The capital is unprecedentedly lively, with red ribbons and red lanterns lit in front of every house to welcome the big festival of flower and wine.

On the main street of the capital, Phoenix Street, small stalls occupy the entire street, all kinds of pastries and snacks, rouge gouache, hairpins, antique calligraphy and paintings, and magic utensils cheats.

Qinghe is a fun-loving person, and in Qingyun Sect before, in order to maintain his cold image, he has not gone down the mountain much. Now I am attracted by the bustling scene in front of me, and I almost forget the task.

If it hadn't been for Shen Xun reminding her on the side, I'm afraid she would have slipped away from the street to the end of the street and never returned.

Shen Xun tightly pulled Qinghe's sleeves, with his small body as a child now, if he didn't hold on, he would definitely drown in the crowd.

"I have to say, you have refreshed my perception of you. I always thought you were cold. ”

Qinghe was standing in front of the fan stall, holding two fans for comparison, and he was not surprised at all when he heard this.

"I'm still very cold, just confused by what I see. ”

Shen Xun was suspicious: "Are you sure this is not your nature?"

Qinghe chose one and paid, "Of course not, my target is the goddess of coldness, not the female nerve." How's this fan?"

Shen Xun took a look: "Yes, green gauze fan-faced sandalwood, very suitable for you." ”

Qinghe smiled beautifully.

Mo Junqian found Qinghe in a silk shop.

Originally, he went to the Imperial City to investigate, but who knew that the Imperial City was under martial law, and during the extraordinary period, the Heavenly Apocalypse Lord sent a decent master to strengthen the enchantment, but he couldn't find any opportunity to enter, so he could only return in vain.

Qinghe didn't know about this, she was happily buying new clothes at the silk shop.

Mo Junqian could only smile helplessly at this, she was still a girl after all.

The business of the silk shop is very good, and many young girls and young masters come to order clothes, which are a little crowded for a while, but Mo Junqian can only lead Shen Xun to hide in the corner.

Mo Junqian's appearance is dignified, even in this apocalyptic capital where rich and noble families gather, Puyu naturally has its own aura everywhere, even if she stands in the corner, she is still discovered by those daughters who are above the top.

The atmosphere gradually quieted down, and the ladies whispered to their maids, and in the middle of the noise, a little maid came over to Mo Junqian.

"Childe is from outside, I don't know where I live temporarily, my young lady wants to invite Childe to the house to talk, I don't know what Childe thinks?"

Mo Junqian's expression was cold, and he was unmoved: "No need, thank you." ”

The little maid looked at her own young lady, and said to Mo Jun persistently: "Childe, think about it again, Childe ......"

Mo Junqian was a little irritable, his face became ugly, and he was thinking about whether to drag Shen Xun to wait outside, when there was a squeak from the innermost.

A person walked out of the room, and everyone's eyes were immediately drawn to it.

Gently shake the fan, wear a moon bamboo green shirt, tie the hair and crown, and the eyebrows are heroic.

What a handsome young man with a good demeanor!

Mo Junqian couldn't help but look straight, and subconsciously wanted to call his senior sister, but when he realized the people around him, he still held back.

Putting away the fan in a chic manner, Qinghe walked up to the two of them and said, "How about this dress?"

Shen Xun circled around her and whispered, "Good looking is good-looking, but why men's clothing?"

Qinghe glanced at Mo Junqian intentionally or unintentionally, and said coldly: "Whoever makes some people dislike me as a woman, there is no choice but to pretend to be a man." ”

Mo Junqian smiled helplessly.

No longer stopping to bear the attention of others, Qinghe paid the boss, and the three of them left the silk shop.

It was almost noon, the sun was a little full, and there were fewer people on the street, so they all went home to eat.

Qinghe stood on the street and looked around, looking for a restaurant to eat.

Shen Xun tugged Mo Junqian's sleeve and asked, "Didn't you go to the imperial city, what did you find?"

Mo Junqian bowed his head: "The imperial city is under martial law, and the enchantment is being strengthened, so it should be impossible to enter, so I have to think of other ways." ”

Shen Xun nodded.

Qinghe jumped over and said, "Let's go to that drunken immortal residence, I heard that the dishes are good." ”

Looking at the place of Qinghe's finger, there is a three-storey pavilion, with eaves and corners, and the decoration is magnificent, standing in the middle of the turquoise lake, and the water vapor spreads around, adding a little misty artistic conception to the restaurant for no reason.

It's not cheap at first glance.

Mo Junqian wanted to remind Qinghe euphemistically that their entanglement was running out.

Just as they were about to speak, an exclamation suddenly came from the street, and the three of them looked back to see that a horse had lost control.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Little Red stop! Stop!"

Qinghe looked intently, and immediately a little girl dressed in red was full of anxiety, struggling to grasp the reins of the horse, trying to make the horse stop.

But the horse was evidently provoked by something, and ran through the crowd, galloping, and stomping through many stalls along the way, and the people in the street shouted and retreated to the side like frightened birds.

Seeing that he was about to rush in front of the three of them, without waiting for Mo Junqian's movements, Qinghe took the first step to rise into the air, poured his spiritual power into the fan, and made a little void towards the horse's head, and the gentle spiritual power wrapped around the horse's body, and the horse that was still irritable and rushed instantly quieted down.

This thrilling scene is finally over.

Qinghe closed the fan, and the toes fell to the ground lightly, chic and neat.

The girl in red on the horse didn't react, she was stunned for a while, and then suddenly reacted and immediately jumped off the horse.

Coming to Qinghe, the girl in red hugged her fists and said in a coquettish voice: "Thank you Gongzi for saving me." ”

Qinghe waved his hand: "Little things, girls don't have to be polite." ”

The sound is like a clear spring, and the appearance is better than Pan An, the girl in red looked at Qinghe stupidly, and somehow, her heart beat a little fast.

"You saved me, and you deserve to be repaid. Why don't I invite my son to get together with the drunken immortal residence and talk about thanks. ”

Qinghe's eyes lit up when he heard the three words of Drunken Immortal Ju, and he responded without hesitation.

Mo Junqian and Shen Xun glanced at each other, someone had a treat, and they didn't eat for nothing.

Several people went to the Drunken Immortal Residence together, and Qinghe heard the whispers of the people around him-

"Isn't that Princess Changping, I recognize her red horse!"

"That's right, it's Princess Changping! The princess has a lively personality and has always loved to make friends with monks, so it's not surprising that she is here......"

Qinghe looked at the girl in red in surprise: "Are you a princess?"

Changping smiled: "That's right. ”

"Then why don't they salute you?"

Changping explained: "The Kingdom of the Apocalypse emphasizes the equality of monarchs and ministers, and the father has already made an order, so the subjects do not have to be rigid in false etiquette. ”

Qinghe nodded appreciatively: "It seems that this Heavenly Apocalypse Country Lord really has the talent to govern the world." ”

In the ancient society that Qinghe understood, there was never such a thing as equality between kings and people, and even if everyone sang about equality for thousands of years, no king could do it.

As the saying goes, the monarch and the people are like fish and water, and water can carry a boat and capsize a boat. The Apocalypse Kingdom is now prosperous, and this Apocalypse Lord can be said to have contributed a lot.

The Drunken Immortal Residence is the most luxurious restaurant in the Apocalypse Kingdom, and the people who come here to eat are generally the children of rich families and high-level cultivators.

Changping directly took them to the private room on the third floor, and the boss of Drunken Xianju personally came out to greet her, looking at her familiarity with the boss, she was obviously a frequent visitor here.

Qinghe admired the decoration of the restaurant, and slapped his chin with the tip of the fan: "Not bad, good, fresh and elegant and eclectic." ”

Changping walked over with his hands behind his back, jumped his feet playfully, and said, "Yes, the decoration of this entire Drunken Immortal Residence was designed by the boss alone." ”

Qinghe thought of the uncle in his forties who was talking to Changping just now.

Chang Pingjiao laughed: "The one just now is not the boss, just the principal, the real boss is only in his twenties, called Hesi." ”

Shen Xun sat on a chair covered with goose down cushions, dangling his legs, and sighed: "Then he is quite powerful, he has such a luxurious restaurant at such a young age, which is like us, the poor jingle sounds, and it is difficult to even eat a good meal." ”

Changping was puzzled: "Are you poor?"

Qinghe coughed: "What's the matter, don't listen to children's nonsense." ”

When the food came up, Qinghe was once again amazed by the dishes here.

Drunken Xianju is worthy of being the top restaurant in the city, and she can't take her eyes off the table of delicious food.

Golden chicken, golden milk crisp, candied noodles, fairy belly, morning fragrant bamboo shoots, mixed three silks, Han Palace chess...... There are also some pastries that cannot be named......

It's just delicious!

Qinghe's eyes burned, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, compared to this table of delicacies, what she had eaten before was simply chaff.

Shen Xun saw that her eyes were red, so he almost burst into flames, raised his foot and kicked her below, and said, "You are reserved." ”

Qing He sat up straight, but his eyes still didn't leave the table: "There are so many dishes, you have broken the bank, in fact, a few of us can't eat so much." ”

Shen Xun silently rolled his eyes.

Changping held his face, only looked at Qinghe, and said with a bright smile: "It's okay, if you like it." ”

These words were ambiguous, Qinghe didn't feel anything, but Mo Junqian keenly sensed that something was wrong, and just wanted to speak, he was suddenly kicked by Shenxun.

Mo Junqian looked down at him, a little inexplicable.

Shen Xun pretended to eat vegetables and whispered to him: "Aren't you worried that you can't enter the imperial city, there is a ready-made opportunity here." ”

Mo Junqian instantly understood, and knocked on Shen Xun's head: "I can't see that you are a small ghost, and you know how to use people!"

Shen Xun tilted his head and warned him with a serious face: "I don't like people touching my head. ”

Mo Junqian smiled, thinking that it was just a child's temperament, and he didn't care too much.

At the time of the meal, Qinghe enjoyed the world's food, not noticing the amazed gaze of the two people next to him and the fascinated eyes of Changping.

Shen Xun saw that more than half of the food on the table had entered Qinghe's stomach, and he put his elbow on Mo Junqian, and said incredulously: "She used to be able to eat like this?"

Mo Junqian thought about it and said, "Well...... It seems like yes. ”

Shen Xun: "I'm really getting more and more impressed with her. ”

The whisper was heard by Qinghe, and his sharp eyes glanced to the side, and the two snickered and shut up.

When it was almost time to eat, Changping ordered someone to serve refreshments after the meal.

The fragrance of tea is long, and it instantly fills the entire private room.

Qinghe held the hot tea, thinking about how to talk to Changping, of course she knew what Shen Xun was paying attention to, although it was a bit out of etiquette, but there was no other good way now.

"I heard that Her Royal Highness the princess loves to make friends with monks, so there must be a lot of guests in the palace, right?"

Changping smiled: "Just call me Changping, you don't have to see the outside like this." She put down her teacup: "I do have a lot of monk friends, but because I can't cultivate myself, I think I'll ask capable people in the world to help me find a way to re-cultivate." ”

As soon as these words came out, Qinghe and the others were not surprised, in fact, since she saw Changping for the first time, she had already seen that Changping did not have any cultivation at all.

You must know that in this world where spiritual power is respected, it is a painful thing to not be able to cultivate, how many people have lost their families and property in order to become monks, and how many people have been bullied and even killed by others because they cannot cultivate.

Fortunately, Changping is a royal princess, even if she can't cultivate, as long as she has the protection of the royal family, she will never end up like that.

Listening to Changping's tone, she didn't seem to hide it because she couldn't cultivate, even in front of masters like Qinghe and a few people, she was also generous, and she didn't fall behind in the slightest.

Qinghe then asked, "What is the reason why you can't cultivate?"

Changping made a memory, "That was a long time ago. ”