Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Song Tingran was very satisfied. Sang Cheng lowered his head. Fortunately, there were no other customers in the store.

"Boss, do you have a veil? It suits this one."

"...have."

The owner of the clothing store brought out a lot of clothes, almost all of which were light gauze styles and came in many colors.

Song Tingran chose a one-month-old white one for Sang Cheng and brought it up directly. He breathed a sigh of relief, as he couldn't see his face clearly.

After paying the money, the two left here. Song Tingran asked the owner of the clothing store to send Sang Cheng's clothes to Gambling Stone Fang.

"Master Wife, I really didn't expect you to let me do this on the street." Sang Cheng kept his head lowered.

Song Tingran only thought it was funny and pulled his arm, "Raise your head and chest out, now we are sisters out on the street!"

Sang Cheng was still a little awkward. When he passed by a small vendor, Song Tingran picked up the small bronze mirror on the stall and shined it in front of him.

"Miss Sang, you are so beautiful today."

Sang Cheng remained silent, took the bronze mirror and looked at it, this clothes, this hairstyle, this veil, only the eyebrows and eyes were exposed, it was really beautiful.

He smiled through the veil and walked away. Song Tingran immediately chased after him, continuing to hold his arms.

"My dear Sang Cheng, you look really good like this, don't you like it?"

"Master Wife, I like it, but it's a bit awkward, mainly because there are so many people on the street."

"Don't be afraid, no one will recognize you, and as long as I'm here, we'll stick together and I'll protect you."

Sang Cheng nodded and gradually relaxed a little, and the two of them walked down the street like sisters.

In the end, even the title was changed.

Sister Ran, sister Cheng.

"You call me again, I like to hear it." Song Tingran pestered Sang Cheng to call her sister.

"Sister Ran." Sang Cheng was shy.

"No, remove the word "ran" and let me listen."

"Sister." With friendship in his eyes, he looked at Song Tingran and called her sister.

Song Tingran was so happy, "Scream again and again."

"No."

"Ah, scream~" This time it was Song Tingran's turn to ask Sang Cheng.

Sang Cheng enjoyed it very much, it made him feel a different kind of love.

"Then what reward will my sister give me?"

He is really wise.

Song Tingran had been confused for a long time, "I'll give you everything. I'll give you whatever you want."

It has always been like this. Sang Cheng rolled his eyes and looked around the street, "Sister, how about our portrait? It's just you and me. We, I want to post it in my house."

"Okay, no problem."

Sang Cheng was happy and his mouth became even sweeter. On the way to the post house, he talked about a sister in one mouthful. Song Tingran never closed his mouth.

The people here in the post house are complicated. People come from the south and go from the north. Song Tingran holds Sang Cheng along the whole way.

"I'm sorry, have you received a name card from the Sihai Escort Bureau recently?" Song Tingran asked the waiter in a post house.

The waiter was sorting out the accounts. When he looked up, he saw two girls who looked like they were of high status. He became enthusiastic and even checked the recent name stickers. "I didn't receive them from the two distinguished guests."

The escorts stay overnight at the inns in each place. Before heading to the next stop, they will send name cards and reserve seats in advance.

Because the post house was set up by the imperial court, it was safer and easier to deal with if something was lost.

Since the Sihai Escort Agency has not posted its name, it means that it will not come within the next three to five days.

This time dragged on for a long time. Song Tingran was not worried at first, but now he is a little worried.

Sang Cheng didn't dare to speak for fear of revealing that he was the husband, so he shook Song Tingran's arm slightly.

"It's okay, let's go."

Sang Cheng nodded.

However, the two of them were stopped by the waiter from the inn. She looked to be over forty years old, but she looked capable.

"Two distinguished guests, I'm really sorry to stay."

Song Tingran and Sang Cheng stopped, thinking there was news from the Sihai Escort Agency.

The results were surprising.

The waiter in the store said that there was a young man of marriageable age at home who had just grown hair and was looking for a wife.

"Girl, I wonder if your home is in Daniu Village. When can we see you?" The waiter in the shop was very sincere.

Sang Cheng panicked and came at him. He held Song Tingran's arm tightly. This was something the waiter couldn't do. He was thinking that he was mute, right?

If you are mute and so rich, that’s fine too!

Song Tingran put her hand on his to comfort him, and quickly came to the rescue, saying, "I'm sorry, my sister's marriage has been arranged at home."

The waiter in the shop felt a little regretful, "It's such a pity. It's better to just be a young man. It doesn't take much effort to meet him."

Song Tingran refused again, pulled Sang Cheng and quickly left the post house.

After walking a long way, Sang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, and Song Tingran looked at him and smiled.

"My wife, you're still laughing at me." Sang Cheng stamped his feet and turned around, facing away from her.

Song Tingran went to coax him, but as soon as he passed, Sang Cheng changed direction. It was harder to catch than a pig during the New Year.

"Good Sang Cheng, this shows that you are good-looking. Now there are people who want to climb up to your high branches. It's a pity that your name already has an owner, and others will have no chance."

"Of course there is no chance, Wife, I was scared just now..." I felt aggrieved.

"Oh, don't feel wronged. Come on, sister, give me a hug. Let me see what's going on."

Song Tingran hugged Sang Cheng like a child, and then patted his back.

"My wife... let's go get a portrait." Sang Cheng would quickly coax her, still thinking about the portrait.

"Okay, go now."

The two held hands and went to the portrait gallery. There were quite a lot of people inside and it was very lively.

Someone immediately came to greet me, "Two distinguished guests, please come inside. Slow down and watch your steps."

"There are so many people, do we still have to queue up?" Song Tingran asked.

"No need to queue, we have many painters in our family, and all of them are excellent. Let's come here and choose a picture frame."

They are really professional, and the people in the portrait studio have good service attitude, which makes people feel warm.

"Sister Cheng, which one do you like?"

Sang Cheng picked it up. He adapted quickly to this change of title. There were so many different names, and he just thought they all looked good.

"You still want to join the painting together? You need to know your identity. You are just a young man. You cannot join the painting with the wife. Only I can. There are many people here. I will save your face and wait aside. "

A man who looked like he belonged to a wealthy family tried to lower his voice as he spoke. There was a young man next to him. After being told this, he stood beside him submissively and somewhat unconvinced.

Because they were relatively close to Song Tingran and Sang Cheng, both of them heard it.

Song Tingran also understood why Sang Cheng was so happy. It turned out that there was another reason.

"Sister Cheng, have you made your choice? Let's paint one today, and then we can come together later when we change into beautiful clothes."

"Is it really okay?" Sang Cheng was so happy that he said it. It was obviously a man's voice.