On the willow branches on the banks of the Qinhuai River, colorful lanterns are hung densely, pedestrians are weaving on the streets, and horse-drawn carriages slowly push forward with wheels.

Hu Qingchen opened the curtain and looked at the bustling and lively Jinling City at night, but he didn't feel a trace of joy in his heart.

"Is it pretty?"

Hun Qingchen glanced at Murong Qian on the other side and did not answer.

"Ben Gongzi asked you, is it good-looking?"

Murong smiled on his lips and looked at the beautiful side face of Hun Qingchen who had not applied powder.

"Murong Qian, you're really boring!"

Hu Qingchen lowered the curtain and turned his head, "Can't you see that I don't have the heart to deal with you at all?" ”

She really didn't guess at all, as soon as she went out, she met Murong Qian, and he forcibly "invited" her in front of his real father

Get into his carriage!

In the name of beauty, it is said that the lantern will be crowded with many eyes, and it is necessary to be a flower messenger who is light and dusty!

Protecting her is fake, spying on her seems real!

He had to say that she was intentional in the Floating Life Pavilion, and he had to follow her to find out her true face, she was really helpless against him!

"Don't bother with me?"

Murong Qianjian raised his eyebrows slightly, "Then who do you want to deal with?" ”

Hun Qingchen replied angrily: "It's none of your business 1" Oh? It's none of my business? Murong smiled slightly, "Don't you want to know why I invited you to the car?" "What else why?" Hun Qingchen snorted coldly, "Don't you just want to see my true face?" I sue you, Grand Master Murong, I am different from you, I don't have as many scheming as you1 "Then I have to take a closer look!" A smile appeared in Murong Qian's peach blossom eyes, and his gaze kept wandering on Hun Qingchen's body. Hu Qingchen pretended to be calm at first, endured it for a while, and was uncomfortable when he looked at him, and Xiumei frowned slightly: "What do you see, I haven't seen a beauty1" I just think that the mole in the corner of your eye is very special! The corners of Murong Qian's mouth floated a good-looking arc, "It's a bit similar to ordinary matchmakers!" "Murong Qian! You are really rude! Hun Qingchen glanced at Murong Qian deeply, "Speaking of which, he is still the sixth prince of the emperor, and he doesn't know where he has learned the etiquette of poetry and books.1 Murong Qian was not at all unhappy, but spread his hands, pursed his lips, and said in Hun Qingchen's tone: "That's right! I'm also wondering where I've learned.1 Hun Qingchen looked at Murong Qian's funny appearance, and the anger in his heart subsided sharply, and he couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud. "Yo! It's amused by your bitter gourd face! Hu Qingchen's brows just relaxed, and gathered again: "Murong Qian, won't you talk well?" Murong Qian nodded knowingly: "Okay!" Then I'll just say it! Actually...... I want you to help, so that Mo Sheng, the "No. 1 Painter of the Central Plains", agrees to accept me as an apprentice! "Asking Mo Sheng to agree to accept apprentices is simply a fool's dream! Xun Qingchen looked at Murong Qian's rare sincere appearance, and persuaded him with good words: "Murong Gongzi, I advise you not to be delusional, Mr. Mo and Mr. Mo will not agree1 "Why?" "Because...... Mo Sheng can only teach Xu Xiaolan to draw! And she is always quietly grinding ink on the sidelines. She always thought that she was not talented enough! "No, it won't!" Hu Qingchen yelled at Murong Qian dissatisfiedly, "Don't you know that you are not talented enough?" Murong Qian raised his eyebrows and smiled, staring at Hun Qingchen: "If you don't try, how do you know?" "yes, if you don't try, how do you know? But what qualifications does she have? She's just one of his maids! There was a trace of bitterness in his eyes: "Some things have been doomed from the beginning, no matter how hard you try, it will be in vain.1 Brother Mo, after today, you will have to leave!" "Oh?" A touch of disdain appeared on Murong Qian's lips, "I only believe that things are man-made!" There are some things that you can't do, you can only say that you don't work hard enough! Oh no, it's possible...... Your talent is indeed dull! "Murong Qian! It's the first time I've seen such an arrogant boy as you! Xun Qingchen looked at Murong Qian's high-spirited and confident appearance, and shook his head gently, "Since you think you are talented, well, let me ask you, do you know how to keep someone?" "It's very simple, keep his heart and keep his people!" "That'...... How do you keep people's hearts? As soon as the words fell, Murong Qian came to Hun Qingchen's eyes, staring at the pair of water-cutting autumn pupils, the pink petals in the peach blossom eyes, and unconsciously fainted on the peach blossom face of Hun Qingchen. The corners of Murong Qian's mouth hooked a good-looking arc, and he sighed softly: "That's it!" Between the words, he moved a little closer to Hun Qingchen, and the tip of his nose was close at hand, as if he could smell the faint aroma of peach blossoms with a slight sniff.