After sending Chen Qianzhao into the carriage, Song Huai watched the carriage leave until he could no longer see the carriage, and he turned back.

When he returned to the house, there seemed to be a trace of sweetness in the house. Song Huai sat back to his original position, but unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a familiar purse on the table.

He frowned and gently picked up the purse. It was Chen Qianzhao's. He had seen Chen Qianzhao wear it several times before in the palace.

Have you forgotten to take it away?

But this possibility is extremely low.

Thinking of the veil, Song Huai's heart beat hard and felt the heavy inside the purse. He gently opened the purse and saw that inside was covered with candy pieces wrapped in oil paper. It was wrapped very well, so he lay quietly in the purse.

A beautiful curve slightly curled up at the corner of his lips, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

At this moment, he felt that he was concerned, which was very comfortable, nostalgic, and easily addicted.

Song Huai put away his purse and continued to work hard. However, he did not expect that when he opened the piece of paper that had just made a mistake, Chen Qianzhao's handwriting was imprinted in his eyes.

Song Huai's ears turned red, and the words "Song Huai" were written on the paper.

He never knew that his ordinary name could be written so beautifully.

Chen Qianzhao's handwriting hides the little thoughts of his daughter's house.

Song Huai couldn't see it, but just by looking at it, he felt that he was treated with care.

He carefully folded the paper and put it away with his purse.

If you have such an honor once, you will be less.

He didn't know how long Chen Qianzhao would take back the thought he had spent on him, but he was already a little addicted to this feeling of being treated with care...

What will happen in the future, I don’t know.

At least, now, her mind is still on her.

Song Huai has never been a greedy person. He can have a moment of possession, and even if he loses it in the future, he will have no regrets in this life.

In the future, he will do his best to ask for whatever Chen Qianzhao wants.

Although...what she wanted was always sent to her.

...

Life was getting faster and faster. Soon, news of new weapons came from Qianji Pavilion. All the people gathered in the Great Jin Dynasty. It happened to be the Mid-Autumn Festival. Envoys from various countries came to Jin. Suddenly, the capital was much more lively than usual.

Xie Lin packed up and took his men and prepared to set off to Qianji Pavilion.

Today, Qianji Pavilion is probably lively. There will definitely be many people fighting for this first batch of magical weapons to buy.

Chen Qianzhao left the palace and rode a carriage with Song Huai. He made an appointment with Xie Lin to meet at the city gate.

Song Huai knew that Chen Qianzhao had left the palace this time, and was ordered by His Majesty to go to Qianji Pavilion.

When the magic weapon was born, there must be "distinguished guests" from all countries. The prince's identity is special, but the princess Chen Qianzhao has the right identity.

On the carriage, both of them were wearing regular clothes, Song Huai was wearing dark robe, while Chen Qianzhao was wearing a white dress.

She stared at Song Huai openly. Since that time, she had never seen Song Huai wear white clothes again, as if the white clothes were lost.

"Does Lord Song have important things today?" Chen Qianzhao asked.

It is rare to leave the city. It would be great if I could go to the suburbs with Song Huai.

After all, no one knows their identity outside, and they are free and free from anything they do and say.

Song Huai replied in a deep voice, "It's a trivial matter to go back to Your Highness."

Chen Qianzhao's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously reached out to grab Song Huai's sleeve, "Since it's a trivial matter, there's no hurry. Why don't you go out of the city with me to Qianji Pavilion to see the knowledge, how about it?"

Song Huai was slightly stunned, not expecting that Chen Qianzhao would want him to leave the city with her. He opened his lips slightly and refused habitually, "Your Highness has been escorted by someone to leave the city, and his subordinates are accompanying him, which is not reasonable..."

At this moment, the carriage stopped at the gate of the city, and a male voice rang out loud, "Chen Xiaozhao!"

It was Xie Lin, who rode a horse and recognized Chen Qianzhao's carriage at once.

Chen Qianzhao reached out and lifted the curtain of the car window. Xie Lin's face immediately appeared in sight. Seeing that Xie Lin was wearing an official uniform, he looked like a person. Chen Qianzhao subconsciously started to tease, "It's great, Xie Er, I didn't expect that you would look pretty good when you put on an official uniform."

Xie Lin pulled his sleeves with smugness, "That's not all, it depends on my handsome face."

When she met Xie Lin's shamelessness, Chen Qianzhao couldn't hold it up any longer. She put down the curtains of the car and looked at Song Huai, "It's the second son of the Xie family. I'll go to Qianji Pavilion together later."

"By the way, what did you say just now?"

She didn't hear clearly, and vaguely heard Song Huai say that someone had already escorted her to Qianji Pavilion, and then...and what happened?

The breeze gently blew, and the car curtains were slightly tilted. Through the gap, Song Huai caught a glimpse of Xie Lin riding on a horse outside, wearing a handsome appearance in his official uniform.

His hands were clenched a little unconsciously, but his tone was extremely plain, "I just happened to have nothing to do, and I could escort the princess out of the city... and return to the palace."

Chen Qianzhao grinned, and two round small pear nests hung on his white and rosy cheeks, "Song Huai, you are so good."

Song Huai's body stiffened, his ears turned red, and he turned away from his face unnaturally, allowing the wind to blow gently on his face, but he could not dissipate the heat in his heart.

Chen Qianzhao didn't know anything about what he said inadvertently, which made Song Huai itchy.

Outside the carriage, Xie Lin, who heard the conversation inside, reached out and lifted up the curtains of the car, looked inside curiously, "What a guy, the golden car is "sexy"!

Chen Xiaozhao is so brave that he is now just turning the person into the carriage and hiding him.

He met Chen Qianzhao's gaze and winked: You are not going to take your man to Qianji Pavilion, right?

Chen Qianzhao blinked: Isn't it possible?

Xie Lin:...

Seeing the silent communication between the two, Song Huai's voice was low, "The wind is strong, I will help Your Highness pull the curtain up."

As he was talking, he leaned slightly, stretched out his hand, pulled the curtain out of Xie Lin's hand, pulled it and put it down.

After the curtains were pulled down, Song Huai said again, "After all, Mr. Xie is a man who is outside. He is away from home and there are many people outside. His reputation is important. Your Highness should not talk too much to the second Mr. Xie."

Hearing Song Huai's inexplicable words with sourness and sourness, a strange feeling surged in Chen Qianzhao's heart.

She stared at Song Huai with her eyes curled up, and she was surprised and confused, and she seemed to have a hint of clarity in her doubts. After she understood, she was filled with joy.

Couldn’t Song Huai be jealous of Xie Lin?

No?

But what if you are really jealous?

That means that he actually cares a lot about himself, right?

Just thinking about this, Chen Qianzhao's heart couldn't help but dance happily like a clockwork.

She leaned slightly in the corner, with the corner of her mouth curled. Today's weather... It seems good, with sunny winds and clear sky.

Outside the carriage, several big question marks floated over Xie Lin's head: "???"

What has he just experienced?
Chapter completed!