"Ji Qiao, come here."

He seemed to like to like to call her by name like this, inexplicably familiar and a little detached.

She walked silently and stopped a little farther away from him, hearing him meet his footsteps.

The boy was more than half a head taller than her, his slightly lowered eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and his shallow snort tickled his face, making her think of the throbbing of his fingertips on her face that night.

Ji Qiao felt a little uncomfortable, and just as he wanted to say something, he suddenly felt that his bun sank, and he actually put a hairpin on his head.

The dangling golden glass pendant reminded her that this expensive and tacky hairpin was the one her father had given her not long ago.

Somehow, she had a sense of foreboding.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for her sideburns to no longer be simply sinking, but becoming very heavy.

Ji Qiao looked at the actions of this prince, who was full of noble temperament and good taste, like decorating a potted plant at the moment, and really wanted to ask: Are you so serious every time you rectify people?

Although Si Xiao Chitose didn't know what she was thinking, he asked with great concern: "Can you still lift your head?"

She nodded tearfully, and then she heard him say with satisfaction, "Then let's go out."

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Ji Qiao went to the street with such a gloomy head.

When passing through the official road of the post house, Ji Qiao Fenyin saw the surprised gazes of the guards on both sides who had no time to retract.

She silently warned herself in her heart at that time that she must be calm, otherwise when she arrives on the street after a while, she will die of shame because she can't bear the pressure of public opinion.

But when she saw the beggars flocking to the market begging for rewards, and the neighbors around her who were criticizing, Ji Qiao still had the urge to run away.

She slowly shifted her gaze to the culprit who was browsing the dim sum stall.

"Division! Shine! Yes!"

Ji Qiao glared at him viciously, but his tone was still as good as possible within the range of Jiao, and his tone was a little higher than usual.

At this time, she is holding the mentality of breaking the jar and breaking it, anyway, it is outside now, and there is no one, even if she calls the name of the little prince, no one can find anything wrong.

When Ji Qiao saw the calm gaze looking back, she simply stood where she was and didn't leave.

She admitted that she was the one who annoyed him, and then she was ready to say at any time: "The slave family can't do it." Turn around and go back immediately.

However, this little Chitose has a much better temper than she imagined.

While shaking the pear blossom cake in his hand, he said to her, "Qiaoqiao, you come and taste it, it's delicious."

At this time, the hibiscus flowers bloomed just right, and the young man's face was handsome in the sea of flowers, the corners of his eyes were slightly curved, with a smile, so harmless that people couldn't bear to refuse.

That kind of picture, until many years later, when Ji Qiao recalled many past in her life, it was difficult to forget her heartbeat that accelerated for no reason when that smiling face suddenly broke into her sight.

But at this time, she didn't know what that feeling was, she just rubbed the corners of her clothes a little awkwardly, and said slowly: "What's delicious about pear blossom cake,... There are at home. ”

"It's better than what you make at home." He took the dim sum wrapped in oiled paper from the female stall owner who had already watched him stunned earlier, and beckoned to her, "Come here." ”

"Do what?" She controlled her tone for a moment, and her body was still a little stiff and rubbed over.

He looked at her very tolerantly, and slowly spit out three words: "Pay the silver."