Feng Ming defies the sky: prostitutes do not become concubines

Helan Mosu turned his head to look at the shopkeeper, saw that he had a troubled expression on his face, smiled faintly, and looked at Shui Ningyan.Shui Ningyan was baffled by Helan Mosu's gaze, but when she saw the shopkeeper smirking at her, she immediately understood.

"Sanggong...you don't want the concubine to mention these things, do you?"

Shui Ningyan looked coquettishly, with charming eyes, looking at Helan Mosu.But he was slightly slandering in his heart: there are shadow guards behind him, and if you don't let them show up to help get things, do you really have to do it yourself?

Suddenly hearing Shui Ningyan call her husband, Helan Mosu's long and narrow peach eyes revealed a bit of surprise, and the smile gradually became stronger. He walked up to Shui Ningyan and whispered in Shui Ningyan's ear: "I like it when you call me Xianggong is much more pleasing to the ear than being called the prince."

When Shui Ningyan heard the words, her face was slightly red, her red lips were slightly raised, as if she was a little shy.

Helan Mosu laughed, stretched out his hand, and in the dark, a man dressed as a servant picked up the things from the shopkeeper and followed behind them.

Shui Ningyan didn't care, she wandered aimlessly in the street, as long as her eyes stopped on something, Helan Mosu would not hesitate to take out a silver ticket to buy it.

Shui Ningyan was walking in front, looking at Helan Mosu behind him who was paying for things for her, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips, if there were more young masters like this who spend a lot of money on just buying one gadget, then the state of Chu might Much richer than it is now.

Helan Mosu didn't bring any silver with him when he went out, and the smallest bank note had a denomination of [-], but he didn't need the common people's change every time. All the way down, the servants who followed Shui Ningyan and Helan Mosu could only hire A cart, put all their shopping on the cart.

Shui Ningyan turned her head to look at the cart that the young man was pushing, and smiled, "Master, there is a snack seller in front, why don't we try what the common people eat today, how about it?"

Helan Mosu looked at Shui Ningyan, smiled dotingly, stretched out his hand to pull Shui Ningyan up, and said with a slight smile in his voice, "There are a lot of people in front, madam, hold your husband's hand, don't get lost gone."

Shui Ningyan nodded, Helan Mosu turned his head, looked at the miserable servant who was following behind them, and ordered lightly: "You transport all these things back to the Prince's Mansion first, and you don't have to follow us."

The two of them shuttled among the crowded pedestrians. It was noon and the sun was strong. He Lan Mo Su stood in front of a table full of oil stains, his pretty brows were slightly frowned, and there was a hint of doubt in his eyes looking at Shui Ningyan. : "Ma'am, are you sure you want to eat here?"

Looking at Helan Mosu's current appearance, Shui Ningyan couldn't help but want to laugh, but she still nodded to him with a serious expression, expressing that she really wanted to eat the bean curd soup at the roadside stall.

The first time I saw him deflated, I felt very happy.

Lifting his white robe, He Lanmo Su sat beside him nonchalantly, watching the bean curd soup that the peasant woman brought to Shui Ningyan, frowned slightly, and said hesitantly: "Ma'am, be careful not to clean it after eating it."

Shui Ningyan didn't expect Helan Mosu to say that, a slight smile appeared on her lips, she lowered her head and took a sip, then scooped up a spoonful of bean curd soup and put it in front of Helan Mosu's mouth, as if to feed her he.

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