Chapter 517: [Please Enter the Urn] Share the food
At that time, this sentence was like a basin of cold water, which instantly extinguished Su Shengsheng's enthusiasm for confession.
She laughed dryly, "This sachet is so ugly, it's not worthy of you." β
Wei Huaijin glanced at Su Shengsheng, there seemed to be a hint of weirdness in his eyes, but he only replied, "The villain likes this thing, and that's enough." β
Later, Su Shengsheng used her status as a princess to buy clothes for all the palace people in the princess palace, including Wei Huaijin, of course.
But only Wei Huaijin's share, she will personally choose and ponder carefully.
At that time, she carefully hid her feelings, but she inadvertently revealed them.
Until tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival, Su Changlin first aroused her anger, making her feelings of gain and loss panic to the extreme.
Then she and Wei Huaijin left the palace and went to the market she had been thinking about.
She looked at the novelties on the stall, and at the same time peeked at Wei Huaijin without a trace.
Seeing that Wei Huaijin didn't pay attention to the frequent autumn waves around him, he eased the sourness in his heart.
The vendors who have been patronized by Su Shengsheng are all people with a bit of eyesight, and they know that they are big customers when they look at the two of them.
As soon as he found out that Su Shengsheng looked at something more, he said to Wei Huaijin behind Su Shengsheng, "This son, if your lady likes it, bring one." β
As a result, including some strange things, under Su Shengsheng's radiant gaze, they were all paid by Wei Huaijin and mentioned them in his hands one by one.
From beginning to end, Wei Huaijin didn't say anything, just what Su Shengsheng liked, he paid for it.
bought all the way, as Wei Huaijin had more and more things in his hands, and Su Shengsheng's eyes were constantly demonstrating, the young ladies and girls around him strangled their wrists and dispelled the idea of approaching Wei Huaijin.
The lover has become her husband, it is really not at the right time, it is not at the right time!
Seeing that Wei Huaijin had carried a lot of things in his hands, Su Shengsheng was a little distressed, so he stopped lingering in the stalls, bought some snacks instead, and ate all the way.
The rock sugar gourd that everyone likes to see, but there will be a string in all ancient texts.
At this time, Su Shengsheng also took a string in his hand, sweet and sour, although it was not as good as eating ** in the palace, it was also a little interesting.
But with three rock sugar gourds, Su Shengsheng couldn't eat it.
At the palace banquet not long ago, she had just eaten a stomach full of food and drank a lot of wine, and now she was in high spirits, but her belly was full.
But she was reluctant to throw away the rock sugar gourd in her hand, and she cherished every minute and every thing she was with Wei Huaijin.
"Can't eat?"
Suddenly, Wei Huaijin spoke.
Su Shengsheng was slightly stunned, looked at the rock sugar gourd in his hand reluctantly, and nodded.
"Give it to me, then."
Outside the palace, they already have a tacit understanding that they don't need honorific titles.
Only use you and me, use a name without a surname, and throw away the shackles of identity.
Holding the things Su Shengsheng bought all the way with one hand, Wei Huaijin took the leftover rock sugar gourd she ate and continued to taste it without disgust.
Seeing this, Su Shengsheng's face turned red, and his stupid gaze fell on Wei Huaijin's lips and the rock sugar gourd he was holding.
She suddenly felt the urge to roarβ
Put down that string of rock sugar gourds! I'll be it!
When Wei Huaijin finished eating the remaining two rock sugar gourds, he saw Su Shengsheng's cheeks crimson and his eyes staring at him with rippling eyes.
Sensing his puzzled gaze, Su Shengsheng swallowed his saliva and said, "Is it delicious?" β
"It's okay, the sugar shell is very sweet, but the mountain fruit is a little sour, like ......"
At this point, Wei Huaijin suddenly spoke.
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Literacy:
Mountain fruit = hawthorn