Mu Xiaoxiao ate most of the dishes on the table by herself, she was really hungry, and she didn't eat well in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

If it weren't for the fact that he still had to pay attention to his image in front of the Seventh Prince, there would never be so many dishes left on the table now.

Mu Xiaoxiao glanced at the rest of the dishes with regretful eyes, and then put down the chopsticks reservedly, "I'm full." ”

Zhou Xuanchen looked sideways at the coachman standing behind him, the coachman understood, turned to leave, and came back with a bowl of soup after a while, and carefully put the soup in front of Mu Xiaoxiao.

Mu Xiaoxiao looked at the still steaming soup in a daze, and waved his hand, "I'm already full." ”

"This is tonic soup, your body is too weak, drink a bowl after every meal in the future."

"That, thank you."

I thought that the tonic soup would taste very good, but Mu Xiaoxiao never expected it to be very bitter, and almost spit out the soup in her mouth again.

Fortunately, I held back in time and swallowed it.

Noticing the tangled on her face, Zhou Xuanchen said, "Although it is a little bitter, it is good for your body." ”

"I know, I'll drink it."

After a long time, he finally finished drinking the soup, Mu Xiaoxiao thought that the Seven Princes could think of replenishing their bodies, so they should also know that the soup was very bitter, so they should eat some honey or something.

So she looked at the Seventh Prince with expectant eyes.

Zhou Xuanchen noticed Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes, was stunned for a moment, and asked hesitantly, "Is there something on my face?" When I raised my hand, I remembered that I was wearing a mask.

Finding that the Seventh Prince was not enlightened, Mu Xiaoxiao reminded euphemistically, "Isn't there anything sweet?" ”

Only then did Zhou Xuanchen react, "I forgot, go buy some sweet dates and come back." ”

The co-author is really unprepared......

Mu Xiaoxiao waved her hand, "No need." Remembering that the Seventh Prince had brought her out to go to the Ten Fragrance Pavilion, she brought up the topic again, "The Seventh Prince, are you still going to the Ten Fragrance Pavilion today?" ”

Zhou Xuanchen corrected her, "You should call your husband, no matter how bad it is, you should call me Xuanchen, or Ah Chen." Then he answered the question, "I'll go when the sweet dates are bought." ”

Mu Xiaoxiao has been powerlessly made by his self-acquaintance.

Isn't this ancient times?

In ancient times, who would call their husband such an intimate title before they got married?!

She couldn't open her mouth anyway.

The family who bought sweet dates will come back soon, Zhou Xuanchen stuffed a whole bag into Mu Xiaoxiao's hand, and said as he walked outside the inn: "What else do you like to eat?" ”

"I like them all."

Zhou Xuanchen hummed and stopped talking.

This time, there were no further forks on the road, and the two of them arrived at the Ten Fragrance Pavilion smoothly.

Originally, Mu Xiaoxiao was still guessing Zhou Xuanchen's intention to bring her over, but it wasn't until she was taken under the marriage tree that she reacted suddenly.

The Seventh Prince wouldn't want to learn from others and hang the names of the two of them on the marriage tree, right?

Facts have proved that Zhou Xuanchen really thinks so.

The little monk looked at the two with a smile, "If the donor wants to get married, write their names on this marriage paper and tie the marriage tree." ”

Zhou Xuanchen picked up the pen and wrote down his name, and looked sideways at Mu Xiaoxiao, who had no movement around him.

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't believe this, so Zhou Xuanchen wanted to write, she didn't object, picked up the pen to write, but when she put down the pen, she subconsciously wanted to write Mu Zi, but fortunately, she reacted back when writing wood.

Write down three words smoothly.

Wen Ziyun.

Zhou Xuanchen stretched out his hand towards Mu Xiaoxiao, and his voice softened a little, "Let's go." ”