Song Yutong began to talk to General Feng about how to match Mrs. Fengfeng's hair accessories.
"Those colorful wooden hairpins, silver hairpins, and gold hairpins, as long as they are not bright red or green, are actually pretty good for my sister to wear."
As she spoke, she picked up the orders on the stall and tried them one by one.
Sure enough, as she said, Mrs. Feng wore such a hairpin and no longer had that strange feeling.
On the contrary, it further highlights her own luxurious temperament. Every word, every move, and every move has her own unique style and characteristics.
Luxurious yet clean and neat, it is in line with Mrs. Feng's consistent character.
"Although hairpins with many colors like this look good, they are very picky and can cause problems if you are not careful. Even I don't dare to try it easily."
Song Yutong smiled and explained to General Feng: "General Feng, except for these, you can choose from all the others. Why don't you choose the right one for your sister?"
She had a very encouraging look in her eyes, which conveyed a message to General Feng.
That's the choice, pick it quickly, it's time to make up for your mistakes.
After the speechless incident of General Feng wearing all the inappropriate hairpins on Mrs. Feng, the hairpins chosen by Song Yutong were actually more acceptable to Mrs. Feng.
Even if some hairpins don't look that good, she will be satisfied as long as they look better than before.
General Feng carefully selected one of the hairpins and gave it to Mrs. Feng. This time, the effect was surprisingly good.
It is a silver, slightly more elegant hairpin inlaid with red stones.
After Mrs. Feng put it on, her splendor and elegance added a bit of vitality.
"The general's vision has really changed qualitatively. It's really good. It's very beautiful. Sister, take a look."
Song Yutong praised General Feng for being so good, and then helped to give General Feng a step to get down.
"It's really good. I like this one."
After hearing this, General Feng showed a naive smile and immediately took out the money and handed it to the stall owner.
"I want this one, I bought it."
After the stall owner received the money, he was so happy that he thought the business would never be successful. Now that it is successful, he is naturally happy.
The stall owner also gave Song Yutong a grateful look.
Cheng Hanyan saw that Mrs. Feng and General Feng were both happy, and looked thoughtfully at the hairpin on the stall.
I don't know if it was his illusion, but he actually thought the red, purple and colorful hairpins were beautiful.
His wife's fair skin and beautiful appearance are most suitable for such a hairpin to be used as a foil.
Just thinking about what Song Yutong said to Feng Yi just now, Cheng Hanyan became a little unsure again.
But he still wanted his wife to give it a try.
But now that General Feng and his wife are here again, they don't want his wife to lose face.
Cheng Hanyan quietly reached out his hand and scratched Song Yutong's palm.
Song Yutong turned to look at Cheng Hanyan, only to find the man blinking at her expectantly.
The alarm bells rang loudly in her heart, and she almost blurted it out.
"What kind of monster do you want to be?"
Cheng Hanyan: "..."
Mrs. Feng and his wife also looked over, with blank expressions on their faces. They didn't know what happened to the young couple.
Cheng Hanyan didn't feel comfortable saying it in public, so he shook his head and said, "It's nothing."
"There's someone making clay sculptures ahead, let's go take a look." Madam Feng suddenly became interested and pulled Song Yutong away together.
Feng Yi followed closely, and Cheng Hanyan had to follow, but he waited until Feng Yi left and bought the very gaudy hairpin.
Quietly hiding it in his arms, he pretended to be nonchalant and followed the others leisurely.
However, just two stalls away from a few people, Naituanzi looked longingly at his father who had left.
He shouted until his voice almost became hoarse.
Have his father and mother forgotten that they still have this son?
Nai Tuanzi curled up his little mouth, with a very disappointed expression on his face, seriously wondering if his parents didn't like him anymore.
The deputy general came over, put his hand on Naituanzi's shoulder and patted him.
"Let's go, I'll take you to play, let's ignore those four heartless people."
The deputy general's tone was very melancholy, and he took Naituanzi and the two of them to play hoops.
The ancient hoops are no different from modern ones. They are just a bunch of gadgets placed on the ground, with a few pens and a few hoops, and whatever is caught in the hoop can be taken away.
Naturally, this game can't stump the lieutenant with a hit rate of 95, but it can stump Nai Tuanzi.
Naituanzi trapped more than thirty people in a row, but one of them missed. The deputy general was speechless when he saw his expression.
I have serious doubts, is this really the child of two brothers?
Why is this technology so poor?
I think when he first learned archery, his hit rate could be as high as 50%.
According to Brother Cheng, the first time he learned archery, his hit rate was 95%, which is no exaggeration.
It's called Chenghan's diffraction arrow. It's easy to pierce a poplar with a hundred steps or kill three eagles with one arrow.
It's like it's something you're born with.
Now I saw Naituanzi grunting and aiming at that spot but he couldn't get it in no matter what. The lieutenant almost gave him step-by-step guidance and taught him how to set it. However, it didn't have much effect.
"Why don't we go to the front and practice throwing pot first?"
The lieutenant didn't care whether Naituanzi answered or not, so he took him by the collar and walked towards the pot throwing direction.
However, playing huts here, he unexpectedly bumped into Helian Yunting.
Helian Yunting was wearing a colored riding outfit, with her hair standing high, and she had a bright and heroic beauty.
It's hard to take your eyes away from her.
Helian Yunting held the arrow feathers in her hand and fired ten shots in a row, all of them hitting the target. She was obviously the master of throwing pots among them.
When the lieutenant saw it, he was a little surprised and amazed, and was amazed by her skill in throwing pots.
"Okay!" Among the crowd's cheers, the deputy general's voice was sonorous and powerful, the most obvious.
Helian Yunting was attracted by his voice and looked in his direction.
Just when she saw Naituanzi standing there, Helian Yunting's eyes lit up and she trotted over.
"Naituanzi Cheng Mingxuan, you want to come over and play hut, do you want my sister to teach you?"
Helian Yunting squatted down in front of Nai Tuanzi, and placed a pair of slender claws on Nai Tuanzi's face.
"Sister, if you rub my face again, I'm going to drool." Naituanzi took Helian Yunting's hand away from her face with a look of disgust.
"Hey, I can't help it, who told you that your face is so easy to touch?" Helian Yunting's smile was cute and innocent, and her whole person was flamboyant and bright.
The deputy general's eyes were filled with admiration.
"Why don't you see your parents? Are you here with the deputy general?"
Helian Yunting raised her eyes and saw the deputy general standing next to Naituanzi.
Because she was used to calling the deputy general, Helian Yunting had long forgotten what this man's real name was.