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Chapter 472 The Merchant Woman Who Was Killed For Money (22)

Su Qinghuan looked at Murong Chen in amazement.

"Even if some bandits saw your outfit outside the carriage and thought you were a down-and-out businessman, who would know that there is another world inside?"

There should be very few princes and grandchildren who don't pay attention to pomp, right?

The ancients cared more about face-saving than the modern people in this aspect. Anyway, what Su Qinghuan saw the most was the kind of high-spirited dignitaries, wishing to let the whole world know that he was superior to others in every way.

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"It's better to have a plainer appearance, but one thing more is worse than one thing less. What do you think, Ms. Su?"

"Yes, it must be safety first. The son of the world can figure out this truth at a young age, and he is already better than most people in this world."

"Miss Su is ridiculous."

Murong Chen has long seen that Su Qinghuan is also a kindred spirit, and most women in this world may not be able to connect with him like her.

Murong Chen couldn't help feeling a bit of regret in his heart, but just thinking about it, his handsome face with sharp edges and corners evoked a slight arc.

Perhaps it would be good to simply be his counselor.

Contaminated with the love between men and women, it is not pure enough.

Murong Chen's long eyelashes half covered his cold phoenix eyes, and his thin lips were slightly parted.

"The tea in the inn was too bad before. Ms. Su, why don't you try the Yuqian Dragon Well that my Yong'an Palace has newly acquired this year?"

"it is good."

Su Qinghuan nodded.

She knew that Murong Chen should be a fluffy and elegant person, but when she saw Murong Chen open one of the desk drawers to reveal the delicate gilt enamel carved box inside, she felt that she had been exposed a little bit. hit.

This ingenious tea box can also be called a masterpiece of buying a box and returning pearls.

No matter how good the tea from Longjing before Yu is, it may not be as valuable as this box.

……

"Since the crown prince gave me tea, then I'll make a fool of myself for now, shall I make a cup of tea for the crown prince?"

Seeing the man nodding slightly, Su Qinghuan was not polite.

She took out the exquisite rosewood tea set, and arranged the teacups one by one.

I don't know what kind of water Murong Chen left here, but even if it's not a top mountain spring, it will be similar to the plum blossom dew in the first snow.

No way, people have money and power, so many servants are willing to do this kind of boring and trivial work.

……

Su Qinghuan secretly sighed in her heart about the terrible elite class, but she didn't feel any envy, jealousy or hatred in her heart.

She is from the royal family of Qingqiu, but their folk customs in Qingqiu are much more simple, and there is no such thing as exploiting ordinary people.

Su Qinghuan sat cross-legged on the soft couch, poured the water for Murong Chen three times according to Qingqiu's tea art, then carefully picked up the cup and poured Murong Chen his newly brewed tea.

"My son, please use it."

The little fox smiled, she was wearing a plain colored skirt today, only the wrists and the skirt were embroidered with Lengmei, the color of the flower was light yellow, so it was hard to see clearly from a distance.

But at this moment, because of the action of pouring tea, the girl's sleeves fluttered down from her wrist, revealing a snow-like wrist, lined with layers of cold plum embroidery, Murong Chen couldn't help looking at Su Qinghuan's wrist He stopped for a moment.

"What do you think of the tea I made?"

Su Qinghuan's eyes were burning.

"It can be called top grade."

It's not even an exaggeration to say it's excellent.

This tea is Yuqian Longjing, it is naturally the best thing that can be contributed to the Yongchang Palace, and it is not much worse than the one used by the current emperor.

As for Murong Chen's tea set, the embryo is very thin, and against the background of the light green tea, it makes people feel more relaxed and happy.

With good tea leaves and good tea sets, a master of tea ceremony who understands tea is naturally indispensable.

Su Qinghuan's tea ceremony skills can be described as profound.

What's more, she was born extremely beautiful.

Watching her make tea is also a kind of enjoyment.

……

Murong Chen's eyes gradually dimmed.

The man gripped his teacup tightly.

He fixed his eyes on Su Qinghuan, as if he was fake.

"Miss Su, your tea art makes me even more reluctant to let you go. If I keep you by my side and brew me a lifetime of Longjing before rain, I'm sure I won't get tired of it."

"The prince is joking again."

Su Qinghuan shook her head.

Looking at the handsome eyebrows and broad shoulders of the person in front of her, she sighed in her heart.

"If I really become one of the women in the back house of the son of the world, I'm afraid I don't have the heart to make tea properly. I only think about how to be pampered, how to give birth to the future heir, how to step on the mountain of corpses and seas of blood, and become your The only option."

"Is the only one that important?"

Murong Chen stared fixedly at the girl's fluttering lips, his voice slightly hoarse.

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"That's the most trivial point for a person who doesn't need a unique."

"But for me, it's worth a thousand dollars."

Su Qinghuan lowered her eyes faintly, and continued to pour a cup of tea for Murong Chen.

Her wrists were as white as jade, and against the curling tea smoke, she had a vaguely ethereal air of immortality.

Murong Chen's throat was dry.

My heart is a little weak.

Maybe he can rape the woman in front of him.

But as Su Qinghuan said, even if she becomes one of her back houses, she may lose her soul and become a boring puppet, or a canary bent on climbing.

The smarter and more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she will be highly toxic if she gets infected.

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A trace of regret flashed across Murong Chen's heart.

He never yearned for three wives and four concubines, but Murong Chen knew clearly that even if Su Qinghuan could accept the Sangong Sixth Courtyard and wanted to accept a merchant's daughter as his concubine, he would have to go through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, even He was persuaded by countless powerful people.

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When Murong Chen thought of this, his heart felt a little empty.

He has always been proud, so naturally he will not force others to make things difficult.

The man simply closed his eyes and rested his mind, not looking at Su Qinghuan's face, so as not to be disturbed.

"After returning to the capital, I will have someone arrange a house and shop for you."

"Then thank you for your kindness first."

Su Qinghuan also followed Murong Chen's example, and the two of them were speechless for a while.

She just wanted to stop Murong Chen's thoughts.

To become a man's counselor, one must first cut off his love thoughts.

Or, let Murong Chen give up the idea of ​​being an emperor because she loves beauties and not country.

But the latter is too difficult, and she didn't go to the point of brainwashing him in order to pursue a man, so why bother.

Isn't it good to get what you need?
……

On the other side, Duan Feiyang had already returned to the area under the jurisdiction of the capital one step ahead of them.

It just so happened that there was a heavy rain in Kyoto, and he was forced to stay outside Fengtai Temple.

Duan Feiyang looked at the torrential rain and called it unlucky.

"It's unlucky that I didn't even get a good rest."

Duan Feiyang cursed a few words, then got off his horse and prepared to enter the temple to borrow, but a petite figure slammed into his arms.

"ah……"

(End of this chapter)