Remarry 9,000 Years Old

Ning Su had never expected that Shen Nanqiao would actually take the little prince to the night market.

He followed them from a distance and saw the two of them passing by a food stall and stopped at the same time.

Even though Qin Lang was naive, he knew that he couldn't let a girl pay, so he took out an ingot of silver. The shopkeeper was stunned because his stall was not worth so much money.

It was Shen Nanqiao who took out a piece of silver from his purse and handed it over.

"Use mine."

After buying bags of green plums, melon seeds, candied fruits and dried fruits, he exchanged handfuls of copper coins and gave some to Qin Lang.

"Since we're here, we might as well have fun to the fullest."

Qin Lang was only in his teens and still young at heart, so he took the money hesitantly.

Seeing Shen Nanqiao eating the preserved fruits with great relish, he also tentatively picked up a green plum and put it into his mouth. The sweet and sour juice filled his mouth, and he couldn't help sucking his fingers after eating it.

For children who have lived in the palace for a long time, everything they see is new to them. Even buying a candied haws makes them feel incomparably satisfied.

Ning Su saw the two of them walking around like real siblings, buying hairpins, straw cages, and collecting a bunch of dirty snacks.

The unhappiness in his heart grew stronger, and his face became gloomier than usual.

Liuyun, who was following behind, thought to himself: Those who know would think that the young lady is doing a favor for the governor, while those who don’t would think that the young lady is having an affair.

After walking a few more steps, they were about to reach a fork in the alley, but the two showed no intention of turning back.

Ning Su's face darkened completely.

Not far at the end of the alley there is a stall making dough figurines.

The stall owner has gray hair on his temples. He holds the comb with his fingers deftly, poking here and tapping there. Before you can see the actual movements, the vivid dough figurines have already been made.

Shen Nanqiao's heart moved and he walked forward involuntarily.

Seeing that she was neat and tidy, the old stall owner spoke to her more politely.

"What do you want, little girl? Whether it's heavenly soldiers or generals, or the rabbit god or the land god, I'll make them to satisfy you."

Shen Nanqiao thought about it carefully.

"Can you make one just like I said? I'll pay more."

The stall owner's face was full of wrinkles from laughing.

Shen Nanqiao felt a little embarrassed. He turned his head to the other side and squinted his eyes to recall the past.

"He is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He is always very sincere to the people he cares about, but he never lets others know. Outsiders think he is angry, but in fact he is confused because he cares too much."

The little prince frowned slightly, as if thinking about something. So, was Otomo strict with him because he loved him so much and was therefore strict with him?

"As for his appearance, he is tall, with peach blossom eyes that are slightly upturned at the end, a tiny mole, and skin as white as snow. Even the best-looking scholar in this dynasty is not even three times better than him."

The young prince looked at her sideways because of this, and she observed Otomo very carefully.

The stall owner's face was full of understanding.

"He must be the girl's sweetheart, right? In a lover's eyes, every woman is beautiful. Otherwise, how can anyone compare to our third place winner?"

Tanhua Han Shaogong is a famous handsome man in this dynasty, and the old stall owner is sure that she is talking nonsense.

Shen Nanqiao was stunned for a moment, and his next words were filled with panic.

"He is really very handsome."

When the little prince heard this, he couldn't help but speak up.

"She didn't lie. That guy is more than ten times better than Han Shaogong."

The stall owner smiled even more happily.

"You've already changed sides before you even start calling me brother-in-law?"

Qin Lang was furious. He reached out and pulled Shen Nanqiao away.

“We won’t pinch anymore.”

Unexpectedly, when I turned around, I ran into a familiar person, tall and slender, with a face like Pan An.

Qin Lang's arrogance immediately weakened and he called out softly.

"Companion."

The old stall owner was also dumbfounded. It turned out that the brother and sister were not lying. There were such beautiful people in the world.

Shen Nanqiao couldn't help but turn around and say to the old stall owner.

"I wasn't wrong, was I?" There was an obvious hint of boasting in his tone.

Ning Su ignored the old stall owner's gaze and bowed to Qin Lang.

"Your Highness has been out of the palace for a long time. I will have someone escort you back now." He paused and said, "Forget it, I will go there myself. If I meet the emperor, I can make excuses."

Qin Lang had known him for a long time and could tell at once that he was holding back his anger, so his face immediately turned bitter.

"Don't be angry, Otomo. I was just curious for a moment. I promise there won't be a next time."

The little prince calmly tugged at Shen Nanqiao's sleeve, signaling her to help him say a few good words.

However, Shen Nanqiao, who had been talkative just now, now kept his mouth shut, his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, like a gourd without a mouth.

Ning Su ignored the quarrel between the two.

"I am not angry, Your Highness, you are too kind."

After saying this, he waved his hand and Liu Yun suddenly appeared like a ghost.

"Take the prince back first, I will follow him soon."

The prince looked back at Shen Nanqiao with a sad face. Shen Nanqiao nodded helplessly at him and handed over the big bag of preserved fruits.

"Take it with you. If you are under house arrest, at least you will have something to eat to relieve your boredom."

Qin Lang was so angry that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

But the arm is no match for the thigh, and it was a blessing in disguise that Otomo did not lose his temper in the street.

He turned around and looked at Shen Nanqiao who had a heartless face. Was it because of her that the usually strict Oban was not so angry?

When he got on the carriage, he saw two people still standing there.

Under the light, the two jade-like figures seemed more well-matched than when they first met in the palace that day.

Qin Lang was shocked by his own thoughts and quickly shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of those messy thoughts.

No one can match his great companion.

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Shen Nanqiao: If you act like this, I'll start to suspect that you're interested in him.