After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 169 How Do You Know I'm His Wife?
Song Huai walked towards that figure, because of the backlight, Shen Qianzhao couldn't see clearly through the curtain of the bamboo hat.

She raised her hand to take a look, but Song Huai, who had already walked in front of her, quietly held down her hand.

"Don't lift it, someone is watching."

Only then did Shen Qianzhao let go of his hand, and looked towards the gate of Dongchang. Someone was indeed looking this way.

"Do you have anything else to do later?"

Song Huai pursed his lips and smiled, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold Shen Qianzhao, but paused, then withdrew it, "It's all right, have you eaten yet?"

Shen Qianzhao shook his head, grabbed the bag of pastries and handed them to Song Huai, with his head tilted slightly, "But I brought you some pastries, which were newly baked in the Imperial Dining Room. I tasted a little, and the taste was not bad."

Song Huai didn't expect that Shen Qianzhao would come out of the palace to find him, let alone bring something to eat, when he heard her say that he had tasted this pastry, his eyes were deep and he asked softly, "Have you tasted it?"

Shen Qianzhao doesn't like sweets, he knows it.

Shen Qianzhao laughed softly, feeling that he hadn't seen Song Huai for a few days, and really missed him very much, "I only tasted one piece."

One has to taste it to see if it tastes good before bringing it out to Song Huai.

Song Huai took the heavy bag of pastries, and it was wrapped very well. In a daze, he could imagine the appearance of the little girl in front of him eating the pastry while frowning.
He suppressed the corners of his mouth that were about to rise wildly, "I'll take you to eat."

Shen Qianzhao's eyes lit up, "Yes."

Out of the sight of Dongchang, the two walked along the road of the night market, the hands at their sides were a little stiff.

People kept passing by, and his ready to move hand brushed the little girl's soft white back several times.

This is the main street, if we hold hands rashly and let others see, I'm afraid it's not good, and it's not appropriate to respond.

A tangy fragrance wafted from the surrounding stalls, lingering around the tip of his nose, Shen Qianzhao licked his pink lips, gently put his little hand into Song Huai's broad palm, held his arm, looked up at him, "Brother Song, what shall we eat?"

Through the slightly fluttering curtain, Song Huai seemed to be able to see the corner of Shen Qianzhao's mouth moving slightly, and the little hand in his palm was as delicate and soft as the sound.

He held Shen Qianzhao's hand tightly with his backhand, subconsciously lowered his voice and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Shen Qianzhao blinked, "Is everything okay?"

"Hmm." Song Huai tightened his hands, feeling a strange feeling in his heart that he had never felt before.

Holding hands with her and walking on the street openly, meeting the eyes of passers-by, this was something he never dared to hope for before.

Shen Qianzhao was overjoyed, grabbed Song Huai's hand, and ran to the nearby stall, "Brother Song, I want to eat this!"

Song Huai looked in the direction Shen Qianzhao was pointing, and saw some small stalls where ingredients were repeatedly fried in hot oil. He frowned, "No."

These things are hot, the little girl had never eaten them in the palace, she might have a sore throat after eating them.

He remembered that once in the Xie Mansion, Shen Qianzhao ate the hot food and developed pimples. He heard from the palace people that he hid in the palace for two days without seeing anyone.

If there are more pimples, it's time to hide and see people for a few days.

The corner of Shen Qianzhao's mouth drooped, "But I want to eat."

Just smelling it makes my mouth water, it smells so good.

Song Huai held the little girl's hand, pressed the little girl's palm with his thumb, lowered his head slightly and said in a low voice, "This vendor was only sued to the government two days ago because the customer felt uncomfortable after eating."

Shen Qianzhao let out an "ah" and pursed her lips, "Is that so?"

But in the next second, passers-by kept stopping to buy, and some even chatted and laughed with the owner of the vendor. It didn't look like he was involved in a lawsuit.

She stared at Song Huai suspiciously, "Really?"

Song Huai looked away slightly, and replied without blushing, "Really."

He grabbed Shen Qianzhao's hand and said warmly, "Let's go, let's go to the restaurant to eat."

However, Shen Qianzhao pulled Song Huai, unwilling to leave no matter what, his eyes were fixed on those guests, even the children were eating with a bunch of skewers, their mouths were extremely greedy.

Immediately staring at Song Huai with big innocent eyes, "Just one, I'll just eat one."

At this moment, the vendor owner couldn't stand it anymore, "Master, just buy a bunch for your wife, a bunch, don't get too angry."

The vendor owner has been here for many years, and a pair of eyes is the most useful. The clothes of these two people seem to be unaffordable for ordinary people. This young man didn't buy it for this girl, presumably because he was afraid that the girl would eat it. Get angry.

The boss's words "your wife" not only pleased Shen Qianzhao, but also pleased Song Huai.

The corner of Shen Qianzhao's mouth curled up, and he asked the boss curiously, "Boss, how do you know that I am his wife and not his sister?"

The boss smiled, "This man's eyes can't deceive anyone. The way this young man looks at a girl is not the way he looks at his sister at home."

The boss made a joke, and Song Huai's ears blushed silently. With a straight face, he said in a deep voice, "A string."

"Okay, wait a moment, both of you."

Shen Qianzhao tilted her head curiously, staring at Song Huai, wanting to see what kind of eyes the boss said, why she didn't see it.

Song Huai's eyes dodged, deliberately avoiding Shen Qianzhao's gaze.

Shen Qianzhao wanted to go over and have a look again, but the boss handed the bunch of meatballs to Song Huai.

The bamboo sticks that had been fried were oily and greasy. Song Huai took out a dark handkerchief, wrapped the bamboo sticks, and handed them to Shen Qianzhao, "Be careful of being hot."

The boss took the money, looked at it with a smile, and thought to himself, this young man is really considerate to this girl.

Shen Qianzhao took small bites of the meatballs, feeling that they were fragrant and delicious, but he kept thinking about what the boss said just now.

The two walked to the bridge, and when they stopped, there were lanterns and colorful decorations as far as their eyes could see, which was so beautiful.

Shen Qianzhao stretched out his hand and tugged on Song Huai's sleeve lightly, and brought the meatball skewer to Song Huai's mouth, "It's delicious."

There seemed to be starlight in her eyes, illuminating the dark corners of Song Huai's heart bit by bit.

He stared intently at the little girl in front of him, and seeing her only staring at him, the curtain fluttered, and his heart also fluttered.

The night breeze was cool, and in an instant, the curtain was lifted, and the four eyes met, everything was clear, and Shen Qianzhao's heartbeat missed half a beat.
At this moment, she finally knew what kind of eyes the boss was talking about.

Song Huai's eyes gradually became dark and deep. With the help of the night wind, he bent down and lowered his head, and gently kissed the little girl in front of him.

The curtain fell quietly, covering the two of them.

The night was quiet, as if only the two people on the bridge were left.

Shen Qianzhao was amazed at Song Huai's bold move, she was helplessly clutching the robe at Song Huai's waist tightly, her heart beating violently.

(End of this chapter)