Fu Tingyun went to open the door and was quite surprised to see that it was Zhao Ling.

Zhao Ling laughed: "I knocked on the door this time."

Fu Tingyun opened her eyes wide.

He, he actually talked to her in such a frivolous tone... made her feel a little panicked.

Zhao Ling ignored her shock, walked past her and walked straight into the house.

Fu Tingyun was in a state of confusion and went into the house to make tea.

Zhao Ling looked casual and leisurely, took a sip of tea and said, "What are you doing?" He glanced at the needle and thread thrown on the kang.

"Oh!" Fu Tingyun put the needle and thread into the small vine basket next to him in a little embarrassed manner, "I'm idle and embroider a few needles."

Zhao Ling had already seen a grape-purple handkerchief with yellow silk thread embroidered with gazelle. The pattern looked familiar.

He thought for a moment and said softly: "Do you want to go shopping on the street?"

Fu Tingyun's eyes lit up and then darkened again: "I'd better stay in the inn..." His tone was a little depressed.

Guessed correctly!

Zhao Ling breathed a sigh of relief and his smile became more and more gentle.

"It's okay." He said softly, "Every ethnic group lives together here, each with its own customs, and there are not as many specialties as Guanzhong."

Yeah?

Fu Tingyun thought of the women she saw on the street that day... Although her clothes were strange, her face was tightly wrapped and her manners were dignified. It was obvious that they were all right women. It was obvious that it was true.

She couldn't help but feel moved, but when she thought of Zheng San's words, she was a little hesitant.

Zhao Ling could see clearly and encouraged her: "Yongjing is the only place to pass from Guanzhong to Jiayuguan. In addition to the great cannibals, Huihui, and the Uighurs..."

This was the first time Fu Tingyun heard about it, and said strangely: "Who are the Uighurs? Isn't it Huihui?"

"They are very similar to Huihui," Zhao Ling smiled, "but Huihui wore a white round hat and the Uighurs wore a small flower hat in all directions. Besides, there are different living customs. I can't explain clearly what the specific differences are. Then I will show you."

Fu Tingyun was already a little lively and could not withstand Zhao Ling's temptation. Thinking that he would not let others see his face clearly, he would be a little moved.

Zhao Ling was so good at observing the beauty again, and immediately became angry: "We happened to go out to see if we could buy some good tea. When we arrived in Zhangye, the tea was very expensive."

Then going to the street will become a serious matter.

Fu Tingyun happily promised, wrapped her head in a veil, and went to the street with Zhao Ling.

Yongjing County is not big, but it is very lively. It is almost noon at this time, and the winter sun shines on people warmly. The caravans who are on the way have left the city. Those who stayed there are caravans who are resting here, or those who only do business that Yongjing has no plans to leave the customs. The whole city is filled with a bit of leisure, such as those who sell cakes, mutton and melons... shouts are coming one after another, and people are buying and selling from time to time. Women wearing sarongs or turbans are mixed in a crowd, and they pass by.

Fu Tingyun followed Zhao Ling, looking around in a daze, feeling that all this was very interesting.

Zhao Ling glanced at the person behind him, and saw the big black eyes turning non-stop, with surprise and curiosity in his eyes. He couldn't help but smile slightly.

Fu Tingyun suddenly pulled Zhao Ling's sleeve: "Look, look!"

Zhao Ling followed her gaze.

Two blondes with blue eyes were standing on the street and talking. They were wearing moon-white robes, their movements were exaggerated and occasionally laughing loudly.

"Look at them, look at their hands." Fu Tingyun whispered, his tone a little shy.

Zhao Ling was puzzled.

Fu Tingyun bit her lip: "Their hair is, yes, golden."

Just for this!

Zhao Ling smiled, felt that she was childish, and asked her: "Are you afraid?"

Fu Tingyun nodded, thought for a while, and shook her head again: "I just think it's very strange."

"It's okay!" Zhao Ling comforted her, "It's good to be used to it." But he breathed a long sigh in his heart.

Most Han people looked down on Hu Shang, thinking that they were people who were outside the world, who were profit-oriented, cunning, treacherous, lowly and vulgar, and regarded everything about them as a wrong way. Even if they made money in business with them, they looked down on them very much. However, whether it was Yongdeng, the location of Zhuanglang Guard, or Zhangye, the location of the General Office of Gansu, they were all important places outside the pass. Hu Shang gathered and Fu Tingyun came from a famous family, and he was always worried that she would not be able to adapt to this kind of life.

Seeing her from the beginning, she just felt novel and interesting, without any slightest scent of despicability... She should be able to adapt to Zhuang Langwei's life!

A tenderness gently spread across Zhao Ling's heart, making his heart full of joy.

He led her to stop in front of a colorful and golden shop.

"Shopkeeper," Zhao Ling smiled and shouted loudly to the man who recommended tapestry to several Han people wearing fur coats, "Take the turbans you sell here to see!"

The people in the shop come by following their reputation.

The leader was a man in his thirties, a medium-sized man wearing a royal blue silk-faced fur coat, a solid figure, a calm expression, with two beautiful beards, a pair of bright eyes, and a bit capable in his majesty. The men behind him were over fifty years old, and the young ones were only fifteen or sixteen years old, either wearing a silk-faced fur coat or a silk-faced fur coat, with a hint of shrewd between his eyebrows.

Since meeting the Sixteenth Master, Fu Tingyun has been wary of such strangers who seem to be no ordinary person at first sight, and can't help but shout "Jiu Master".

Zhao Ling turned around and said softly: "What's wrong?"

Before Fu Tingyun could speak, the man wearing a white round hat seemed to be a shopkeeper, responding to "Okay, OK" in bad Chinese.

Zhao Ling ignored the shopkeeper and looked at Fu Tingyun quietly, his eyes as soft as spring light, and he waited patiently for her to speak.

This kind of Zhao Ling made Fu Tingyun feel uncomfortable as if he was sitting on pins and needles, and hurriedly whispered: "Let's go!" His eyes quickly glanced at the mustache.

Zhao Ling understood: "I know. We don't talk to them, we will leave after buying things."

His voice was as low as hers, as if whispering, which made her mood slightly confused and her cheeks turned red.

The shopkeeper had already brought out a lot of headplate: "Customer, which one do you want?"

Zhao Ling's eyes were as bright as he saw that the patterns embroidered with gold thread on two of the black turbans were very similar to those embroidered by Fu Tingyun. He pointed to the two turbans: "Just want these two!" He didn't even mention the price.

Seeing that it was so smooth, the shopkeeper made a business and smiled happily. He collected the money and carefully wrapped it in a piece of cloth and handed it to Zhao Ling.

Zhao Ling took the scarf and nodded at Fu Tingjun, turned around and left.

Fu Tingyun felt relieved and followed Zhao Ling closely.

After turning the corner, Zhao Ling handed the turban to Fu Tingyun.

Fu Tingyun was stunned.

"I saw you staring at someone else yesterday, and today I embroidered this pattern," he smiled, "I happened to meet a shop selling these... I think you might like it." He looked at Fu Tingyun with a generous look, but his ears were already red.

"Ah!" Fu Tingjun looked at Zhao Ling blankly, not knowing what to do.

Accept it? This is something to wear, something close to the body. How can you be embarrassed... not to accept it? They were open and understood what they said, but they just saw that she was jealous and happened to be a shop selling headscarves... Whether to accept it or not, they would make a decision after thinking about it carefully, but why was it strange in their hearts?

She was slow to go.

In the middle of winter, Zhao Ling looked at her, and her palms were almost sweating. She felt that the people coming and going around her seemed to be watching them.

"Please take it!" His smile began to be a little reluctant. Thinking of the person who bought tapestry in the shop just now, he was clever. "I want to take you to buy a few blankets - but when I met those people, I seemed to have to find another one to check it out." He felt that his words were full of loopholes and explained, "In Zhangye, it is very cold in winter, and they all like to lay blankets on the kang. These blankets are wool-woven, soft and warm..."

I'm too worried!

Fu Tingyun immediately felt relieved and took the turban. For some reason, she still felt a little shy. She whispered to him, "Thank you" and then thought that it was because of her objection that Zhao Ling did not buy it into a blanket, and then smiled embarrassedly at him.

Zhao Ling's tense heartstrings then relaxed, and then he felt that his vest was covered in sweat.

But he was used to being calm, not to mention that he was trying his best to hide his nervousness at this time, so there was no strangeness in his expression. He smiled and talked to Fu Tingyun: "What kind of blanket do you like? Then we will choose a bed alone, what do you think?"

One bed alone?

The scene suddenly appeared in Fu Tingyun's mind of two people having two identical blankets in their rooms...

How embarrassing that!

Her face was hot.

Looking up, Zhao Ling had already entered a shop and pointed to a royal blue white lotus woven with moon and big red pomegranate flowers hanging on the wall. She asked her, "What do you think of this one?"

"Oh!" Fu Tingyun was a little restless.

Should I tell him that I will choose my own?

Seeing her hesitant, Zhao Ling thought of the fact that she gave her a headscarf just now.

If it weren't for him cutting the mess quickly, they would have been standing on the street and being looked at by others at this time.

The thought flashed, and he felt that his vest seemed to be sweating again.

Zhao Ling immediately asked her decisively: "Is this blanket good-looking? I think the bright blankets in the house are refreshing when they are cold!"

indeed.

Fu Tingyun nodded.

Zhao Ling ordered the shopkeeper: "Wrap this blanket." Then he pointed to a blanket with plain turmeric bean paste next to him, "I want this too!"

Fu Tingyun couldn't speak for a long time.

It turns out that what he said about one person and one bed is to choose one bed by one person!

How could she think of going there?

Fu Tingyun's face looked like a piece of red cloth.

Zhao Ling asked her with some concern: "Are you tired of walking?" As he said that, he asked the shopkeeper Zhang Hudeng, "Sit down and rest for a while, I'll ask a car to go back to the inn with you."

What kind of car is called when the place that is the size of a palm in Yongjing County? When Ah Sen and the others saw it, they were afraid they would laugh out loud.

Fu Tingyun hurriedly said, "No, no, I just wear too much, and it's a little hot when the sun shines."

A trace of suspicion flashed in Zhao Ling's eyes, obviously not believing her words.

"Didn't you say we want to buy some tea and go back?" Fu Tingyun had no choice but to say, "It's almost noon. Let's buy tea and go back!"

"Okay!" Zhao Ling stopped insisting and smiled, "You have been away for most of the day and should be hungry."

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Chapter completed!