When they were not so diligent, they would go up the mountain a few times a month and there were not enough pills to exchange for money, so the two of them would sit around in the sunset, eating roasted potatoes and recalling the bitterness and sweetness.

Song Yanqing has been running around since she was a child because of her status as a heavenly official. She has been hiding in Tibet to avoid the killer, and has never found a trace of peace.

Chu Shou is half a member of the Wu tribe. He knew that the day he was born, the Wu tribe came to his door with a needle to guide the sky. He was inexplicably named the Heavenly Official and was targeted by some people with ill intentions.

I have been running for my life almost every day, without any interest in life.

In order to make up for the lost years, Chu Shou often told him interesting things about Kyoto and told him interesting and ingenious gadgets unique to Kyoto.

The two of them also made an agreement that if one day they return to Kyoto, they will collect all the things she mentioned and give them to him so that he can have fun with them.

Now, the agreement was barely fulfilled, but he was no longer the same person as before. He planned desperately, and finally became stronger step by step. Finally, he no longer had to hide, let alone hide in the cold garden with her.

When they arrived in Kyoto, everyone in the city thought that the two were strangers to each other, let alone unrelated. Now, it was her turn to hide...

A princess and a censor, it seems, can never go back to the days when people were loosely called "kiln burners" and "medicine sellers"...

Wave after wave of cheers came up, dragging her out of her memories. The noise made her upset, and she frowned, wishing to push away the chaos so that only one person was left pure in her eyes.

She didn't know if Song Yanqing also noticed her. When there was a loud noise, she hoped it wasn't her imagination. He seemed to be looking over here. Maybe he noticed it, maybe he didn't.

With a lot of questions in her mind, Chu Shou didn't want to stay any longer. He gently lifted up his robe and prepared to rush to the other side. Only by asking questions in person could she stop being so upset.

Before she could turn around, she was grabbed by Zhao Zhen. If he hadn't been grabbed, Chu Shou would have bumped into the person behind her.

The man was disheveled, and the white robe he wore was slightly pink, as if he had accidentally dyed it while painting lotuses. He was wearing a silver lotus crown, and he was looking down at a strand of gold thread held on his slender fingers, and on his eyelashes.

I don’t know what was covered, but it was like frost in front of my eyes. The broken hair hanging on my forehead was hanging on my white neck. Gold paper and gold threads flew on the shoulders of the hair. There was a bit of coquettishness in the mess, just like Chu Shou in the Wu Clan.

There is a kind of spirit called Phantom Butterfly that I have read about in the book of hundreds of monsters. If the spirit turns into a human form, it will probably be like this.

I wrote down and took the time to draw a small sample, which would enrich the content of the Hundred Demons Spectrum. With this thought, Chu Shou gave the man a "meaningful" look, and then he almost lifted up his skirt and was about to leave, but was stopped by Zhao Zhen again.

Stop.

He seemed to be in a good mood and said happily: "Wait a minute, let me introduce someone to you. After five years of separation, many people have come and gone in Kyoto, but he is the only one who can catch the eye of His Highness! Trust me once, Luo Qi,

The name is Boshan. Fortunately, the crown prince must have the same temperament as you!"

The flying golden threads gradually calmed down, and the flying dancer also fell steadily, dancing gracefully to the melodious music.

Chu Shou took a glance and saw that there was no figure in front of him. He became anxious and said nonchalantly: "The prince is charming and outstanding. I, the princess, have important matters. Let's meet again someday! Let's meet again someday!"

After saying that, she turned around and escaped from Zhao Zhen's clutches. Her top priority was to find out what the persimmons and plums were from the kiln burner! If she continues to be so unclear and unilaterally sulking, she will go completely crazy...

Luo Qi's palm was still holding the gold wire he had just taken from Chu Shou's shoulder. At that time, he was looking at Chu Shou's profile from behind. Her eyes were staring at the opposite side, her eyelashes flickering, like a deer lost in the forest. Zhao Zhen

You're right, it's different, it's really different.

Green is the color he hates the most, and he has always had a clear distinction between love and hate. Now it seems that... he can happily give in with his principles, and this green color does not seem so annoying anymore.

"Princess...this is?" Luo Qi raised his finger and pointed at Chu Shou's running back, and asked softly.

The green gauze surged like clear waves, and the black hair ran along the white wall like ink. The scrolls seemed to be laid out, but the restaurant was not short, and she seemed to be running with a little effort.

Zhao Zhen raised his hand and put it in front of his eyebrows to look at it and said, "Maybe I saw a good friend. She has a lot of friends..."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Shou suddenly disappeared from the sight of the two of them...

"Hey..." Chu Shou fell to the ground at this time, holding on with both hands, and she was almost wiping her face on the ground, sliding all the way to Song Yanqing's feet.

Oh my God, why is it always her who makes things so embarrassing...

What was supposed to be the romantic ending in the storybook was abruptly intercepted by her useless legs and feet, leaving only the biting reality that made people feel extremely cold.

On the other side, Zhao Zhen watched helplessly as Chu Shou fell. He coughed again and again with a guilty conscience. He unfolded his fan to block Luo Qi's sight, pulled him into the private room, and murmured: "I will follow you."

The first princess of Ming Qi I am talking about, she is actually very cultured...and very connotative...a person, just...maybe she feels a little uncomfortable today, I will introduce it to you another day..."

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Here, Chu Shou continued to bury her head, maintaining the posture of falling down. When she was about to get up, a corner of her robe suddenly broke into her sight...

If you want to know what happened next, please read the next chapter!
Chapter completed!