Princess, the lord has come to beg for marriage again!

Chapter 250 Master, What's Going On?
Chapter 250 Master, What's Going On?
Shen Qingyi suddenly realized that Jun Qingchen had stopped talking, turned her head to look at him, there seemed to be a clear spring in her black and white eyes.

Why did this man's ears suddenly turn red?I don't seem to have said anything?Could it be that the sun is too full today?

There was always a shy feeling of being stared at, so she simply ignored him and trotted back to the house.

"Brother Chen, don't move around, I'll get the rest of the clothes."

As soon as the words fell, it flew away like a butterfly, and the light red fingertips fell on a piece of clothing.

Jun Qingchen blinked his eyelashes lightly, stepped forward in a mysterious manner, looked down at the soft red, the end of his eyes seemed to be dyed with rouge, as if dyed the color of peach blossom.

He turned his head and glanced into the room, hooked his fingertips lightly, and stuffed the soft red into his sleeve.

But it seemed that there was something hot in his chest, and his whole body was on fire.

When Shen Qingyi came out with the clothes in her arms, she was surprised to see him like this, and quickly threw the clothes on the wooden board.

Xu Shi was impatient, and didn't care whether the man or woman would kiss or not, so he put his hand on his forehead, it was so hot.

"Brother Chen, what's the matter with you? Your forehead is so hot, maybe it's because of the wind and cold?"

The guilty Jun Qingchen felt his throat was hot and couldn't say a word.

The plain teeth and vermilion lips, which were close at hand, opened and closed with a seductive charm, as if the whole person had been thrown into an oven.

He suddenly took a step back, his figure flashed, and he was gone, leaving only one sentence in the air.

"Qingqing, I'm going back to help the prince post books."

Jun Qingchen hurried back to the palace, his whole body was exhausted, he slumped on the chair, but his fingertips were itchy.

He took out the soft red from his sleeve, and lightly brushed the ginseng flower with his fingertips.

Well, I just wanted to work on the embroidery on this.

"master."

Unexpectedly, there was a sound, Jun Qingchen flicked his fingertips, and quickly hid the things back into his sleeves.

"doing what!"

Yan Wu just came in to make a routine report, but he gave him a hard look, froze his body in fright, and stood there in a daze.

Who offended this ancestor again?

However, why is the master's face a little red?Could it be the wind and cold?
Saying this in my heart, but with a smile on my face.

"Master, I just want to ask, what are the arrangements for today?"

Jun Qingchen withdrew his gaze, tapped his fingertips on the table, and regained his composure.

"Go and take out all the books in the library to dry."

Yan Wu:! !

Did I hear wrong?Master's brain is convulsed again?

Ever since I got acquainted with Miss Shen San from Zheng Guogong's mansion, it seems that the master has not lived normally, and he has always been a moth every day.

It's really hard for them to be servants.

Yan Wu couldn't express his suffering, his face was wrinkled.

"Master, are all the books?"

Jun Qingchen glanced at him lightly, as if giving alms, but with a cool look.

"Of course, today is Qiqiao Festival. Don't you know that other houses are posting books?"

Qi Qiao Festival?Post books?

Yan Wu wanted to cry but had no tears, "Master, it's been more than ten years, and we haven't had any begging festivals, how do we know this.

Don't torment us, you know how big the library is, and you really want to take out all the books to dry, even if the sun goes down, you can't finish drying. "

There was a smile on the corner of Jun Qingchen's mouth, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he just waved his hand at him.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, let you go, you go."

Yan Wu walked out like a mourning concubine, dragging his heavy body, and summoned his younger brothers to dry their books.

The palace, which is usually deserted and where not even a bird can be seen, suddenly seemed like boiling water, full of noise.

Jun Qingchen was sitting in front of the table, with a brush in his hand, writing very seriously.

Through the window, you can see shadows running around in the yard, and books are everywhere.

Zheng Qian held a stack of books, put them on the table, and approached Yan Wu quietly.

"Brother Yanwu, master, what is going on here? Did we do something wrong recently? This is how you punish us.

We are Xiao Mingwei, Xiao Mingwei, to publish books here, and spread the word, without embarrassment. "

Yan Wu was spreading the book, feeling more complicated than him.

"If I knew what the master was thinking, I would be in the morning! You still want face, what is that?"

Zheng Gan touched the tip of his nose and smiled.

"Brother Yanwu, I see the master has been sitting there for a whole day without moving, busy writing all the time, do you know what the master is going to do?"

Yan Wu just wanted to slap him away, but he thought, this is the only friend who talks as much as himself, so he can't do that.

"Who knows, I haven't heard that Miss Shen San is going to release a floral skirt recently. The last time I saw the master so serious was when the floral skirt first came out."

The two of them chattered together, and saw Yanwen striding towards Jun Qingchen.

"Hey, I just said why I didn't see him just now, did you go to help the master?"

"We don't know, and we dare not ask, the master will shoot me to death."

Yanwen stepped into the room and stood two steps away from Jun Qingchen.

"Master, everything you ordered has been done."

Jun Qingchen nodded in satisfaction, and handed over the thick pile of rice paper on the table.

"Let them get this up."

Yanwen nodded yes, and quickly walked out with the rice paper in his arms.

Jun Qingchen had a fulfilling day, and finally waited until sunset, when he sneaked to the small courtyard of Zheng Guogong's mansion.

A clear and cold moonlight rippling lightly, a figure reflected in the carved window.

He rushed over, squatted under the window, and tapped lightly twice.

"Qingqing, Qingqing."

Shen Qingyi was sitting by the window reading a book, she was startled when she heard the sound, she hastily opened the window a gap, and saw a bright face outside.

"Brother Chen, why are you here?"

Jun Qingchen approached the window and looked at her face shrouded in halo. Although he didn't like this big brother Chen very much, it was better than no address at all.

At the beginning, he lied that he was the prince's bodyguard and only said the word "dust". Shen Qingyi thought his surname was Chen, so she kept calling him "Brother Chen".

"There is a Qiqiao Festival meeting on the street tonight, it's very lively, don't you want to go?"

The light in Shen Qingyi's eyes flashed, and when she thought of something, it immediately dimmed, and her voice was a little lonely.

"My aunt won't let me go."

Jun Qingchen seemed to have guessed the result a long time ago, smiled at her, and leaned against the window again.

"Hurry up and put out the candles, and say that you have to rest early after being tired today, then change your clothes, and I will take you out of the house. Don't worry, I will send you back after watching the meeting tonight."

Shen Qingyi's heart was moved, she had always liked this kind of folk gatherings, whether it was temple fairs or lantern festivals, they always felt very lively, more crowded than the deserted mansion.

She nodded vigorously, turned around and walked in. Not long after, the candles in the room went out.

"Brother Chen, I'm here."

(End of this chapter)