Datang started from being a salted fish

Chapter 259 The Oiran Competition?

"I said it was a wild guess, Mr. Shen is thinking too much." At this moment, Cui Ying felt disgusted when she saw Shen Jingbing's face, so she simply turned her head and stopped looking at him: "Also, the little girl is just being a girl at home. Red and the like, I haven’t read any books.”

With Shen Jingbing stuck next to her and Wang Yin like this, Cui Ying wished she could find someone to throw him out and beat him up, so how could she be in the mood to talk nonsense with him. . .

"Speaking of "Dream of Red Mansions" is not bad, in my opinion..." Shen Jingbing didn't seem to see Cui Ying's bored expression towards him at all, and he was talking endlessly there.

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Seeing this, Wang Yin gave Shen Jingbing a thumbs up in his heart: This buddy is fine!I said a few words about Xia Jiba, but I didn't expect him to comprehend it so thoroughly!This son is extraordinary, and will become a great weapon in the future!
Seeing this, Cheng Lingxue kindly pulled Wang Yin to the side to make room for the two of them: Just be kind to me, now that someone is chasing you, a vixen, I'm not a bad girl It’s a good thing for you, isn’t it? Look at me, didn’t I just pull Brother Yin away to give you enough space? I’m so kind, hehe. . .

Cui Ying felt like she was about to collapse at this moment!

This annoying Shen Jingbing was talking non-stop in his ears like a group of buzzing flies, and his head felt like his head was getting bigger.

Cui Ying didn't even suspect that if Shen Jingbing kept talking like this, she might really have to beat someone up. . .

"Mr. Shen," Cui Ying felt that she was on the verge of breaking out, "There is a shop near here that has really good osmanthus cakes. Could you please ask Mr. Shen to buy some for the little girl."

"Eh? Isn't your maid doing this?" Shen Jingbing looked at Cui Ying and asked in doubt.

"Lu'er is not feeling well today, please trouble Mr. Shen." Cui Ying said as she took out her purse and was about to take out money.

"Why are some pastry girls so fussy, come here as soon as you go down." Seeing this, how could Shen Jingbing take Cui Ying's money, and ran out straight away.

"Phew~ I finally sent it away..." Cui Ying secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the fly had finally flown away.

Now she doesn't care about whether doing so will damage the image in Wang Yin's mind, as long as she can drive the fly away at this moment, she doesn't expect anything else. . .

"Brother Yin, come here." When passing by a stall, Cheng Lingxue said so and pulled Wang Yin over. Wang Yinxing went closer and saw that they were selling some accessories and other gadgets.

Naturally, Wang Yin had no interest in those accessories, after all, he was not a master of women's clothing.Instead, he looked at the gadget next to him with relish.

"Brother Yin, what do you think of this?" Cheng Lingxue called out to Wang Yin after picking out a hairpin, and then gesticulated twice with it.

"Well, not bad." Wang Yin casually said something perfunctory, and then continued to look down at those gadgets.

"What about this one?" Cheng Lingxue chose another one and asked Wang Yin.

"It's okay." Wang Yin nodded and continued to look at the gadgets.

"what about this?"

"nice."

"what about this?"

"no problem."

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The stall owner was an aunt in her forties, and when she saw the scene in front of her, she cast a sympathetic look at Cheng Lingxue: You said that such a pretty little lady fell in love with such a piece of wood. . .

Cui Ying also looked at this scene strangely: Is this how the two get along on weekdays?If it is said that Wang Yin hates Cheng Lingxue, it doesn't seem like it.

Through my own observation before, I also discovered that although Wang Yin's attitude towards Cheng Lingxue was not enthusiastic, it was definitely not disgusting either.

As for the reason, Cui Ying couldn't tell, maybe it was the so-called woman's only feeling.

If it's not because of disgust, it can only be because of another reason: this Wang Yin is probably a piece of wood. . .

After all, speaking of Cheng Lingxue's appearance, there is absolutely nothing to be picky about, and even someone as arrogant as Cui Ying has to admit it.

Besides, Wang Yin's age is just when he is interested in women. If he were someone else, such as the fly before, with such a flowery little lady beside him, he would have long wished to surround him for twelve hours. If it's changed, how can it be as lukewarm as Wang Yin is now?

If Wang Yin knew what she was thinking, he would definitely reply: "Girl, the reason why you think this way is that all you meet are licking dogs..."

Thinking of this, Cui Ying couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic to Cheng Lingxue: It's fine that Wang Yin has no literary talents, anyway, you two are good at everything, the key is that you are tired of facing such a piece of wood every day. . . . . .

As for whether she will feel tired, Cheng Lingxue said: "It's nothing, I've already practiced it." . .

"No wonder this girl hasn't taken down Wang Yin for so long, so that's what happened..." After thinking through all this, Cui Ying was not only not happy, but frowned secretly.

After all, the methods she learned before were only for normal men, and Cui Ying said that it was a bit difficult for a creature like a wooden man. . .

"Hmph! Even if you are a log, I will melt you!" Cui Ying looked at Wang Yin's back and secretly made up her mind.

"Brother Yin, what do you think of this?" Cheng Lingxue was still asking as usual.

"Ah, ah, everything you bring looks good." Wang Yin put the hairpin on her head, and then picked up the packed gadgets: "Okay, let's go."

"Brother Yin, you're wearing it crookedly!" Cheng Lingxue pouted when she saw this, and then stretched out her hand to put on the hairpin again: "Mr. Shen hasn't come back yet, why don't we wait for him?"

After speaking, Cheng Lingxue deliberately glanced at Cui Ying, her face full of embarrassment.

"That's right," Wang Yin slapped his forehead when he heard the words: "Then let's just wait here for a while."

"Little lady, I bought the sweet-scented osmanthus cake." Shen Jingbing ran back with a doggy face, still holding a dozen sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in his hand.

"Mr. Shen, I'm really sorry. I suddenly feel sick to my stomach. You can eat it by yourself." Cui Ying was just trying to drive Shen Jingbing away, so she thought about eating osmanthus cake.

In this way, the group of people continued to move forward, and it didn't take long before they came to a river.

"Why are there so many people surrounded in front?" Seeing this, Wang Yin asked curiously, "What's the matter? It's so lively."

"Oh, this one?" Shen Jingbing looked at it and then opened his mouth and said, "In front of it is Yixianju and several nearby brothels holding the Oiran Grand Competition."

"Hehe, so clear?" Seeing this, Wang Yin sized up Shen Jingbing: "Expert!"

"Everyone in Chang'an City knows about this, but my dear brother doesn't know?" Wang Yin originally planned to tease Shen Jingbing, but in the end Shen Jingbing asked back with a spirit of caring for the staff.

(End of this chapter)