First Lady of the Crown Prince

   Chapter 671

  What do you do? One gave the other party vinegar, the other gave the other party spicy oil, but the gift of lanterns was not enough, and they also gave each other seasoning?

  Mu Qingchen always felt that this scene was very eye-catching, and at the same time he felt that he was a little full, obviously he hadn't eaten dinner.

   "He can't eat spicy food." Mu Qingchen took the spicy oil from Gu Jiao's hand.

  Xiao Heng narrowed his eyes to look at Gu Jiao.

  What Gu Jiao was about to say, Mu Qingchen's eyes swept over, thinking about hemorrhoids again?

  Gu Jiao: "..."

  I can’t make it through this stalk, right?

   "Just, eat a spoonful." Gu Jiao quickly poured half of it into the bowl, and Mu Qingchen was too late to stop it.

The taste of   dumplings is really good, especially after the spicy oil is topped with it, it is amazing, and Gu Jiao is very satisfied.

   Both were eating, only Mu Qingchen was sitting dry.

  Mu Qingchen didn't want to stare at them, but his eyes would fall on them unconsciously.

  Gu Jiao eats and babbles, her cheeks are bulging, and she is inexplicably cute.

   Mu Qingchen frowned.

  How can he think a big man is cute?

  He is crazy!

  He glanced at the uninvited guest Long Yi again. Long Yi's eating appearance doesn't need to be described as cute, gentle and elegant, and all his gestures reveal an aura of nobleness.

  To say that this was not a etiquette cultivated since childhood, Mu Qingchen didn't believe it.

   Ke Mu Qingchen racked his brains, and it was also difficult to connect the person in front of him with any prince of the Shengdu family.

  Is it not from Shengdu?

   is also wrong, his accent is from Shengdu, and he himself admitted it.

When Mu Qingchen was puzzled, the three of Mu Chuan came over.

   "Four brothers! Rokuro!"

  This is Liu Lang's call, Gu Jiao did not look up, but Xiao Heng glanced at Mu Chuan.

   Mu Qingchen frowned, and did not call you.

   "Liu Lang, why would you ignore me when I told you?" Mu Chuan came to the table and said bitterly.

  Gu Jiao sucked a dumpling and said without changing her face, "I'm busy."

   Never admit that he didn't react.

   "Are you full?" Xiao Heng asked Gu Jiao.

  Gu Jiao said, "You can eat a little bit more."

  Everything is good, but the portion of the dishes is always exquisite.

  Xiao Heng smiled lightly, and said: "Save some stomach to eat the flat one."

   "Well, good!" Gu Jiao responded kindly.

   Mu Qingchen frowned more tightly. She had known Gu Jiao for so long, and she had never seen Gu Jiao speak so well.

  Mu Chuan gave Xiao Heng a weird look and asked, "Liu Lang, who is this?"

  Gu Jiao introduced: "The friend I just met, Long Yi."

   "It turns out that you are called Liulang." Xiao Heng closed the loophole that the two did not fully introduce each other's identities when they met.

  Gu Jiao said solemnly: "Yes, my surname is Xiao and my name is Liulang. They are my classmates."

   "My name is Mu Chuan."

   "Yuan Xiao."

   "Zhao Wei."

  The three reported their homes in turn.

  Mu Qingchen never showed any intention to get acquainted with this Long Yi from beginning to end, so he didn't introduce herself.

   But if he doesn't say it, it doesn't mean Mu Chuan doesn't say it.

  Mu Chuan smiled and said, "The three of us are Liu Lang’s classmates, and so is my fourth brother. He is still Liu Lang’s roommate!"

  As soon as he said this, Xiao Heng's face sank.

  Gu Jiao, who was drinking dumpling soup, had a cold back inexplicably.

  What is the illusion that the backyard is about to catch fire again?

  Gu Jiao hurriedly put down the soup bowl and said, "I haven't lived in the dormitory yet!"

  Xiao Heng's face is gentle.

   Mu Qingchen looked at Gu Jiao suspiciously.

  Gu Jiao let out a light cough, stood up and said, "Okay, I'm full! Let's go! By the way, where is Wu Master?"

  The ability to change the topic is proper!

   Mu Chuan said: "He went to watch juggling, we came here secretly!"

  What's the matter of visiting the lantern with the master? Of course it's going to be a good escape.

   "There is a poetry club over there, let's go and see it!" Zhao Wei suggested.

  They are students of the Wenju Academy, and they are still very interested in the poetry society. Gu Jiao just wants to quickly put out the fire in the backyard, and naturally she will not disagree.

  A group of people happily went.

  Xiao Heng walked on the left side of Gu Jiao, and Mu Qingchen walked on the right side of Gu Jiao.

  She was occupied on both sides, and Mu Chuan and the three could only follow behind them.

  Zhao Wei suddenly whispered: "Hey, do you think the three of them are weird?"

   "Where is it strange?" Mu Chuan asked.

   "Yes, what's the weird thing?" Yuan Xiao also asked.

  Zhao Wei looked at the backs of the three people, frowning and said: "I can't tell you, it's just...the three of them...it feels quite crowded."

  Yuan Xiao looked at the three of them and said, “The three of us are also quite crowded. The street is so wide and there are so many people. It’s not right to not be crowded?”

  Zhao Wei said: "Our squeeze is different from theirs!"

  Yuan Xiao asked stupidly: "Where is it different?"

  Zhao Wei scratched his head: "Just...hey, can I ask you if I can tell you?"

   "Forget it." Zhao Wei sighed.

  Zhao Wei is a more delicate mind, and can't stand the nerves of Mu Chuan and Yuan Xiao.

  Rather than observing that the three big men are not crowded, the two want to see the lanterns on the street.

  The folk customs of the country of Yan are relatively open among the six countries. There are no shortage of women shopping in the street. Men rarely jacquard lanterns. They always feel a little out of tune. Xiao Heng and Gu Jiao are exceptions.

  The appearance of the two people carrying lanterns is as beautiful as a mural.

  A group of people came to the poem meeting site. This should be the largest poem meeting on the whole street. It was held by a restaurant. It not only contains poems, but also riddles, pairs, and eight-part essays.

  Riddles are the simplest, and the lanterns for rewards are also the most common.

  The first lantern is a gourd made of gold leaf. The gourd beard is made of real gold silk, which is expensive and exquisite.

  This lamp is not for sale, and only one of the best eight-legged essays is qualified to take it away.

  Gu Jiao looked at the gourd lamp, her eyes lit up.

  Golden, clear space will definitely like it.

   "Want?" Xiao Heng asked softly in her ear.

  The warm breath made her earlobe slightly itchy, she pulled her little ear and nodded: "Yeah."

  Xiao Heng walked over by himself. The lobby on the first floor was full of scholars writing eight-part essays. Xiao Heng found a corner table and sat down.

   "Hey? How did Long Yi get in?" Mu Chuan asked.

  Guessing lantern riddles, composing poems, and pairing can be done outside. Mu Chuan only wants to guess a few lantern riddles anyway.

   Soon, Mu Qingchen also walked in.

   "Four brothers?" Mu Chuan was stunned. He looked at the golden gourd lamp hanging at the door and asked, isn't it, is this lamp so beautiful? Brother Si want it too?

  Mu Qingchen didn't sit with Xiao Heng, he specially picked a table three or four seats away from Xiao Heng.

  The two write down calmly.

  Not long before it attracted the attention of everyone.

  A scholar who was writing an eight-part essay on a seat by the window patted his companion at the front desk and asked, “Look, is that person over there, Master Qingchen?”

  As soon as he said this, not only the two companions at the front table stopped writing, but the others also looked in the direction he was pointing.

  The other recognized Mu Qingchen and whispered: "It seems that it is really him!"

   "No way? How come Young Master Qingchen is here too? Is he the one who lacks lanterns?"

   "He came to smash the scene, right?"

   "Yes, he is the head of the four princes. He is here to write the eight-legged essay. What else is there for us?"

  At least half of the people who were still struggling to write, put down their pens.

  Just the name of Young Master Qingchen is enough to extinguish their fighting spirit?

  Gu Jiao and the others waited outside while guessing a lot of lantern riddles and won a lot of lanterns, which were given to the passing girls.

News of Mu Qingchen's presence here gradually spread, and more and more people came to watch.

  Finally, after a gong sounded, the shopkeeper of the restaurant walked out with a smile and personally took off the golden gourd lantern.

   "Someone got the first place! Who, who!"

"I do not know!"

   "It's Master Qingchen!"

  The shopkeeper glanced around from the crowd, and walked towards Gu Jiao carrying a lantern, and said politely: "Your Excellency, is Xiao Liulang Xiao Gongzi?"

   "I am." Gu Jiao said.

  The shopkeeper offered the lantern with both hands: "Congratulations to Young Master Xiao for getting the lantern."

  Someone in the crowd dissatisfied: "He didn't go in and write an article again!"

The shopkeeper smiled and looked at Gu Jiao: "The article written by Mr. Xiao’s friend has been appreciated by Mr. Yang. It is the first well-deserved one tonight. Mr. Xiao’s friend urged him to give this lantern to Mr. Xiao and invite Mr. Xiao. Smile."

  Gu Jiao took the lantern.

  Everyone realized that the treasurer just said a word of Yang Ge.

   "Gosh! Old Yang Ge is here!"

   "I knew that Mr. Yang Ge was here, so I went in to write an article! If he could give me advice from his elders, I would be worth it in my life!"

  Yang Ge is always the literary master of the Yan Kingdom. All those who come to Sheng to study are eager to be students of Yang Ge. Unfortunately, Yang Ge rarely accepts students in private.

   Soon, Xiao Heng and Mu Qingchen came out.

  The two walked towards Gu Jiao.

  Seeing that Gu Jiao and Mu Qingchen met, and they were all wearing the uniforms of Tianqiong Academy, everyone looked really surprised.

  A scholar said: "I'll say it's Master Qingchen, right? Only his articles can enter the eyes of Old Yang."

  In the wing room on the second floor, Old Yang Ge was sitting on a cushion, and several eight-part essays that had just been collected from the lobby were placed on the book table in front of him.

  An elegant middle-aged man sat opposite Yang Ge.

   "Elder Ge, you have watched it several times." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Is it so amazing?"

  Old Yang Ge touched his beard and said, “Since Jing Shizi, I’ve never seen such an amazing and brilliant literary talent.”

   "It's Anguo now." Jing Shizi has been called by many years ago, and the middle-aged man smiled, "Is this evaluation too high on the same level as Anguo? Who is it?"

  Old Yang Ge looked at the signature under the text, and said rather weirdly: "Long Yi."

  ...

  Gu Jiao and her group are walking on the bustling streets. She now has two lanterns, a pink and tender peach lantern, and a golden gourd lantern, attracting the attention of many pedestrians.

   "Liu Lang, your lamp is so beautiful!" Yuan Xiao said, pointing to the gourd lamp on Gu Jiao's right hand.

  Of course, I gave it away.

  Mu Qingchen's suspicious gaze fell on Xiao Heng, who is this person?

  "Dried meat! Fresh and delicious meat!"

  Not far away came the hawker's shout.

  Xiao Heng said to Gu Jiao: "You go shopping first, I'll go buy some dried meat."

  After he left, Mu Qingchen blurted out: "Do you like to eat dried meat?"

  This question is very strange. Even Mu Qingchen's brows were surprised. Why would he subconsciously think that the person named Long Yi did everything for Xiao Liulang?

  Gu Jiao felt inexplicably that she had to answer this question carefully.

  At this moment, Mu Chuan found a new lantern riddle guessing booth, and waved to a few people: "Brother Si, Liu Lang, come here!"

   "Liu Lang, walk around, take a look!" Yuan Xiao urged.

  Gu Jiao was successfully taken away by the two, and Mu Qingchen asked about loneliness.

  The place where the dried meat is sold is not far away. It is at the door of a ready-made clothing store diagonally opposite. The dried meat business is good. There are many people in line. Xiao Heng is standing at the end of the line.

  Xiao Heng waited patiently.

  He is still not used to wearing a mask, and pushed with his hands, but accidentally pushed the mask off.

  He bent over, stretched out his slender fingertips to pick up the mask that had fallen to the ground, and patted the dust on the mask lightly.

  At the same time, a woman with an embroidery basket came out from the clothing store.

  Women's clothes are not too luxurious, but her demeanor and demeanor are comparable to those of ordinary women.

  She walked past the butcher’s stall and got into the carriage on the side of the road.

  Perhaps the aroma of dried meat was so attractive, the woman couldn't help but glanced at the stall.

  She froze with just one glance.

  The carriage drove up.

  One of the women did not sit still, and fell backwards, and the curtain in her hand fell down with a snap.

  "Stop! Stop!"

  She yelled.

  The coachman stopped the carriage.

  The little girl in the car asked, "Aunt, what's wrong with you? Is there something left in the shop? I'm going to get it?"

  The woman did not answer her words, but hurriedly got out of the carriage with her skirt.

  She came to the stall selling dried meat and smashed the men in line one by one.

   "What are you doing?"

"Are you sick!"

  The crowd scolded.

  The woman murmured in a daze: "Where is the person? What about the person?"

  The little girl came over: "Aunt, who are you looking for?"

  The woman lost her way: "His Royal Highness...I saw His Royal Highness..."

  The little girl looked around and whispered: "Aunt, are you dizzy? Your Royal Highness is no longer in Shengdu. He followed the prince to guard the tomb."

  (End of this chapter)