Xuan Tianming knows his wife very well. Usually when this girl is guilty or when she can't answer any questions, she likes to do some small moves. For example, now, Feng Yuheng is twisting his hair, twisting it one by one. Twisting is not enough, and she has to braid it into a small mohua.

He was defeated, "Didn't you ask before? Let me let go of my king's hair."

Someone shook his head, "I asked all the questions, how can I pretend that I haven't asked? This princess is not deaf."

Xuan Tianming had a fear of being braided with a braid.

Fortunately, the girl stopped after making up three of them, hugged his neck and asked him: "Xuan Tianming, do you think I'm a god, are you happy?"

Xuan Tianming nodded, "I am happy and I can't ask for it. There is a god who is a wife, and that even if I live like a god in the world, it's very beautiful."

"What if I am a ghost?" She leaned forward and looked at Xuan Tianming's mask from the side, "What if I am a ghost? It's a terrible kind."

Xuan Tianming was so open-minded that he thought, "It's okay for ghosts. At worst, you can accompany me for a lifetime. When you look back, I will accompany you to the eighteen levels of hell. In short, I will accompany you in the sky and earth." He said as he lifted the person up again. This girl was a bit heavy.

Feng Yuheng retracted her head with satisfaction, lay on the other person's shoulder and smiled secretly without any image. If this time travel was just to make her meet Xuan Tianming, it was really worth it! It was a good deal!

Xuan Tianming walked on the snow with his wife on his back. The two walked forward with laughter and laughter. The class that followed him was not aware of it, but Bai Ze's mood gradually declined. Bai Furong's life and death were just around the corner, and this matter was always hanging in her heart and she couldn't let it go.

Several people walked on the street, and gradually halfway through the main street of Erguanzhou City. At noon, Feng Yuheng pointed to a noodle stall on the snow on the street and insisted on eating noodles. Xuan Tianming had no idea, so others had to put people on the chairs in the small stall.

If Xuan Tianming was not here, they could still pretend to be ordinary people. After all, Guanzhou is not small, and the people would not be familiar with each other. But Xuan Tianming's goals and characteristics are too obvious. The golden mask hits his face, and there are many people who have met along the way. As long as he is not a fool, he can guess his identity in the past ten.

The guy at the stall was scared and didn't dare to talk to him, so he kept rubbing against the boss. But Feng Yuheng was still teasing: "Did I look ugly and scare you?"

The guy shivered, and almost threw away the noodle soup in his hand. He quickly put it aside and turned around and ran away without saying a word.

Xuan Tianming was also helpless and took the initiative to call the boss: "Come here."

The boss is a middle-aged man in his thirties. He is chubby and honest. He is not very brave. He hesitated not to come forward, but he can't run away like a guy. After all, this stall is his. Even if he can run away, he can't run away from the temple.

Xuan Tianming looked at his timid and entangled look and felt puzzled, "You must not have stolen this stall, right?"

The boss waved his hand quickly: "No, it's definitely mine, authentic."

"Then why don't you come?"

"I... Guest, Guest, no, Your Highness Ninth, you asked me to come over and do what?" He stuttered in fear and stepped back. It seemed that he was about to stop, but he ran away when the signs were wrong.

Xuan Tianming was a little angry, "I said that all the people in the Northern Realm are quite arrogant and stunned? Why? With this little courage, he dares to rebel and seek refuge with Duanmu Anguo?"

When the fat boss heard this, he thought that it was indeed difficult. He bit his teeth and turned around and ran away. Unfortunately, he was nowhere near as fast as the size of the class walker. Almost halfway through his body, the class walker was already blocking him from behind.

The fat man pounced onto the ground and kowtowed constantly: "Your Highness, your Highness, your Highness, your Highness!"

Xuan Tianming's face had sunk to a certain level, and he coldly warned him: "If you don't give us a note, I will never let you go."

The fat man was stunned, "Huh?"

Ban Zuo kicked him in the butt, "What are you so kind? We are hungry and we are here to eat noodles. If you are a noodle seller, why are you running away if you don't cook noodles properly?"

The fat man then realized, "Eat noodles?" I'm just here to eat noodles! I was so scared that I thought I was going to beheaded. Why did I eat noodles so imposing? He was whispering in his heart while cooking noodles. He had to admit that it seemed that they didn't show much momentum. It was the young man who scared him away, which created the atmosphere.

This shop mainly sells large intestinal noodles. When the four bowls of noodles are served, Feng Yuheng's saliva is about to flow out. Regardless of the cold and cold, he grabbed the chopsticks and ate them. While eating, he said, "No wonder the stall has to be opened outside. The noodles are too hot and cannot be eaten as soon as they are out of the pot. When they can go down, they will have a bad taste. Only by wearing the cold wind can you eat the most happily!"

Is that right? Everyone looked at Feng Yuheng, including the fat boss. The subtext in his heart at this moment was: "This princess, if it weren't for the lack of small savings, I wouldn't have put the stall in the snow."

However, when Feng Yuheng said this, the others thought it made sense. Even Xuan Tianming started to eat, nodding while eating, "That's the reason."

Due to Xuan Tianming's aura problem, the originally deserted stall became... even more deserted because of the arrival of the four of them! The fat boss was in tears.

The four bowls of noodles were delicious, especially Feng Yuheng. After eating, the boss asked the boss to add another large intestine. Gradually, the fat boss felt that the prince and princess of Dashun were not very arrogant. Just like ordinary people, they would sit at a street stall to eat noodles, and the girl would also want an extra large intestine. Even when she ate it, she would wipe it directly with her sleeve. Even ordinary ladies would carefully wipe it with a veil. The county lord of Ji'an was very careless!

A bowl of noodles, Feng Yuheng added a portion of large intestine to be full, and the other three big men were a little short of enough. After all, they had been wandering around the city for a day, and someone was still carrying his wife as a coolie. The fat boss offered to add another half bowl for free.

Feng Yuheng finished her meal first. When she was free, she went to tease the child watching. There was a little boy who had just walked and was still not very steadily. He was supported by his mother and rubbed him step by step in the snow. The child was not afraid of people. Seeing Feng Yuheng felt friendly, she ran to her with her hands open. The young woman was frightened and wanted to carry the child back, but she saw Feng Yuheng already spread her arms and hugged the child in her arms. While touching his little head, she asked, "What's your name?"

The two-year-old child was not very straightforward and said vaguely, "Baoer, Baoer". Feng Yuheng held the child and sat next to Xuan Tianming, tinkered with the sleeves and took out a bag of milk.

In ancient times, there was no place for the children of ordinary families to drink milk. When the child's mother saw the child picking him up, she was so scared that she was frightened. In an instant, various ideas such as "poison" appeared in her mind. But after observing for a while, the child was not only fine, but also drank happily, and she gradually felt relieved.

Seeing Feng Yuheng having fun holding a child, Xuan Tianming couldn't help but reach out to touch the child's head. The child was really popular. As soon as Xuan Tianming touched him, he immediately turned his head and grinned, making Xuan Tianming reluctant to retreat even his hand that stretched out.

Perhaps the scene of the two teasing the child was so warm. The fat boss of this small stall slowly gathered here around the people looking here, as well as the shop customers in the surrounding shops, and were not as scared as at first. Some people even started to talk in a low voice.

"Is that the Ninth Prince and Princess Ji'an? The two seem to be very close."

"Yes, it's different from what the general public said before."

"Not mention Duanmu Anguo, he is now a traitor of Dashun. If he calls him the Grand Duo, we will be punished together."

"Speaking of this, Dashun's troops have been in the city for so many days, but they have just set up camps on the streets. They have not had much impact on our lives, nor have they made things difficult for the people. I think it's pretty good."

"Yes, right!" The people agreed, and looked at Xuan Tianming and others again, and then became much more kind.

Feng Yuheng held the child and looked at the crowd. He happened to see an old lady in a torn robe sitting on the side of the road, trembling with coldness, staring at the steaming noodle pot with her eyes in her eyes, swallowing her saliva from time to time, and it seemed that she was a beggar.

She asked Xuan Tianming in a low voice: "Didn't the court give the Northern Realm a good policy? Why are there beggars?" She said as she looked at the old woman again, and shook her head for a while, "It's not like a beggar. Look, someone looked at her with sympathy."

Xuan Tianming also looked at that place, then waved to the fat boss, "Come on."

The fat boss quickly jogged over and said while running: "Your Highness just eats a few bowls of noodles, you don't have to pay, you don't have to pay."

Xuan Tianming gave him a blank look, "I didn't say I would give you money, I just asked you a few words."

The fat boss scratched his head and stood honestly in front of the two of them. Xuan Tianming pointed to the old woman and asked him: "Do you recognize that mother-in-law? Why do you look like this? Dashun supports the Northern Realm all the way for many years, and keeps leveraging money here every year. Even the three provinces in the Northern Realm are never charged for taxes. Why do beggars appear on the streets?"

The fat boss sighed helplessly and then said, "To be honest, her highness said, she is not a beggar, but a poor person who was driven out of the house by her son and daughter-in-law. Her son married a wife just in autumn last year. She thought life would get better and better, but unfortunately, the family conditions were better, but the daughter-in-law thought she was too old and was unwilling to support her. Her son was also a mess, and she only knew to listen to her wife's words and drove her out of the house. The old lady had been begging for several months, but it was good if she had not frozen to death."
Chapter completed!