Planning to marry the third master

On the day of the temple fair, Yu Yaohui arrived early and prepared everything. He looked meticulous and considerate. For a moment, Yuan Jinjin thought that Yu Yaohui was such a good man. If she had not met Xie Xinnian, she might have been attracted to such a man.

Before leaving, Yuan Jinjin picked up the child, and Yu Yaohui took it and said, "It's a long way to go, I'll do it." Then he took the child away and said, "Nian Nian, Daddy will hold you."

He crossed his arms and felt annoyed. If the young master knew that his child called someone else dad, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood. He went forward and said that he would hold her, but the little girl refused.

The neighbor Yin came out with her daughter and asked, "Who is this man?"

Yuan Jinjin introduced him: "He is our neighbor across the street, his last name is Yu."

Yin asked Yu Yaohui, "Which one is it across the street? Just point and I'll know it."

Yu Yaohui smiled and said, "It's getting late. It won't be fragrant any later."

Yin said hurriedly: "Let's go."

Several streets were filled with people. Xie Yunxiao frowned when he knew that Feng Zhuohua was going to the temple fair. He had seen the grandeur of this temple fair before. It was just clay statues that were carried around everywhere. It was nothing to see. The most amazing thing was that people were so crowded that one could not turn around. He, with his muscular body, was unable to move even after being squeezed by the crowd, let alone women and children. He really did not think there was anything interesting about this excitement.

Feng Zhuohua did not go to the temple fair in the first two years, but today, because Luo Mingrou wanted to see the hustle and bustle of Lin'an and learn about the local customs and people, she asked her daughter to go. Feng Zhuohua was not interested at all, so she agreed to go.

Seeing Tangtang also go out, Xie Yunxiao said nothing and said, "I'll go with you."

Feng Zhuohua curled her lips and said, "Okay."

It would be nice to have Xie Yunxiao accompany me, but I don’t know if I can ask him to carry me when I’m tired.

The temple fair is outside the city, but the "immortal" will go through the east gate and the west gate.

Because they have to burn incense, which cannot be stopped throughout the day, almost everyone goes out to pray for the protection of the gods, to respect nature, to respect their ancestors, and to respect the gods. Many people participate in temple fairs to pray for blessings and to avoid disasters.

Feng Zhuohua went out late and thought it was just a lively scene, so he didn't think much about it and didn't ask any questions.

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Someone knocked on the door, and Aunt Yu opened it. Ali asked one after another, his mouth dry and his tongue parched. He asked everyone he saw, "Is there a girl named Yuan here, with a daughter named Nian Nian?"

Aunt Yu recognized the clothes and asked, "Are you from the Xie family?"

"Ali nodded."

"Oh, then Miss Yuan took the child to the temple fair."

Hearing this, Ali looked at the door and hurried to the handover address that Xie Xinnian had agreed on. The first person to find the item was rewarded with fifty taels of silver. He had never seen so much silver in his life, and he ran away almost immediately.

At Mingchuan Teahouse, Feng Zhuoming was still drinking tea with Xie Xinnian. Sitting high up, they could see far away, watching the crowds of people coming and going on the street. Feng Zhuoming asked, "Aren't you going to the temple fair?"

Xie Xinnian shook his head: "This kind of excitement... is fatal!"

Feng Zhuo Ming smiled, and then said: "I wonder if Sister will go to the temple fair."

Xie Xinnian said: "According to Third Uncle's habits, if he was going to go, he would be the first one to go. I'm afraid he would have returned early by now."

As he was talking, he saw someone in the crowd who looked like Xie Yunxiao, with a little girl riding on his neck. Feng Zhuoming poked his head out, thinking he had seen it wrong. He looked carefully and saw someone who looked like his sister. The woman next to him seemed to be his mother. Then he pointed downstairs and said, "Look."

Xie Xinnian looked for a long time and said, "It really is Third Uncle."

Feng Zhuoming called out first: "Sister, mother."

"Third Uncle!" Xie Xinnian also shouted.

There were too many people shouting on the street, and no one paid attention to the person in charge.

The carriage could not move, so Xie Yunxiao took his men and left. He originally wanted to persuade Feng Zhuohua to leave, but then he thought that since she had never experienced this and might go out again in the future, he decided to accompany her this time.

The carriage couldn't move, and the few people didn't want to go back. Tangtang was also very happy and said there were so many people.

Whatever Xie Yunxiao wanted, he had to take people through it once.

The people upstairs shouted for a long time but got no response, so they thought of chasing him. Coincidentally, at this moment, a reckless subordinate knocked Xie Xinnian back a few steps. Xie Xinnian immediately turned gloomy, and then he heard someone say, "We found the man. He said he went to the temple fair."

At this moment, Xie Xinnian didn't care about being angry, and immediately asked: "Where is the temple fair?"

"I don't know."

Xie Xinnian hurried downstairs.

Xie Yunxiao led his men to an alley with few people. When Feng Zhuoming caught up with them, everyone was gone. They looked left and right, heading towards the direction of the temple fair.

Xie Xinnian didn't run as fast as Feng Zhuo, and they got separated immediately. No matter what, they just walked towards the temple fair.

Ali followed Xie Xinnian, fearing that he would forget about the fifty taels.

Walking out of Lin'an City and following the crowd, the further you go, the denser the crowd becomes, and the slower they go. Those who want to walk faster will be squeezed by the crowd, and the crowd becomes more and more crowded as you get to the front.

Someone in front separated the people walking in the middle, as if a team was coming in the opposite direction. The road was getting narrower and narrower, and the people made way one after another.

Feng Zhuoming was squeezed so hard that he couldn't move. Then a girl was pushed in front of him and pressed tightly against him.

The two of them faced each other and said at the same time: "I'm sorry."

The sounds of gongs and drums were getting closer and closer. The woman blushed and put her hands on the man's chest. She was squeezed from time to time, which was really uncomfortable. The woman couldn't move away at all.

Feng Zhuoming frowned, feeling uncomfortable all over. The woman's curvy body was very obvious in front of him.

He lowered his eyes, and the woman frowned. She tried several times but couldn't back away, so she finally gave up. She...had tried her best.

Feng Zhuoming remained calm and used his arms to create a small space for her so that people with ulterior motives could not squeeze in. He glanced coldly at the person who deliberately wanted to take advantage of her.

Seeing that the man was honest, he did not put down his arms and stared straight at the approaching team.

The woman felt that the surroundings were not crowded, there was just a little space, and the annoying feeling was gone. Then she noticed that the man had left her a space. His arm did not touch her, but he just asked her to stand properly without having to stick too close to him.

Looking up, she found that although he was not a handsome man, he had the conduct of a gentleman in his heart, and she accepted his good impression.

She said, "Thank you." Her soft and gentle voice was very pleasant to the ear.

Feng Zhuoming asked: "How long will this temple fair last?"

Yun Jiayi asked, "Are you from another country?"

Feng Zhuoming nodded.

"The temple fair usually ends before the city gates close."

Feng Zhuoming nodded: "Thank you."

The procession was so long that it seemed as if there was no end in sight. All the gods had come down to earth and were being carried away.

After watching for a short while, the man who had just been warned became unbalanced and hit the surrounded woman hard.

Feng Zhuoming had no choice but to "hug" the woman, and then his brows turned cold and he said to the woman in front of his chest: "I'm sorry."

The man and woman changed positions, and the woman was protected in a better position. It was just a light hug, so what.

The woman raised her eyes, and they looked at each other. The woman asked, "Sir, we have never met before, why are you protecting her?" He knew that she was protecting him.

Feng Zhuoming said: "It's just a piece of cake." He raised his hand and it really was just a piece of cake.

He spoke lightly, not caring about the immortals parading behind him. The woman smiled coquettishly and said, "I think the immortals have really come down to earth."

Feng Zhuoming laughed: "Since you don't believe in gods, then why are you here at this temple fair?"

"My mother believed it, so I had to follow."

"Where's your mother?"

"Get lost."

"Are you scared to be alone?"

The woman smiled and said, "We've been separated in previous years, so it's no problem."

"You're not in a hurry, but your mother might be."

"My mother has two older sisters, and she rarely worries about me. I think she knows that I will come home."

This statement revealed that she was not favored.

Feng Zhuo Ming said: "Who are you in the family?"

The girl held up four fingers, number four.

Her fingers were slender, white and tender like onions, with ink stains on her nails, which showed that she had been educated.

Feng Zhuohua nodded and said nothing else. It was unknown when the team behind would finish.

Yun Jiayi asked, "What's your name, sir? Where do you live? I'll bring gifts to thank you someday."

Feng Zhuo Ming said: "My last name is Feng, so there is no need to thank me. To be honest, I am helpless."

Yun Jiayi curved her lips and said, "Young Master is a very honest man."

Feng Zhuoming: "What's your name?" It was the first time he asked a girl's name, and he treated her as a little sister because the girl in front of him was really a little short.

"Yun Jiayi."

"A beautiful moon is not something you see often, but a calm moon always brings joy. What a good name."

Yun Jiayi raised her eyes, stared at the man in front of her, and said, "Young Master, you have great literary talent. My grandfather gave me the name based on the two words in this poem."

"Yeah."

"Ah."