232, just smear yourself and count yourself as a fart!

Out of the palace.

Everything on the street was an eye-opener for Cha Cha.

In the lively market, there are large pork selling white flowers, rock sugar gourds strung together like beads, and all kinds of beautiful ceramic dolls, and when you arrive at the market center, there are also acrobatic troupes surrounded by crowds.

The first step in leaving the palace is to choose a place to settle down first.

Xiao San waited at the gate of Fulu Yipin early in the morning, and personally took on the position of "shopkeeper".

scared the real shopkeeper so much that he wanted to stuff himself into the cracks of the ground.

"Brother, no one will recognize this painting of himself like this, right?"

Standing behind Xiao San, Concubine Hua, who had deepened her complexion several degrees, had already dressed herself as Xiao San's "entourage", and while waiting for the sedan chair to come out, she was still a little uneasy to pat left and right on her face.

Xiao San, who didn't know how many times he had answered: "Sister, you have asked me eight hundred times, as long as you don't see Chacha being too enthusiastic, you can't see it." ”

Concubine Hua sighed mournfully: "Alas, if it weren't for the words that Gu Qin was afraid that Gu Qin would recognize the palace and tell His Majesty, how could the palace toss itself into such a ghost." ”

A row of black lines fell on Xiao San's forehead: "Did my sister forget to draw herself as a panda?" ”

Thinking of the deterrent power of "Panda Hua" in the past, now just smearing yourself is a fart!

Concubine Hua was absolutely unambiguous when she should have amnesia.

"Really? However, after seeing the re-Yan's 'matchmaker makeup', I feel that there is still a lot of room for improvement in the palace's 'panda makeup', brother, are you interested in making guinea pigs for this palace at that time? ”

Xiao San was so frightened that he had goosebumps all over his body: "Stop! …… Let's be quiet and wait for the tea to come. ”

……

Downstairs are Xiao San and Concubine Hua, and upstairs is Murong Huan who doesn't want to go back to Northern Xia.

"I don't, I don't, I don't, I just don't want to go back!" Murong Huan rolled around on the bed.

Wei Wuyue stood beside the bed with a calm face, and said with a straight look: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, we came to the Yanchi Dynasty to participate in the grand celebration of the Golden Melon Conference, and now that the Golden Melon Conference has been successfully concluded, we have no need to stay anymore, we have to return to Beijing to face the Holy Saint in the fastest time." ”

Murong Huan continued to roll and splash: "I don't, I don't, I don't, I just don't go back, Beixia doesn't have my tea sister, I will be where my tea sister is!" ”

Wei Wuyue: "His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

"Master Guoshi, do you want me to try it?"

Pi Xiuxiu wore a burgundy robe today, holding smooth hair in her hands, and rubbed her head on his shoulder when she walked towards him, so charming, and her ruddy little face was delicate.

Wei Wuyue's eyes were fixed on the face of the unserious Lord Pi for a moment, then he retracted his gaze stiffly, glanced over in a hurry, closed his eyes and repeated the meditation mantra silently.

Pi Xiuxiu chuckled unabashedly, and when Wei Wuyue heard it, his whole body burned even hotter.

Pi Xiuxiu used the same posture and Murong Huan to lie on the bed: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, do you want to see Princess Chacha?" ”

Murong Huan was so aggrieved that she was about to cry: "Yes." ”

Pi Xiuxiu said: "That Weichen helps His Royal Highness the Prince, sneak out while the national teacher is not paying attention, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can go to Princess Chacha." ”

Murong Huan was pleasantly surprised and wanted to keep his Xiu'er and kissed him fiercely: "Really? ”

Pi Xiuxiu hurriedly put her index finger to her lips, motioned to Murong Huan to whisper, and then pointed to the back of Wei Wuyue, who turned his head away because of shyness.

The two tacitly reached a consensus.