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

"Shall we eat first?"

The restaurant in front of him looked a little deserted. After Qiao Shinian got off the horse, he could see the scene inside at a glance. There were only a few tables occupied.

Mu Qingchen nodded: "I think you haven't eaten yet, so let's eat first, and then go buy some clothes and jewelry."

"Oh, okay." Qiao Shinian nodded and followed, asking, "Shouldn't your clothes and accessories be custom-made? Don't you dislike going shopping?"

"You should always try it. What's more, with someone as interesting as you around, I don't think I will be bored." As soon as Mu Qingchen entered the door, the shopkeeper came out from behind the counter and warmly welcomed Mu Qingchen to the private room upstairs.

"Your Highness, congratulations." The shopkeeper looked to be no more than thirty years old, but his smile was so exaggerated that his whole face was wrinkled.

Qiao Shinian was puzzled: "Congratulations? Are you engaged? Or are you having your first child?"

“Ahem!” Mu Qingchen turned to look at Qiao Shinian, who had a gossipy look on his face, and whispered, “Today, I’m twenty.”

"Well, happy birthday." Qiao Shinian said the blessing casually, with some confusion in his eyes.

Just then, he reached the door of the private room. Mu Qingchen waved the shopkeeper away, and said with some doubt and surprise in his tone: "A man is only twenty years old."

“Young adult?” Qiao Shinian nodded, not understanding what he meant by that. As soon as the words came out, his brain suddenly remembered, “You are an adult! Today is your birthday!”

"Such an important day, according to your customs, shouldn't you celebrate it in a grand manner? And you are a prince, shouldn't the whole capital be excited?"

Seeing Qiao Shinian's startled look, Mu Qingchen smiled slightly but didn't know how to explain.

Qingyu coughed lightly and said, "The food is here."

Qiao Shinian was about to speak, but swallowed it back: "But if you don't want to do it, it's your wish and freedom."

She almost asked Mu Qingchen why he didn't do it, but Qingyu's words were so blunt that she forced herself to change her words.

"My brother crowned me, and that was done. There were many disasters in the Zhou Kingdom this year, so the ceremony was simplified." Mu Qingchen poured tea for Qiao Shinian and said in a gentle voice, "That's why I can come to you so early, otherwise you would have to wait for me until the afternoon."

"Yes." Qiao Shinian picked up the cup, lowered his brows and responded submissively. The air was filled with the smell of silence.

"Would you like to take a look at the painting I prepared for you?" Qiao Shinian tried to find the topic.

Mu Qingchen was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile: "Then let me be rude this time, I am also curious about what you will draw for me."

After saying that, he slowly opened the scroll. The colors inside were bright and eye-catching, and the faint floral fragrance wafted towards his nose as the scroll unfolded.

These were bright colors that he had never seen in a painting before, and also painting techniques that he had never seen before. He could tell that it was him standing upstairs, and the streets in the sunset were so prosperous, as if they had nothing to do with him.

But in the most conspicuous sky, the words "Happy Birthday" made up of fireworks were so dazzling. People on the street also looked in that direction. He on the city wall seemed to have a faint smile on his lips. A beautiful long-haired cat with an unconventional forehead ornament and necklace stood at his feet and stared at him.

"Can a cat have purple eyes? And can it wear forehead ornaments?" Mu Qingchen looked up at Qiao Shinian.

Qiao Shinian tried to explain: "Fantasy, you know? It's the kind of fantasy with some beautiful fantasies."

"Well, although it's unreasonable, it's very beautiful." Mu Qingchen affirmed. Before he saw the full picture, he was standing there lonely on the observation deck. After seeing the full picture, he was no longer lonely on the observation deck.

Such fireworks are also extremely beautiful. "What about fireworks? Can there be such a thing?"

"Yes! There are all kinds of them." Qiao Shinian responded, and then added: "As long as you are full of imagination, you will always see them in your imagination, so I give you my imagination."

There are fireworks in modern times but not in ancient times, so in order not to make Mu Qingchen feel too strange, she did not draw fireworks of other colors, otherwise she would have to use gradient colored fireworks to present the words "Happy Birthday".

Mu Qingchen rolled up the painting and looked at Qiao Shinian quietly. There were many unexpected things about Qiao Shinian. It was not the first time he received a painting as a gift, but it was the first time he received a painting that was so strange yet unusually harmonious and beautiful.

It was very beautiful and he liked it very much.

He admitted that he had looked down on Qiao Shinian before. Her nonsense and weird behavior made him think that she might just be bohemian and didn't want to be like everyone else in the world, so she wanted to be free from the constraints of etiquette.

At this moment, Qiao Shinian seemed a little mysterious and illusory to him, which was due to his short-sightedness.

From this painting, we can see that her behavior is logical and she is not the kind of unruly person who goes crazy for freedom.

She always seems to have new things of her own and her own code of conduct.

As the waiter put down the dishes one by one, Qiao Shinian followed Mu Qingchen and began to eat in silence.

She knew the saying "Don't talk while eating and don't talk while sleeping", but the atmosphere of just eating without saying anything made her feel a little depressed.

"You can speak and I will answer." Noticing that Qiao Shinian was becoming more and more stiff, Mu Qingchen put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked at her.

It looked like he was going to wait until she finished eating before he started eating slowly, which added to Qiao Shinian's pressure.

She shook her head repeatedly: "No, no, no, I also think that talking while eating is not a good habit. It will increase the workload of the stomach. Let's talk after we finish eating."

Mu Qingchen raised his eyebrows, then smiled and picked up the bowl again.

Compared with Qiao Shinian's eating manner, he looked particularly elegant and steady, and particularly noble.

Qiao Shinian originally thought that his eating manners were fine, but now, compared with Mu Qingchen, he was completely beaten.

After a few seconds of inferiority, Qiao Shinian reflected on himself and then felt that eating was more important.

Anyway, it's enough for her to eat without looking ugly when she returns to the modern era. There's no need to compare her with the ancient aristocrats who have strict requirements for eating here.

Thinking of this, she ate even more happily. She kept eating even when Mu Qingchen put down his bowl and chopsticks, and only stopped eating when she felt too full.

"Can you pack up the leftovers and take them away?" The good habit of not leaving any leftovers on meals was developed when she and Wen Jiu were fleeing famine. In the past, she never understood why her grandparents were so frugal, until she experienced it herself and realized how valuable food was.

"Okay, Qingyu, let them deliver the rest to the palace later."

Qiao Shinian opened his eyes slightly, and asked in disbelief, "Will you eat leftovers too?"

Mu Qingchen nodded: "Sometimes I go to remote places where there are no people. I am not picky about food."

"Oh, actually, my original intention was for me to take the leftovers back to eat. It would be so embarrassing for a prince like you to take the leftovers back to eat. " Qiao Shinian explained a little embarrassedly.

"It's okay. I'll exchange the food in the palace tonight with you. Besides, I'm the prince, they dare not object." Mu Qingchen stood up and said, "Let's go, let's go to the street to look at clothes and jewelry, and digest the food."