Time is like water, fleeting.

The Buddha Bathing Festival also came to an end on the seventh day, and the motorcade of a group of nobles returned to Chang'an from the Buddha Yuan Temple.

Shen Qingyu's carriage had been abandoned since she came, Mo Qingning and Mo Qingying naturally didn't want to sit with her, and she didn't want to humiliate herself, so she simply took Xiao Chengyu's ride.

Xiao Chengyu was quite noisy along the way, and she accompanied him to have a good time.

Yun Zheng, who was driving the car, listened to the laughter coming from the car, and couldn't help wiping a cold sweat, is his master pretending to be an idiot? Or is he really stupid?

Enough fuss, Shen Qingyu closed his eyes and pillowed on his lap, panting slightly, his beautiful complexion faintly red.

Since her rebirth, except for the days in Xianyang City, now is her most relaxed moment.

He leaned against the wall of the car, and his hand hidden under the wide sleeve twisted a touch of her green silk and played with it, and if he was more detailed, he would have seen the glimmer of his eyes.

"Is my sister sleepy?" He asked softly.

She calmed down and hummed softly.

She fell asleep to the rolling of the wheels and the sound of the horses, and in a few moments there was an even sound of breathing.

The woman was as soft as a kitten on her lap, making people want to kiss it.

This strange thing came to mind, and he suppressed it, and the starry eyes quietly moved away from her.

It inevitably disturbed her dreams, and from the time she was getting better, he always maintained a movement, even though his legs and feet were numb, he was still motionless.

I don't know when, it started to rain outside the car. The sudden wind blew a corner of the car curtain, and the cold wind poured in, and she frowned slightly in her sleep, shrinking her body like a kitten.

Seeing this, he picked up the blanket and landed on her, and instead picked up the dagger beside him and nailed it to the flying curtain.

This night, she slept extremely peacefully............

When I was about to arrive in Chang'an, it was already early in the morning of the next day.

Chang'an after the rain is extremely refreshing, the tender willows on the riverside are swaying in the wind, the main street is a little deserted, only a few canvas signboards are blown by the wind, and the street vendors are wrapped in their clothes, looking like they haven't woken up.

The freshly released steamed buns from the best Lin Kee steamed bun shop on East Street are hot and fragrant, adding a few touches of fireworks to this cold morning.

"Little Marquis, if you want to eat this bun and order the old slave to come, why do you want to come here in person?" Uncle Wang frowned, very puzzled by the whim of his little marquis.

In the past, his little marquis would never stop if he didn't sleep three poles a day. What's more, a few days ago, the little marquis was punished for provoking others to beat Princess Huaiyu.

He watched the old marquis whip the little marquis a hundred whips, not to mention the skin and flesh on his back, and even the clothes were stained with blood.

Sheng Jingchen took the steamed bun wrapped in oiled paper, threw a silver ingot to the owner of the steamed bun shop, and said in a good mood: "Today is the return date of the sick beauty, and the master will come in person." ”

Uncle Wang was a little confused: "What is the sick beauty in the mouth of the little marquis?"

"Master's sweetheart. He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Uncle Wang sighed in his heart, when did his little marquis have a sweetheart? Could it be that he is a young lady from Xiao Mansion, he remembers a few days when the little marquis ran to Xiao Mansion every day.

"Little Hou Ye, is this the young lady who fell in love with Xiao Mansion?" Wang Bo was suddenly happy.

His little marquis is dissolute and uninhibited, often causing the old marquis to have a headache, not to mention, but also to make the Hou Mansion tremble, if the little marquis becomes a family, maybe he can be more stable, but he can unload a stone in the heart of the old marquis.

"Does the master look like this?" He glanced at Uncle Wang with a strange expression, and walked towards the city gate without looking back.

Uncle Wang looked at his little marquis and showed a smile of relief, the girl who could make this little marquis of Hu Tianhai appear in the end, he had to report to the old marquis as soon as possible.

Sheng Xiaohou Ye stood in a neat green shirt on the rainy street, holding an umbrella in one hand and a steaming bun in the other.

But after waiting for a long time, I never saw the carriage of Mofu, but I saw Song Haotian, Song Haotian has always been at odds with him, and he took the opportunity to ridicule him when he saw him like this.

Sheng Xiaohou is not a vegetarian, so he naturally went back. As for Song Zhiyuan, looking at him with a look of just beginning to fall in love, he couldn't help but shake his head, his good cousin was really planted this time.

The drizzle and the wind were blowing, and he glanced at the city gate, and without thinking, he stuffed the oiled paper bag wrapped in the bun into his arms.

After a while, he finally asked him to wait for the carriage of Mofu, but there was no figure of her in the two carriages in the connection.

"Sick ...... What about Nian Chu?" he threw the oil-paper umbrella behind him, and blocked Mo Qingning's way with a cold face.

Mo Qingning poked his head out from behind the curtain, his face was a little ugly: "In the carriage of the Xiao Mansion." ”

Xiao Bingyu, who was closely behind Mo Qingning's car, lightly lifted the curtain and looked at the figure with a wistful gaze, her little face was quite complaining, how could Mo Nianchu's slut be able to make Brother Jingchen so attentive?

After another half an hour or so, the person he had been waiting for was late.

Glancing at Sheng Xiaohou Ye who was blocking the road, Yun Zheng hurriedly grabbed the reins.

"Sick beauty. He couldn't help but let out a cry.

It's Sheng Jingchen! The corners of Shen Qingyu's mouth unconsciously grinned, put down the shortbread in her hand, and she bent down and got out of the carriage.

Xiao Chengyu's gaze fell on the half of the shortbread she had eaten, and a touch of obscurity quietly passed under her deep eyes.

She jumped out of the carriage with great skill, and walked up to him in a few steps.

"You...... Are you alright?"

She meant something, and he knew it.

"Do you think the little master looks like something is wrong?" he smiled meaninglessly, and reached out and took out the oil-paper bag wrapped in the bun from his arms.

But after waiting for so long, even if I put it in my arms and held it, the bun was already cold.

As soon as he took out his hand, Sheng Xiaohou regretted it and hurriedly retracted. Where was she willing to give him a chance to hide, and immediately reached out and snatched it in one fell swoop.

"When did the uninhibited Marquis Sheng hide it like this?" She chuckled and opened the oiled paper bag.

There were three round buns lying in the orange-yellow oily paper bag, and there were a lot of oil stains on the buns around them.

He secretly glanced at her expression, only to see her pick up a meat bun with a smile on her eyebrows, and was about to enter it, when his heart tightened and hurriedly took it back.

"This bun is cold, the master will go buy you a hot one again. After that, he was about to turn around with the cold bun, but she grabbed him.

He looked back at her, and her smiling face was a little playful: "When did I become so squeamish?"

Sheng Xiaohou Ye was blinded by her laughter for a while, and was stunned for a moment, and a touch of crimson quietly crept up on his handsome face.

The girl he spoils is naturally squeamish.

This scene of reunion is full of feelings that no one in the bureau has ever seen through, and perhaps even Shen Qingyu has never found that his attitude towards Sheng Jingchen has quietly changed.

Yun Zheng suddenly felt a little chill on his back, and he had the courage to glance back, and then looked at the corner where the curtain was lifted, and his master's face was silent, without any different color.

"Yun Zheng, go home. He withdrew his gaze and commanded coldly.

Yun Zheng shivered inexplicably, didn't dare to slack off, and drove the carriage away after saying a word to Shen Qingyu.

"Sick beauty, don't you have a carriage in Mofu, how can you take this little fool's carriage?" Sheng Jingchen asked a little depressed.

If you taste these words, it is not difficult to hear the vinegar between the words.

Shen Qingyu didn't take it to heart: "When the carriage went to Foyuan Temple, it was abolished, I didn't agree with Mo Qingning and Mo Qingying, if I didn't take Chengyu's carriage, would I come back?"

Sheng Jingchen pursed his lips angrily, and muttered in his heart, wait for Ming'er, he has to ask someone to send a carriage to her, and she is sitting in the carriage of the little fool in Xiao Mansion.

Xiao Chengyu's extremely cold eyes fell on the shortbread, and his expression became deeper and deeper, the woman seemed to have a good relationship with Sheng Jingchen..................

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