The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 51 The Leg Is Broken by You (Part [-])
Cen Mu touched his nose, clasped his hands behind his back, and clapped repeatedly, "Mr. Chen is twenty-two this year, right? Is there someone you like?"

Shen Yue rolled his eyelids, and said indifferently: "Your Highness, let's take a look at yourself first. I'm busy with my affairs and don't have time to pay attention to those romantic affairs. On the contrary, Your Highness, you hang around among the flowers all day, and you don't see any stories."

Cen Mu laughed loudly, "The affairs of Fengyuechang are not so easy. You have to sacrifice your life for it without hurting the girl's heart. I am annoyed."

"Since it's annoying, Your Highness, don't mess around all day long." Shen Yue stopped, and the street was spacious when he got out of that street, and Shen Yue's carriage was parked at the corner.Just as Shen Yue was about to get into the carriage, he paused and turned back to Cen Mu and said, "Your Highness, you should spend more time on government affairs. Being born in the royal family is not to enjoy blessings. Your Highness also has this talent, so don't let it go in vain."

"Hey!" Cen Mu got into the carriage as soon as Shen Yue finished speaking, and he hurriedly followed, holding on to the shaft of the carriage, "Mr. Chen is going to Ciyu Pavilion? Why don't you take me with you?"

Shen Yue frowned and looked at his hands. There was a lot of dirt on the shaft of the car, and Cen Mu's hands were also dirty.But Cen Mu didn't care, still smiling and lazy.

Shen Yue didn't speak, and went in after the curtain was drawn.

Of course, it was impossible for the coachman to drive Cen Mu down, so Cen Mu quickly jumped up and sat down beside Shen Yue.

The carriage was very clean, and a faint scent of camellia permeated the carriage, which was the same as the smell on Shen Yue's body.

There was a faint peach blossom fragrance on Cen Mu's body, without the smell of rouge and gouache in the building. Shen Yue was a little surprised, but he didn't want to ask.

Shen Yue ignored Cen Mu, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Cen Mu picked up his folding fan, half of the curtains of the carriage were exposed, and he said carelessly to Shu Jia who was outside the carriage: "Xiao Jiaer, go to Biyu Pavilion and wait for the king, the king will arrive soon."

Shu Jia nodded slightly, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.Fortunately, Shen Yue's coachman wanted Shu Jia to sit there for a while.

As soon as Cen Mu put down the curtain, he was pulled by a strong force before he put his hand down.

Cen Mu was startled, and when he looked up, he saw Shen Yue lowering his head and carefully wiping the dust off his fingers.

"President Shen..." Cen Mu was flattered, "It's fine for the king to come by himself."

As soon as he stretched out his claws, Shen Yue withdrew his hand, and the stains on the clean veil were clearly visible.

"Excuse me, Mr. Shen. Take that veil back and wash it." Cen Mu sat down in a well-behaved manner. The usual way of getting along with Shen Yue was to avoid him, or to quarrel with each other when they met. I can't sit still.

Shen Yue glanced at Cen Mu in disgust, flipped his slender fingers casually, and folded the handkerchief, "Your Highness can't even take care of someone who can't take care of himself, I don't feel relieved to leave the matter to His Highness."

After saying that, he threw the handkerchief in his hand, and it landed firmly in the small stove in the corner of the carriage.

The handkerchief made by Jiangnan Yunjin, he threw it away as soon as he said it! ?
Prodigal girls!
Cen Mu was heartbroken, such a small piece of handkerchief, I don't know how much money it will cost.Some people can't buy it with money, this person...

Waste, waste.

Cen Mu's heartbroken brows twitched, and he pointed to the corner and said, "Mr. Chen, you just lost that handkerchief? Do you know..."

How expensive!
Shen Yue leaned aside with his forehead, and when he heard Cen Mu speak, he slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at the corner, "It's dirty, don't."

(End of this chapter)