Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

When the three of them went out, Yan Rui and Shi Moheng happened to come back arm in arm.

I have never been so close to someone before, but the other party is so enthusiastic that from the initial discomfort, I have actually become somewhat accustomed to it.

Shi Moheng immediately noticed the hat on Wuxiang's head and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Just about to speak.

Wu Si had already handed over the other hat, expressionless: "The princess said the weather is too cold, the Third Prince and Master Wuxiang should keep warm."

His attitude was a little awkward, and he turned around and walked back.

She privately felt that since the princess had returned to the Central Plains, Master Jiaxuan naturally no longer had any connection with her.

But now, the third prince brought a monk with him, and it was obvious that he was concerned about it again.

But at the same time, she also understood clearly that it was not anyone else's fault, and the princess's emotions were not something they could control.

Almost the moment I took the hat, the coolness on my hands gradually faded away.

"Thank you, Princess Chidan."

Shi Moheng was not polite either. He turned his head to look at the hat Wuxiang was wearing and put it on himself.

He even took two steps among them: "How is it?"

Yan Rui reached out and patted his shoulder, controlling the strength this time: "Looks good! It suits you. The Third Prince should stay in Mobei for a few more days."

"You have to ask Master Wuxiang. I can't make the decision."

The others turned their eyes to the monk who had remained silent, waiting for his response.

"Let's go." Yan He interrupted them at the right time.

He walked past a few people and went forward: "Let's go see if there is anything fun."

Wu Si quickly followed: "Princess, wait for me."

Wuxiang walked at the back, twirling the Buddhist beads in his hand intermittently, his eyes fixed on the fiery figure in the front.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

There are also big differences between the gadgets in Mobei and the Central Plains, the difference is visible to the naked eye.

Shi Moheng was quite interested and wanted to take a look at this and that.

Along the way, I collected a lot of things.

Formlessness is as if one has no desire for anything and just glances past it.

Yan He stood in front of a mask stall, there were so many varieties that she couldn't keep up.

The colors are bright, and compared to the delicate and cute masks seen in the Central Plains, most of them have green faces and fangs, with a strong sense of weirdness.

The white hand paused in the air for a moment and picked a smiling round-headed monk.

He put it on his face, then turned around and compared it with Wuxiang's face.

"Master Wuxiang, do you want to try this?"

"......it is good."

The monk lowered his eyes, glanced at the strange mask, and was silent for a moment.

Just when everyone thought he would refuse, he agreed.

He reached out to take it, but was dodged.

"I'll help Dai."

"Thank you for your help, benefactor." Still did not refuse.

Yan Rui looked at her strangely and walked forward to take the mask from her.

"I'll do it."

"No, I'll do it."

Yan He motioned for the monk to lower his head, raised his hand to help him put it on, and his fingertips accidentally touched the side of his face.

Before he could move away, his wrist was grabbed.

She looked up in surprise, and saw the monk blink and put her hand down.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but I pinched the fingertips along the back of my hand.

Release quickly.

It seems natural but it's an illusion.

"Are you cold, benefactor? Your hands are very cold."

His face was hidden under the mask, and apart from a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, his expression could not be seen clearly.

If someone suddenly asked a girl this question, it would inevitably arouse suspicion.

But coming out of his mouth, it sounded like the most normal thing.

A gentle Buddhist, he cares for everyone in the world.

Yan He stepped back, pinching his hands: "Well, it's a bit cold, shall we find a place to sit?"

"it is good."

"..."

"..."

Yan Rui and Shi Moheng, who had stopped to wait because they wanted to see the masks, stood where they were and watched the three people walk away on their own.

They didn't notice at all that they weren't following.

Just as they looked at each other.

Yan He turned around, a little surprised: "Brother, Third Prince, aren't you coming together?"

"......Together."

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After all, it was the third prince of Lizhou who came to visit, so Almo should have treated him well.

But Shi Moheng had already made it clear that it was not necessary, and Yan Rui regarded him as a friend.

Knowing that he didn't like these things, he didn't let King Chidun mobilize his troops to make arrangements.

He took a few people to a restaurant in the royal city and served all of Almo's delicacies.

The huge box was instantly filled with the rich aroma of meat.

He laughed and hugged Shi Moheng's shoulders: "Look at you, with thin arms and legs, you need to eat more meat to be as strong as me."

As he said this, he patted his chest vigorously, feeling very proud.

Shi Moheng just smiled and had no intention of arguing.

Although he is a little inferior to Yan Rui, he is considered strong in the Central Plains.

He still understands the differences between regions.

Yan He sat opposite them, his eyes moving from fish to pork and then to mutton and beef.

It can be said that it is horribly meaty, but it also tastes delicious.

As for the other half, they are quite vegetarian, after all, there is a monk here.

Yan He glanced at the green scenery, then stood up and left the room.

There were many customers in the restaurant and the waiters were all busy.

She went downstairs directly: "Boss, pack up some cakes and bring me a pot of tea."

"Okay, wait a moment, it will be delivered soon."

"Ah."

After Yan He finished his instructions, he turned around and saw a white figure at the door of the wing room.

I don’t know when it came out.

Looking straight in her direction.

"Why did Master Wuxiang come out?"

"See if there is anything I can help you with."

"No, it's cold outside, come in."

"it is good."

The two people inside had drunk too much in the short time they were away. When Yan He went in, the strong aroma of wine mixed with the aroma of meat hit his nose.

I feel a little disgusted for some reason.

She quickly asked Wu Si to open the window a little.

Yan Rui looked up and saw the two people coming in and began to greet them: "Chidan, Master Wuxiang, come, let's have a drink too."

As he said that, he filled their glasses with wine.

"Come on, come on."

Shi Moheng was calmer than him and pressed down his hand: "If they don't want to drink, I'll drink with you."

"Brothers."

"Brothers."

"..."

Yan He was a little amused: "Brother, don't take the Third Prince to drink so much."

If I get him drunk, how will I start my journey tomorrow?

The thought just passed through my mind.

She paused for a moment, then sat down as if nothing had happened.