The imperial concubine, she murdered with beauty

Qin Wanwan knows how to fish, but she's unlucky and usually can't catch it. If it wasn't for being too idle, she wouldn't even think of such a thing.

After Song Chen got her the bait, she threw it into the river without asking for a result, and anyone who wished would take the bait.

Song Chen was amused by her Buddhist attitude, didn't say anything, just controlled the two fishing rods, waited patiently, and asked someone to bring out the tea prepared by the way, and made tea for Qin Wanwan himself.

Qin Wanwan is not talkative, so this kind of environment is very suitable for them to get along with.

The sound of the water is murmuring, and the restaurants and teahouses on the shore are bustling with people. It is a peaceful and prosperous scene. In the bustling city, you don't feel noisy and irritable, but have a different kind of peace.

Qin Wanwan didn't care about fishing, but Song Chen was lucky and quickly pulled up a rod.

"Hey, it's quite big."

A foot-long mandarin fish looks plump.

It was rare for Qin Wanwan to take a look at the fish. She had never caught such a big fish before, and she was envious.

"Hey, your fishing rod moved too."

Pulling up Qin Wanwan's fishing rod, there was another one, although it was a little smaller.

Qin Wanwan also became interested, so she simply took her own fishing rod and started fishing, hooked up the bait and cast the rod, and waited quietly.

I don't know if it was because she did it herself, but this time there was no response for a long time, but Song Chen pulled several messages.

It is obviously the same bait in the same place, so can it be treated differently?

"Hey"

There was a sudden movement of the fishing rod, and it was unknown how big the fish was, and it directly pulled her fishing rod away.

Song Chen reacted quickly, with his toes on the edge of the water, he grabbed the fishing rod, quickly swept across the water and stepped on the guardrail by the river, and picked up the fishing rod, and there was a two-foot-long fish hanging on it.

No wonder she just tore away her fishing rod.

Song Chen flew back to the boat and said with a smile, "Wanwan is amazing, this fish is probably about to become the king of fish."

Although she didn't pull it up by herself, she was still very happy that she caught it with her own hook. She didn't smile, but her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and a gleam flashed in her cold eyes.

Song Chen's eyes darkened a bit, such a scene is rare.

The fish was sent to the small boat behind, and was quickly cleaned and cooked. When Qin Wanwan caught the second fish, the stewed fish was delivered.

The fish is very large, and it can be divided into several methods, such as stewing, frying, sweet and sour, and braised.

I caught it by myself, it was fresh and delicious, and I also had dinner on the river, which is an experience I have never had before.

"This is sweet-scented osmanthus wine, do you want to try it?"

Song Chen took a small jar of wine and asked for her opinion.

Qin Wanwan seldom drinks alcohol, it's not that she doesn't know how to drink, so it's okay to have a taste.

Maybe it was because the food was too delicious, Qin Wanwan nodded, "One cup is fine."

Song Chen poured it over and handed it over, and the scent of flowers mixed with wine filled his nostrils in an instant.

The wine was very fragrant, with a hint of sweetness, but Qin Wanwan was not greedy for the glass. She didn't want the wine after drinking a glass, but just lowered her head and ate the fish. In the end, all the remaining wine fell into Song Chen's mouth.

After eating and fishing for a while, the two of them went ashore. At this moment, Suyang City is still bustling.

The pavilions on both sides are brightly lit, and there are various small stalls on the roadside. Even though it is night now, there are still people coming and going, which is extremely lively. …

"Wanwan ever visited the night market?"

Song Chen took her hand naturally: "There are too many people, be careful not to get separated."

Qin Wanwan was led into the crowd in a daze, and passers-by rubbed shoulders one after another, chatting and joking, hawking and shouting, which was very lively and lively that Qin Wanwan seldom saw.

She has never liked downtown, but she doesn't dislike it either. Thinking about it carefully, it's not that she doesn't like shopping, but that she has no reason to go shopping and meets people who go shopping.

With his wrists pinched tightly, Song Chen led her through the crowd, with a smile and novelty on his face: "This is also the first time for me to go shopping like this. I was not in the mood before, but I am lucky to see something new today."

Qin Wanwan

Thinking of Song Chen's past, he suddenly softened his heart. Song Chen's past was too difficult, even if Qin Yan only heard [-]% of it, it was already shocking.

Noble birth, but life is not as good as ordinary people. Being in the palace is like hell, and you may die at any time. Leaving the palace, it is another hell.

Climbing back from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, he went into the mountain of blood and blood again.

He should be an eagle above the sky, a hero who dominates one side, such a character should not be as gentle and kind as he is now.

What kind of person should he really be?
Looking down at the hand tightly held by him, the so-called taking a step back as a brother is just to see that she can't accept it and take a retreat as an advance.

A character like him, even if he pretends to be kind on the surface, is domineering and powerful in his heart, but it is just another way to get what he wants.

"check it out."

Leng Shenjian and the two came to a small stall. The stalls sold fans, folding fans and round fans. There were paintings of flowers and plants, as well as paintings of ladies, and there were blank ones for you to paint by yourself.

What Song Chen saw at first glance was a white round fan made of purple bamboo. The surface of the fan was pure white and hadn't been painted yet.

When the vendor saw the business coming, he quickly greeted with a smile: "Young master, here is a good color ink, you can make a painting yourself for the girl."

Song Chen obviously had this idea, and at the same time picked out a silk folding fan, and pulled Qin Wanwan to sit on the table behind.

With the ground paint in front of him, Song Chen spread out the folding fan and handed it to Qin Wanwan: "Wanwan try?"

She was holding a folding fan, but he was holding a round fan. It was obvious that he wanted to exchange gifts.

Qin Wanwan raised her eyebrows, slowly rolled up her sleeves, and picked up her pen.

The two of them lowered their heads to draw, and neither of them spoke. After a while, Song Chen put down his pen first, and tried to look at Qin Wanwan, but she blocked it.

After painting, dry the fan surface slightly, pay the money and continue shopping.

Song Chen naturally handed the round fan to Qin Wanwan: "Look."

As he spoke, he wanted to take the folding fan in her hand, but she dodged it calmly.

There is a cluster of peony flowers painted on the round fan, the butterflies are dancing, the flowers are in full bloom, and an orange cat is lying under the flowers, sleeping soundly and comfortably.

The painting was still very vivid, and Qin Wanwan liked the cat quite a lot, so she didn't return the fan.

Song Chen hesitated to speak, where is his folding fan?

However, Qin Wanwan seemed to have forgotten about it as he stared at Qiushui, and had no intention of giving him the folding fan at all.

There were a lot of weird things along the way, but there were not many that could catch Qin Wanwan's fancy, so he bought some and went back to his residence.

"bump!"

The door closed in front of his face, but the regent still couldn't get his fan.

"My lord?" Ye Lan looked at Song Chen strangely, didn't she just come back?What is the prince staring at the door of the girl's room, quarreling again?

Song Chen clenched his fists, swallowing thousands of sourness in his heart, after all he didn't dare to be too eager.

He had to be patient, restrained because he cared, but he didn't know how long he could restrain himself, the desire in his heart to hold him in his arms was about to swallow him up.
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