When the cannon fodder male lead took the female lead script [Quick Transmigration]

Tang Wujing left from the Yan Mansion, he couldn't swallow this breath, a mere prince, how dare to treat him like this, after returning, he went to look at Bai Luoxing, the maid said that Bai Luoxing had just fallen asleep.

Si Shaochen carefully observed Yan Qingmo's face, judging whether the person in front of him was jealous.

"Let's go out and eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

"it is good."

Still responding to every request, Si Shaochen felt uneasy: "I have never touched the prince."

"I know."

"You know?" Si Shaochen took two quick steps and walked around in front of Yan Qingmo, "How do you know?"

"I know all the suffering you suffered in the Prince's Mansion." Yan Qingmo's eyes flashed a trace of distress. He had a secret work lurking in the Prince's Mansion, and Lan Linglang said that he made a fuss out of a molehill. In order to stare at Si Shaochen every day.

At that time, he was not strong enough. Even though there was a Guyun Building behind him, he didn't dare to move the prince easily. In the past two years, the Guyun Building had gradually started to take off, and Bai Luoxing was sober that night, he couldn't hold back after all. , personally went to bring Si Shaochen back.

"You arranged at the Prince's Mansion..." Si Shaochen blinked.

Yan Qingmo nodded with a smile.

"For me?"

"Ah."

Si Shaochen was delighted, Yan Qingmo did everything for him, he held Yan Qingmo's hand, and prepared to go out for a walk by the river.

"But it doesn't mean I don't care about what happened to you before." Yan Qingmo said again.

"Ah..." Si Shaochen rubbed his nose, "Everyone makes mistakes, and besides, I wasn't obsessed with ghosts at that time, so please forgive me."

Si Shaochen mustn't act like a baby with Yan Qingmo because of what the original owner did before.

Yan Qingmo shook his head lightly: "I can't just let you go."

"Then what do you want?" Si Shaochen was already familiar with this routine. He scratched Yan Qingmo's palm, and Yan Qingmo shrank his fingers.

"Not ready yet."

Si Shaochen stood on tiptoe and whispered in Yan Qingmo's ear: "Then do you want me to teach Momo?"

"Say."

"On the day the house is consummated, I will do whatever you want."

Si Shaochen only said eight words, but Yan Qingmo's heart was full of waves. He squinted his eyes slightly to look at Si Shaochen, and Si Shaochen smiled harmlessly.

"Is this true?"

"Pearls are not so real."

"it is good."

"What flavor does Chenchen like?" Yan Qingmo suddenly asked after getting into the carriage.

"what?"

"Flower scented ones?" Yan Qingmo asked again.

"Okay." Si Shaochen thought Yan Qingmo was asking about the taste of the pastry, so he didn't think too much about it.

The carriage stopped at an alley, Yan Qingmo led Si Shaochen out of the carriage, he pulled Si Shaochen, and turned into an antique alley.

The smell of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley. This alley seems to be made of incense. An alley is mixed with various fragrances. If you look in from the door, you can also see men and women picking up balm in boxes.

Si Shaochen has never bought this kind of thing for little girls, and Yan Qingmo doesn't have this kind of fragrance on him. He usually likes to spray lighter men's perfume. There was no perfume in ancient times, and there were many balms. There are sachets.

Yan Qingmo dragged him into the shop with the smallest family. The proprietress was a young girl with hairpins all over her head looking at Si Shaochen's neck hurting.

"Hey, what kind of wind brought the prince here today?" The proprietress twisted her waist and looked at Si Shaochen, "This is the madam, right?"

Si Shaochen nodded to say hello, Yan Qingmo also nodded: "Anything new?"

"Yes, yes, I don't know what fragrance Madam likes, so you can choose it yourself, and I won't bother you two."

The proprietress led Yan Qingmo and Si Shaochen up to a small room on the second floor, where various balms were placed.

Si Shaochen curiously picked up a box, he smelled it, it smelled like lotus, and it came out of mud without being stained, but he didn't like it very much.

"Mo Mo likes to use balm?"

Yan Qingmo shook his head, as if he wanted to explain something, but he didn't know how to say it.He took the box from Si Shaochen's hand, dug a lump with his fair and slender index finger, and wiped it on the back of Si Shaochen's hand.

Si Shaochen blinked, the "balm" quickly melted under the infiltration of body temperature, sticking sticky to the back of his hand, covering the back of his hand.

This weird touch...

Seeing Si Shaochen's expression, Yan Qingmo knew that Si Shaochen understood what these things were.He smiled lightly and took out a handkerchief to wipe Si Shaochen's hands clean: "Do you like the smell?"

Si Shaochen withdrew his hand, and there seemed to be sticky ointment on the back of his hand. He looked at the "balm" all over the room, and couldn't laugh or cry.

What kind of balm is clearly a lubricating ointment.

No wonder the proprietress looked at them differently.

"What does Chenchen like?"

"I don't know, just pick your own." Si Shaochen didn't have the thick skin to do it with Yan Qingmo, so he walked to the other side to look at other fragrances.

Yan Qingmo didn't force him either, and chose carefully by himself.

Si Shaochen listened to the movement from Yan Qingmo's side. Yan Qingmo was not only picky about smell, but also about quality.The proprietress put out a lot of trial products, and after Yan Qingmo picked one, she dug out a lump and wiped it to see the texture, Si Shaochen's face turned red.

He held his breath and sat on the side, waiting for Yan Qingmo to leave.

"You don't have to pick so carefully, do you?" Si Shaochen said in a strange tone.

"It's different, we have to take it seriously." Yan Qingmo heard the sarcasm in Si Shaochen's tone, and he smiled, "We must give Chenchen the best experience."

Si Shaochen looked at the sky speechlessly: "How long have you been thinking about this matter?"

"Not long."

After Si Shaochen became an adult, he began to think about it, and...it didn't take long.

Yan Qingmo carefully selected, and finally picked out ten boxes to go back. Si Shaochen's eyes twitched as he looked at them, so they don't need so many, right?

The proprietress carefully packed the package and handed it to the maid beside Yan Qingmo.Si Shaochen felt that he would be ashamed to face others, and that this kind of thing had to be sent back by someone, afraid that others would not know what they were going to do?

"Go and eat osmanthus cake." Yan Qingmo squeezed Si Shaochen's palm.

Si Shaochen mechanically shook his head: "I don't want to eat any cakes, go eat something else."

When mentioning ointment, he couldn't help but think of the ten boxes full of lubricating ointment.