored to bring back to your family."

Fang Yuerong knew who these family members were talking about; it was undoubtedly her group of men.

Watching him carefully select each item, there were pendants as smooth as jade, folding fans, face powder, and medicinal herbs he had never seen before. She even went to retrieve the gemstone-encrusted dagger she had ordered.

This looks like it's meant for all the men, but he can't be jealous; in fact, he came later and surpassed them all.

Meanwhile, Han Yuxiu had finished tidying up inside the inn and was sitting in the hall waiting for them to return, because Yue'er had returned from Silan Pavilion first and told him that Wu Ziyan and Fang Yuerong had gone out.

He was angry that she was dragging her uncomfortable body around, and didn't even take him with her.

Just then, he heard laughter and chatter getting closer outside. His worried expression immediately fell, and he looked angry and jealous.

As soon as Wu Ziyan walked in, she saw Han Yuxiu's sour face. She secretly thought, "Oh no!" She had been having so much fun that she never expected there to be such a jealous little brat here.

Han Yuxiu's gaze fell on their heads, noticing the two flowers he had worn before, which carried a very auspicious meaning.

He originally wanted to ask Wu Ziyan if she was alright, but instead he said, "You're so carefree and happy. I wonder how many men you've adorned with flowers."

She was completely embarrassed. Yes, she was such a womanizer. She bit her lip, not knowing how to explain.