For example, what does Childe want men's clothing to do?

For example, when the husband is not going out, he forgot to bring his clothes.

Another example, what color does Childe want?

At this time, Shen Qingci was still swaggering behind Zhu Hengxi, the piece of fabric missing from the hem of the brand's clothes was now wrapped by her, although her facial features were still delicate and beautiful, but when she was dressed like this, she looked like a small village girl, and in addition, she had been in the box for several hours, and no matter how good the clothes were, they were all wrinkled.

Although it doesn't look like pickles, it's like a piece of ginger, and then add the dust all the way, the wind veil in the sky, so she also has some dusty meaning, if she returns to the capital with such an appearance, think about it, tomorrow she can be famous again in the capital.

Changqing's movements are very fast, worthy of being a person who has been with the brand Heng for a long time, when the brand Heng and Shen Qing resigned, they have already arranged the guest room, although this inn is already the best inn in the local area, but it is still not comparable with the capital, of course, it can not be compared with the Shuo Wangfu, but it is good that it is still clean, and the shopkeepers are all acquaintances, not much looking, not asking much, just took the silver, and prepared what they used.

When she was in the courtyard of the mansion, she took a carriage, of course, she also lived in an inn, but she was a little more particular, and even the quilt in the inn had to be replaced by her own.

But this time, she knew that she didn't come to go out, of course, she didn't come to relax, she used to control the water, and now it's all calculated, but the more she goes, the more difficult it will be, and the more she goes, the harder it will be, and when she decided to come, she already knew what she was facing, so the first thing she had to do was to get rid of this problem.

Xu has been more particular about being spoiled by his family in recent years, and sometimes he can pay attention to it, but sometimes he can't.

The door of the inn opened, the inside was still good, the cleaning was very clean, of course, there were not many things in the guest room, it was a square table, four chairs, and there was a set of tea sets on the table.

Not long after, Xiao Er brought a large pot of tea for them to drink.

As for the water they were going to use for bathing, it was still boiling in the kitchen, and it would be delivered shortly.

"I'm thirsty," Shen Qingci had already sat on the chair, and she was also staring at the pot of tea, in fact, she was not only thirsty, but also very hungry, so now even if it is pickles and steamed buns, she can also accept love, let her eat anything, anyway, she is not picky at all, and she has to eat all those things.

"These teas are very coarse, are you sure you can drink them?"

If he travels by himself, he will naturally have his own set of actions, but this time it is extraordinary, he is in the past to help the disaster, but also to save lives, naturally can be simple and simple, can be tight, if she is not here, maybe they are still on the road, and when the time comes, they can find a place at random, and they can spend the night.

It's not that he ignores her, it's just that it's very difficult to come all the way, if he can't even get through this, then he can only pack her up and send her back to Beijing, if not, just throw her to Shen Dingshan, which can be safer.

As soon as the cup in his hand was full, a hand had already reached out and snatched the cup from his hand.

Shen Qingci shook the cup in her hand, she put the cup to her lips, and also took a sip.

"Well, it's okay, so-so."

She drank several sips in a row, and then she drank up the cup of tea.

Then she placed the cup in front of the brand.

"Still?" Branded Heng raised his eyebrows.

"Well," Shen Qingci nodded, in fact, she was just telling Luo Hengxi, since she had come out, it was impossible to be particular everywhere, picky everywhere, and she thought that she grew up in Beijing, so everything was the best, and these hardships were unbearable, but no one knew, she had suffered all her life, not to mention such tea, even the rain in the world, she had drunk it.

Along the way, the thousands of sails of that life have passed, even if it is a cup of bitter tea, if there is a trace of residual warmth, it is already joy.

Burning Heng thought about pouring another cup for Shen Qingci, the tea leaves were just some residues, which was not good, but if you drank it, it was much stronger than the rain, that kind of cold rain, I don't know how many times it cut her throat, and the pain that she had grabbed the rain and stuffed it into her mouth one by one.

So having this cup of tea is a good thing to do.

She held the teacup, drank it in small sips, and also sat on the side, gently shaking her feet from time to time, and also took the time to look at the inn for a long time.

There is a small window, although it is not big, but the ventilation should be good, the table is made of rough wood, you can also see that it took some time, but there is no excessive substance on it, so it should be very clean, as for the teacups.

She shook the teacup in her hand, the old man said that she didn't get sick if she didn't eat it cleanly, and she didn't smell the smell of ingredients in the tea, so all in all, in short, she still felt good.

Soon after, Changqing came over, in addition to sending a few sets of small men's clothes, he also brought a wooden box, which was some food he bought easily, naturally it can't be compared with Jingzhong, and it is also some simple Japanese dishes, but the dishes are okay.

The dishes are all placed on the table, four side dishes, most of which are vegetarian dishes, and a meat dish.

Shen Qingci had also been hungry for a long time, so she picked up the chopsticks and ate them. Maybe it's also because she's too hungry, so everything she eats now is fragrant, even if she is given a bone to gnaw, she still feels delicious.

And Changqing stood aside, his jaw was about to fall.

Tell him, is such a sturdy woman holding steamed buns in one hand and disregarding her image at all the princess of their family, who is known as the cold beauty?

Is it the concubine of the Weiguo Mansion who pays attention to everything because she makes too much money, even in front of the emperor, is it Shen Qingci who can fight for a point, but why is there such a painting style? It must be the wrong way for him to open the door, isn't it?

Shen Qingci raised his face, and his narrowed eyes swept over so gently.

Her eyes, her expression, her movements, everywhere, all the time, every time, all contain a sentence.

That's ......

Idiot.

The corner of Changqing's eyes twitched, he touched his nose, and he didn't dare to be annoying in front of others, so he hurriedly walked out.