Ye Li looked at the lantern in her hand, and looked at the other one on the side and smiled. She took the pen and outlined it on the other lamp. She took a longer time than Mo Xiuyao. Mo Xiuyao didn't care. She stood patiently waiting for her to finish painting. When Ye Li handed him the drawn lantern to him, Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows in surprise. On the lantern, a man jumped on the horse and carried a gun with an extraordinary momentum. Ye Li did not draw several words like Mo Xiuyao. In the whole picture, the man jumped into the air was as sharp as the god of war came to the world. This was exactly the scene outside Yonglin City that day. Mo Xiuyao looked at the lantern in his hand and smiled deeper, "Is this what I was like in A Li's eyes at that time?"

Ye Li's beautiful face was slightly red, and she picked up her beauty lantern on her own, "I can't express my feelings as a young master's pen, so I won't like it if I don't like it."

Mo Xiuyao smiled and said, "How come he doesn't like it? I will definitely collect it well." Looking at the person on the lantern, Mo Xiuyao's eyes were filled with more joy. He never knew that he was so extraordinary and fierce in A Li's eyes.

After withdrawing the money and paying it to the old man who was painting the lanterns by himself, Mo Xiuyao took Ye Li's hand and walked forward again. On the one hand, he looked at the trance of the old man who looked down at the broken silver that could be worth his income from buying lanterns all night. His eyes flashed and suddenly he seemed to think of something and felt a little excited, "Yes... it turned out to be..." He still didn't say what it was. The old man looked at the pair of backs that were gradually fading away. A few years ago, there was also a young man in brocade clothes who came to him to buy lanterns every month. But every time the young man only picked the most ordinary and worst one he made, but he would give him enough silver for a good lantern. After a long time, he realized that the young man looked alone and worried that those who did not do that would not be sold, so he picked the worst one. But the young man never appeared a few years ago...

Both of them are clear-headed and extraordinary. After just walking a few steps, the old man's murmur naturally came into his ears. Ye Li glanced at Mo Xiuyao and said with a smile: "I've seen through my identity, Prince." Mo Xiuyao smiled lightly: "It's nothing. I used to come here often, but I didn't expect that the old gentleman could recognize me." Mo Xiuyao's life can be said to be divided by the age of seventeen, and from then on, there are two completely different appearances. If it weren't for someone familiar, it would be difficult to connect the two people together. Ye Li looked down at the lantern that had just been painted in his hand, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

The two of them walked leisurely on the streets like many young men and women. Although their outstanding appearance and temperament attracted many people's curious and envious eyes, they were obviously much happier than the exploratory and calculating eyes of the palace and the powerful. Ye Li looked at various small stalls on both sides of the street while walking curiously. The things sold on them were not necessarily very good, they were all used by ordinary people. Although they were simple and unpretentious, they made people feel closer to nature. Mo Xiuyao smiled and pulled Ye Li to a stall selling jewelry, rouge and water powder. Naturally, there was no valuable good things on the small stall. The middle-aged couple who set up the stall also saw that the couple in front of them were obviously not ordinary people, and although they might not be able to look at their own things, they were still selling them hard.

Mo Xiuyao picked up a simple pearl flower hairpin and looked at Ye Li, then shook his head and put it back.

A slender and jade-like plain hand picked up the flower hairpin again, and met Mo Xiuyao's eyes. Ye Li raised her eyebrows and smiled, "What?"

Mo Xiuyao sighed lightly, "This flower hairpin will only be dull by Ali. Ali is suitable for the brightest pearls. A few days ago, I booked some night pearls in Fenghualou. Tomorrow, Ali will go and see what styles she likes to make?" Ye Li held the simple hairpin in her hand and smiled, "Even if you are not afraid that I will ruin your property, I am afraid that the ladies and ladies in the capital will kill me with their eyes." The jewelry in Fenghualou is famous for the entire Chujing. Even if those ladies from aristocratic families can have a few pieces, it is worth showing off. But others don't know that Ye Li himself knows that almost all the jewelry she uses since her wedding was ordered from Fenghualou. No wonder although Ye Li rarely goes out, he tries to pick some low-key jewelry every time he goes out, but many people still bet on the jewelry on her.

"If you can ruin your family's property by just buying a few pieces of jewelry, it can only be said that our family's foundation is too thin." Mo Xiuyao smiled, took the hairpin from Ye Li and whispered to her hairpin: "I hope A Li gets the best."

Ye Li smiled and said, "What you like is the best. If you don't like it, it's worthless even if you are good."

A faint smile flashed in Mo Xiuyao's eyes and asked in a low voice: "So do Ali like it?" He just liked it alone, and didn't know whether he was talking about this flower hairpin or something else. Ye Li looked slightly red and turned her face to whisper: "It's not bad." After paying, listening to the couple who set up the stalls saying compliments, neither of them cared about it, and turned around and left. While walking, Mo Xiuyao looked at the woman beside him. The inconspicuous pearl flower hairpin seemed to flash a moving luster between the black hair.

"What are you doing there?" Ye Li looked forward, and the noises were heard over there, and most of the crowds rushed over there. At first glance, she saw a dense crowd of people surging. Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It's probably something fun, let's go and see." He handed the two lanterns to the casual people behind him, Mo Xiuyao pulled Ye Li to the crowd. Ye Li looked back at the strange guard carrying two lanterns, frowned and said, "I've forgotten it a little. I haven't seen A Jin since I came back." A Jin has always been taciturn, and most of them were pushing the wheelchair expressionlessly. Now Mo Xiuyao's legs and feet are fine, and A Jin seems to have been forgotten.

Mo Xiuyao turned around and smiled, "I told him to do something else. He has grown up, so he can't always be a guard by my side." Ye Li nodded. A Jin was the nephew of General Manager Mo. General Manager Mo worked hard for the royal family all his life, and A Jin's parents also died for the royal family. Mo Xiuyao should take special care of A Jin.

After squeezing into the crowd, I saw a platform set up at the corner of the street. The colorful silk satin decorated the platform brightly and dazzlingly. There was no one on the stage, but the audience was obviously excited. Ye Li looked at the middle-aged man with a flushed face beside him and asked softly: "What are you doing here?" The middle-aged man turned his head and saw a woman with a beautiful appearance and extraordinary temperament standing beside him. He said with a kind look: "Miss Yao Ji, the first prostitute in the capital, is going to dance here, and he wants to throw hydrangea balls..." Half of his words seemed to remember that the beautiful woman in front of him turned red, and the man's face turned a little vaguely afterwards. Although he didn't explain it clearly, it did not prevent Ye Li from understanding. He was slightly stunned. Ye Li looked back at Mo Xiuyao in confusion and asked, "What he said... Yao Ji is the one I know, right?"
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