The soft beauty is so good at teasing, the villain prince asks for a kiss

Cui Jiangliu is very concerned about face and appearance.

He looked at Shu Xian for a few times and saw that he was dressed in ordinary clothes and had an unremarkable appearance. He should not be a big shot, so he gave up the idea of ​​chatting with him and said, "Since the princess and Brother Shu have an appointment, how can I butt in and spoil your fun? If I am free another day, I will invite you two to get together again. I have something to do at home, so I will leave first."

He looked at Rong Heqing deeply, obviously hoping that she would walk him a few steps so that he could talk to her.

Ronghe Qing paused, raised his head and looked at the sky as if nothing had happened, and sighed without emotion, "Ah, the sun is so big, the clouds are so white, and the sky is so blue!"

This scumbag is so annoying!

Cui Jiangliu: “…Humph!”

He walked away angrily.

Rong Heqing greeted him ninety-nine times in her heart, for fear that he would think she had a crush on him if she greeted him once more.

A short chuckle sounded in his ears, Rong Heqing immediately looked down and caught Shu Xian in the act.

Noticing her gaze, Shu Xian suppressed his smile, his brows and eyes softened, and he asked softly, "Where are you going next, Princess? Do you want me to give you a ride?"

Rong Heqing was about to refuse instinctively, but Shu Xian added slowly, "I think Mr. Cui hasn't gone far yet."

Rong Heqing was startled and immediately looked outside the alley. Well, Cui Jiangliu was standing in front of the stall diagonally opposite, holding a hairpin and looking at it.

She looked back again. At the end of the alley was where people lived, which was not connected to her destination.

"If the princess goes out alone, I'm afraid she will be entangled by him again." Shu Xian said in a gentle voice.

At this point, Rong Heqing had no reason to refuse, so he agreed, "Thank you."

She walked in front, and the guard pushed Shu Xian and followed behind.

The two of them passed by the stall, and Cui Jiangliu really looked over. When he saw that they were really walking together, his eyes dimmed.

Rong Heqing ignored him, turned around and lowered his voice to Shu Xian: "I just pressed your leg, are you okay?"

"It's okay, the princess is not heavy." Shu Xian took the cake from the guard, weighed it and asked, "The mung bean cake is still hot from the pan, would you like to try it, princess?"

Rong Heqing glanced at it and said nothing, but Shu Xian opened the oil paper bag and gave her a piece, "It's a time-honored brand, and it tastes very good."

The pastry is light green with a slight yellow hue, and is shaped like a flower, which makes the fingers holding it look even whiter and longer.

Rong Heqing didn't want to eat it at first, but his eyes fell on his hand. He paused for a moment, then changed his mind and took a bite. The rich mung bean aroma melted between his lips and teeth. The texture was soft and delicate, melting in the mouth, sweet and not greasy.

Her eyes lit up, "It's really good."

Shu Xian smiled, "As long as the princess likes it."

While they were talking, they came to a fork in the road. Rong Heqing swallowed the remaining mung bean cake, clapped his hands and said casually, "Just send it here. Mr. Shu, please stay. I'll invite you for tea another day if I have the chance."

Shu Xian nodded gently and said in a gentle voice: "Princess, please walk slowly and be careful not to get lost again."

Rong Heqing took two steps forward, turned back and glanced at him with a half-smile, "Master Shu and I should encourage each other on this."

After saying that, she walked away without looking back.

Shu Xian looked at her tall and slender figure with his eyes slightly moving. After a long time, he raised his hand and waved, and someone immediately followed in the dark.

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After turning the corner, Rong Heqing looked back and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw no one.

[The host seems to be very wary of Shu Xian? ]

[He is far from being as harmless as he looks.] Rong Heqing whispered, [Didn’t you see just now that he has calluses on his hands?]

999 is puzzled, [Isn’t it normal to have calluses? ]

[No.] Rong Heqing touched his chin as he walked. [The callus is in the same position as King Annan's. King Annan got it from years of using knives and swords. How did he, a rich and idle man, get it?]

999 was stunned. [Could it be that he is actually a martial arts master? ]

[Who knows? It never hurts to be careful.]

Rong Heqing walked a little further according to the previous instructions.

After turning a narrow alley, the view in front of her suddenly opened up.

The hawking sounds came with the midsummer heat, and the smell of sweat mixed with the aroma of street snacks, forming a smell that was difficult to distinguish between good and bad.

Rong Heqing couldn't help but frown. The sanitary conditions here were worrying.

Would an expert really be in a place like this?

[You threatened to hang me to force me to find an expert for you, and I found one for you but you didn’t believe me. I’m sad, and I want to quit! ]

Rong Heqing: [No, what will I do if you quit? No, you are a system and you are still in the circle? What circle? ]

999 said proudly: [Don’t worry about the system. Hey, in the northeast direction, did you see that handsome guy with tanned skin? That’s him! A master!]

Hearing this, Rong Heqing raised his hand to his brow and looked towards the northeast, "Where is it?"

There are indeed quite a few people from the Northeast, with eyebrows and eyes, but none of them can be described as "handsome".

[The one in the middle of the crowd is here. If you don’t act now, someone else will buy it! ]

Rong Heqing ran over immediately.

She struggled mightily and finally squeezed in. She looked out and saw a young man kneeling in the center of the circle, with a broken wooden board sticking out next to him, and four big words written on it with charcoal ash: Selling Yourself as a Undertaker.

Wow, what a filial child.

She squinted her eyes and looked at him carefully. From her angle, she could only see his angular profile. His drooping eyelashes were long and thick. He looked tough but also delicate. He looked quite handsome.

She was just about to save the hero with her beauty... no, to pay money to buy someone, but someone threw a golden ingot into the bowl in front of the boy first, and with a dull "clang" sound, the bowl broke into two pieces.

The young man raised his head a step slower and locked his eyes on the person who threw the money.

Rong Heqing's eyes lit up, and he looked even more handsome from the front.

The young man's clear eyes glowed amber in the sunlight, the corners of his eyes were red and watery, as if his tears had not yet dried, his sword-like brows were slightly furrowed, and he looked both pitiful and fierce.

"It won't take that much." The boy's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't drunk water for a long time.

The person who threw the money was a middle-aged man with a big belly. He grinned when he heard the words, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. From the vegetable leaves between his teeth, one could guess what he had eaten for lunch.

Rong Heqing's eyes went dark again.

Judging from his lustful eyes, he is obviously not a good person.

"Hey, you want to buy a coffin for your master, right? Take this money and buy a good coffin. The rest can be used to buy you two new sets of clothes. You will follow me in the future, so you must not bring shame to me."

The man put his hands behind his back and strolled in front of the boy like a strolling chicken. The more he looked, the more satisfied he became. He couldn't help but reach out his hand to touch the boy's smooth face.

Rong Heqing rubbed his hands expectantly: Come on, handsome guy! Beat his big pig's hoof!

999:.

What are you excited about?

Seeing that the man's hand was about to touch the boy, the people around who were watching the fun booed.

The young man frowned and grabbed the man's wrist. With a little force, the man's face changed and he cried out "Ah hey hey hey".

"What are you going to do?" the boy asked in a hoarse voice.

"Let me go! You don't know what's good for you. It's your blessing that the master likes you. How dare you lay hands on the master?"

"How dare you! Why don't you let go?"

"You deserve to be punished, don't you? Don't blame us for being rude if you don't let go!"

A few lackeys rushed over from behind and surrounded the young man, barking wildly.