Back and forth: I brought supplies to help the impoverished prince

After hearing Wen Jiu's plan, Qiao Shinian sat up straight and asked, "It's not easy to deceive the virtuous king. Although Princess Yu'an is easy to deceive, she still has a mother who is a royal concubine."

Wen Jiu jumped up and sat on the corner of the table, looking at the painting that Qiao Shinian had carefully drawn.

The person in the painting has a rosy face, but is standing alone on the observation deck looking at the street scene below.

There are pairs of birds on the eaves behind the person in the painting. The strong wind pulls the wind chimes and tulle on the four corners of the observation deck, trying to carry it far away, ruffling the person in the painting's hair.

Below the observation deck is a bustling street. The smiles on everyone’s faces form a sharp contrast with the lonely people upstairs.

"This painting is not a good birthday gift. Sister, please erase the human face and replace it with mine, and then paint yourself on top." Wen Jiu looked at Qiao Shinian expectantly, "Just give it as my birthday gift this year."

Qiao Shinian curled his lips: "I'm going to add another cat to stand on the railing next to him."

Wen Jiu pouted, and it took a while for him to let go and answer what Qiao Shinian had said before.

"She is the mother of Princess Yu'an, but she is also the mother of the virtuous king. She cares about Mu Qingchen, so she won't blindly favor her own daughter. At most, she will drag me to warn her."

Qiao Shinian really couldn't tell that Concubine Liu cared about Mu Qingchen, but the only person she could trust in this era was Wen Jiu, so she would support his judgment.

When Qiao Shinian thought about becoming a scumbag who deceived other people's sincerity, she wanted to make fun of herself, but she found that such a thing had a huge impact on her moral values ​​and conscience.

So, when she was deceiving Mu Qingchen, she would be nicer to him, and nicer, so that when the truth was revealed, she would feel much better.

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August

Two days have passed since the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Mu Qingchen’s birthday is tomorrow.

Qiao Shinian listened to Wen Jiu telling her about the recent situation of Zhou State. As expected, the continuous heavy rain caused Zhou State to suffer from floods after the snow disaster.

There are now starving people all over the country and countless people are fleeing.

After listening to this, Qiao Shinian lamented the hardships of the people, and at the same time, a sense of happiness and relaxation arose in a hidden corner of his heart.

With the Zhou Kingdom in such a disaster, the Zhou Emperor would certainly not dare to act rashly, so Wen Jiu would be much safer.

The next morning arrived in anticipation and waiting.

Qiao Shinian was worried that Mu Qingchen would forget to come see her, and then the birthday gift she had carefully prepared would not be given to him on his birthday, which was a meaningful day.

She was nervous and anxious, and at this moment Wen Jiu was called over by Princess Yu'an, who had been feeling awkward for a long time.

To be honest, these days without Princess Yu'an, Wen Jiu's life seems to have returned to the way it was before. The palace maids and eunuchs who can survive in this palace are all masters of observing people's words and expressions.

So in the past month, their food and clothing expenses have returned to their original levels, but the tests between Wen Jiu and Princess Yu'an have been vague and ambiguous, and today will finally have an accurate result.

Qiao Shinian was not worried about Wen Jiu and Princess Yu'an. After all, Wen Jiu could handle these things, especially a little girl like Princess Yu'an.

Wu Han was a little disappointed when he learned that Wen Jiu was called away by Princess Yu'an's people. He looked at the nervous Qiao Shinian, hesitating but still not leaving directly. He asked: "Are you afraid? Are you afraid that Wen Jiu and Princess Yu'an can't reconcile?"

Qiao Shinian shook her head and looked at the man standing in front of her to block the sun for her. Wu Han was already very strong, and his braided hair and clothes showed a vigorous vitality. His tanned skin symbolized wild strength in Qiao Shinian's eyes.

Occasionally she wondered what the visual effect would be if she applied essential oil on Wu Han's exposed arms.

Perhaps those two-dimensional pictures of handsome dark-skinned guys have a concrete expression at this moment.

When he wanted to say something to comfort Qiao Shinian, he saw Qiao Shinian's eyes light up and he stood up suddenly.

Without waiting for his reaction, Qiao Shinian said to him: "The person I'm waiting for is here."

As she said that, she strode to the door and looked at Mu Qingchen who was about to send someone in to notify her. She smiled and said, "I thought you might not come today! I was worried about how to find you."

Seeing Qiao Shinian's sparkling eyes, Mu Qingchen's originally gloomy mood suddenly improved. He smiled and said, "I remember the gift you mentioned, so I came to ask for it."

Wu Han lowered his head and walked to Qiao Shinian, and whispered, "Then I'll go back first." After that, he nodded slightly at Mu Qingchen, then strode away.

Mu Qingchen looked at Wu Han who was leaving and didn't care, and asked: "Can I get my gift now?"

"Yes, please come in." Qiao Shinian said, jogging to the study and taking out the wrapped painting. "Here it is."

Mu Qingchen took it and said with a smile: "Can I invite you to walk out of the palace with me now?"

"Of course, I'd love to." Qiao Shinian said without hesitation.

So Mu Qingchen took the painting. Qingyu, who was following Qiao Shinian, tried to take the painting for Mu Qingchen several times, but Mu Qingchen dodged the attempt without making a sound.

After a few times, Qingyu became obedient. He looked at Qiao Shinian's cheerful steps and thought about how he had thought about knocking her out and putting her on the master's bed when he guessed that his master might like her.

Recalling his previous thoughts, Qingyu broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, he didn't do that, and fortunately, he didn't listen to the instigation of those unreliable people.

Look, these two are making good progress! It's better to keep those dirty tricks to yourself.

"Where do you go on your birthday?"

Mu Qingchen was summoned urgently today, so he was riding a horse.

Qiao Shinian sat on the horse's back a little stiffly, not daring to move at all.

This behavior was somewhat intimate, a development she had never expected.

It is a scene that often appears in idol dramas, but when it actually happened to her, she became stiff all over and dared not move.

Mu Qingchen was already a qualified adult. As long as the food was not bad, he was a little taller than her, so his breath would spray on her head when he spoke, making her scalp tingle.

She wanted to curl up as much as possible, but Mu Qingchen was behind her, so it was inevitable that they would bump into him, making the atmosphere even more awkward.

She couldn't ride the same horse as Qingyu, nor could she ride alone.

Her ideal position was to sit behind Mu Qingchen and hold his clothes.

She did so at first, but when the horse moved, she leaned back out of habit, then hugged Mu Qingchen tightly, and finally touched his abdominal muscles.

In the end, for her safety, Mu Qingchen circled her in front.

"Eat, watch a play, sing at Nanfeng Pavilion?"

She really wanted to talk about the restaurant, the cinema, and the bar where a handsome guy showed off his abs, and in the end, she and Tiantian would return home under the escort of Xiaobai.

This is how they celebrate their birthdays after becoming adults. Before they became adults, she would usually go to the countryside with four elderly people, or check in at a popular restaurant, and then go shopping after dinner.

"Shopping? No, purchasing, buying something for myself." Qiao Shinian recalled, turned around and asked, "Do you like to go shopping?"

"I don't like it very much." Mu Qingchen blurted out.

As he spoke, Qiao Shinian gradually relaxed, no longer as reserved as before.