But....

She looked down at what she was wearing, her eyes flickering slightly, and she was thinking about it.

Soon, she opened the door and went to the next door to call Qingyao, and the two went out of the inn directly.

Although it was almost dusk at this time, there was still a lot of traffic on the street, and Murong Qin still knew this place, this town was called Wuzhu Town, and it was the most prosperous township in the vicinity by a canal.

Because the land is close to the capital, so there are many merchants from the north and south will settle down here to rest, in addition to some merchants who do business on the street, there are also a lot of dignitaries and nobles who come out to play in the spring, and the sons and ladies of the family.

Therefore, don't look at Wuzhu Town is just a small township, but it is more luxurious than the county seat of Yuanling, just in this moment, Murong Qin has seen several waves of luxurious carriages with maids and servants passing in front of him.

Although the original owner was relatively familiar with Jingzhong before, it was the first time for Murong Qin himself to come to this prosperous town so closely.

It's just that she didn't notice that something was wrong with Qingyao since she entered the town.

I don't know if he remembered something, his black and white eyes in the past were full of anger and pain, and he couldn't control it.

"It's here. He

kept walking forward, and it wasn't until he was outside a ready-to-wear shop that Murong Qin stopped.

The neutral and cold Shen Yin instantly pulled Qing Yao's thoughts back, and the coldness on his body also dissipated a lot, he glanced at the shop in front of him intently, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, do you want to

buy clothes?" "Wrong! It's not that I want to buy clothes, but we all have to buy clothes!"

Under the sunset, the golden light reflected the delicate face of the person in front of him was particularly thrilling, and the anxiety and pain that had been forcibly suppressed in Qing Yao's heart suddenly calmed down.

If the purpose is to meet the person in front of him, then what else can't he get out of?

The painful and tangled heart is relieved in an instant.

"Okay!" said Qing Yao, who was not smiling, and actually exuded a sincere smile from the inside out, this smile hung on his magnificent face, which was simply amazing to the point of suffocation.

Murong Qin relieved himself and exclaimed, "Qingyao, I have already said that you should not always keep a straight face when you are young, it is good to smile more, look! It would be great if you were like this every day!"

"Okay."

Qing Yao, who used to respond with silence every time he was teased by Murong Qin, said yes for the first time.

Murong Qin was suddenly a little surprised, although she didn't know why, she always felt that Qing Yao's kung fu for a while was suddenly a little different.

"Bang

!" "Oops!" The

exclamation instantly attracted Murong Qin's gaze, and he saw that in front of the big tree not far away, there was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl who was annoyed and covered her forehead with a handkerchief, it seemed that she had hit her head because she was only looking at Qingyao and didn't know it.

Murong Qin originally wanted to laugh, but suddenly it occurred to him that Qingyao was almost eighteen this year, and according to the customs of Daling, he had already passed the age of marrying his own son, if it wasn't for being exiled, he might have been looked at by a girl who had become a family and lived a life with a group of children.

But now, he is living such a hard life with her in exile.

It's her carelessness!

Not only Qingyao, but also Qingwu, Shen Ye, Ziluo, Lufu and others, all of whom have reached the age when they should get married, in the future, she must have more snacks and solve all their major life events as soon as possible.

"Childe, this is a gift from my young lady. A

delicate little maid ran over like a gust of wind, and while the two of them were not paying attention, she stuffed the handkerchief in her hand into Qingyao's arms with lightning speed, and instantly turned around and ran away.

Looking at the little girl beside the maid who was covering her head, but her face was flushed, and her eyes were flashing to peek this way, Murong Qin suddenly smiled.

Accustomed

to the fast-food marriages of young people in later generations, and looking at the subtle but hot emotions of ancient times, she suddenly felt an impulse in her heart.

Perhaps, in this alternate era, there will be such a lover waiting for her?

Murong Qin raised his eyes and looked at him seriously, and said with a smile, "Qingyao, if you like it, I can personally go to the door to propose marriage for you."

Hearing this, Qing Yao frowned, glanced coldly at the champa exuding a woman's rouge gouache in his arms, and grabbed the champa without hesitation and prepared to return the thing.

The young lady seemed to have guessed his intentions, and her face, which had been smoky, turned a little white in an instant, and her worried eyes were faintly glistening.

The customs of Daling, women to their favorite men to express their joy, can give handkerchiefs, silk flowers and purses and other things, if the man likes, will give back a portable accessory, it is considered a love token, another day you can ask the matchmaker to come to the door to propose.

If the man does not agree, most of them will only accept it in order to protect the woman's face, and will not return the gift, if the woman is returned to the token by the person she likes in public, it is a very humiliating thing, if it is passed out, it will definitely become someone else's after-dinner conversation.

Murong Qin sighed to herself, Qingyao is good at everything, how could he be so puzzled?

She reached out to stop him

and took the champa over, "Don't, if you don't like it, leave it to me

!" With that, she carefully took the champa into her arms, and then waved her hand at the girl, "Thank you!"

The girl's pale face was a little better, she bowed to Murong Qin with a grateful face, glanced at Qing Yao with a resentful look, and then quickly disappeared into the flow of people with the maid.

Murong Qin turned his head and glared at the indifferent Qing Yao, quite hating that iron is not steel

, "What are you asking me to say about you?"

Qing Yao didn't answer, only pursed his lips in silence.

Come on!

Again...

Murong Qin couldn't figure out what he was thinking, but since Qingyao was unwilling, then she wouldn't force it.

After all, fate has not arrived, and the twisted melon is not sweet, she still knows this.

She laughed out loud with crooked eyebrows, and directly put this matter behind, then pulled his robe and walked to the shop, patting her chest and saying arrogantly as she walked

, "Let's go! Beauty, I have a treat today, if you like anything, just take it, and the rest is all wrapped up in the master..."

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