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

"I asked you the last two words four or five times before you heard them clearly. I wanted to ask you what they meant, but then Wen Jiu came." Seeing Qiao Shinian covering his face, Mu Qingchen's smile widened.

"I understand. You don't have to say anything." Qiao Shinian stretched out his Erkang hand to stop Mu Qingchen from saying anything else.

Mu Qingchen smiled and walked over to her, touching her head, and said softly: "After returning home, I thought about it for a long time, and it's not bad to be friends with you. At least seeing your heartless appearance makes me happy. So I came here today to tell you a secret."

Qiao Shinian looked up at Mu Qingchen and murmured, "Don't say it, I'm afraid I'll die soon."

"It's okay. After this, we'll be friends. I'll protect you." Mu Qingchen smiled gently at Qiao Shinian. "I really like the tangerine peel candy you gave me, and I really like your singing and dancing. Before, in Concubine Chen's palace, whenever you danced or sang, I would always walk slower because I wanted to see and hear more."

"Thank you." Qiao Shinian breathed a sigh of relief. She thought that the secrets the prince knew were all earth-shattering secrets, the kind that could kill people. Fortunately, it's okay.

Mu Qingchen took two steps back and maintained a proper and polite distance from Qiao Shinian again.

Wen Jiu brought Chunxue in with a chair.

Mu Qingchen sat down, looked at Qiao Shinian, then looked at Wen Jiu: "Also, you cried yesterday and said you wanted to give me the birthday present you prepared for me in advance, because you were afraid that you wouldn't live to see my birthday.

It doesn't matter, you will always be fine, so just wait until my birthday to give me my present. "

"Yeah, okay." Qiao Shinian lowered his head and raised his hand to take the cup that Wen Jiu brought over.

After a long silence, Qiao Shinian raised his head and asked tentatively, "Do I have anything else to say?"

Mu Qingchen shook his head, "I couldn't hear it clearly, and I didn't quite understand the meaning of some of them."

His expression remained unchanged, but he basically heard it clearly.

Qiao Shinian didn't just say that he was handsome, she also said a lot of other things, which made him unable to tell for a moment whether the girl liked him or was simply praising him as before.

And who is the person she will immediately take a plane to see next time she wants to go home? It sounds like he has a close relationship with her, so he must be a very close person.

Maybe it's nonsense. How could there be a chicken that can carry people?

And assimilation? What does it mean to not want to be like everyone else here? Why are you afraid of becoming one of them?

So where could she be from?

These questions lingered in Mu Qingchen's mind. He could always detect many differences in Qiao Shinian's slip of the tongue.

A long time ago, Qiao Shinian said strange words like "you social group", "you ancient times" and "production is backward".

"I didn't tell you any other secrets, did I?" This was what Qiao Shinian was most worried about. He couldn't help but ask. After asking, he secretly cursed himself for being stupid. Why couldn't he hold back and asked what he wanted to ask directly!

It’s probably because I don’t have enough experience and can’t control my huge sense of guilt.

"It seems like you have a lot of secrets. You also said that you wanted to hug my thigh, does this count?" Mu Qingchen kept smiling, a gentle smile with a hint of teasing. "Men and women should not be intimate with each other. I really want to know why you want to hug my thigh? I may not be able to agree to this request. It's really embarrassing."

"Well... this thigh is not that thigh." Qiao Shinian was silent for a long time before he regained some of his original feeling. He raised his chin and said in a confident and serious tone: "To borrow a line from a script, the more secrets a woman has, the more attractive she is."

"Ahem, sister, what you said is a bit..." Wen Jiu coughed twice.

Qiao Shinian said quickly: "Oh, let me make one thing clear first, Your Highness, you are not my type. I didn't mean to seduce you with anything I said. I was just conveying what I wanted to say literally."

"Well, I know. You don't have to emphasize it again." Mu Qingchen nodded, feeling quite helpless. At this moment, he felt a little doubtful about his own charm.

He's not her type?

"That's not what I meant." Seeing that Mu Qingchen was a little depressed, Qiao Shinian quickly added, "You are very handsome, really, very good-looking, one of the best-looking people I have ever seen. My preferred type and your temperament just don't overlap at all. I like Brother Shuan, who looks gentle and refined, but is like sunshine.

That is to say, when he exercises, he can attract everyone's attention. He shines when playing basketball under the sun. Although it cannot be seen when he is wearing clothes, you can see his overly smooth and beautiful muscle lines when he wears a jersey.

And the way he flips his hair after taking a shower when it’s too hot is so cool!”

When talking about her favorite type, Qiao Shinian's thoughts couldn't help but go back to the summer days, when she always followed Song Shuan like a little fan girl and brought him water. She also had a concrete concept of the concept of male hormones running rampant that she first told her classmates about in the summer when she was in junior high school.

"Brother Shuan is the neighbor brother she once liked, but he is already married. So now she can only miss him based on her original feelings." Wen Jiu rolled his eyes, feeling quite helpless.

"Sister, the more you explain, the more misunderstandings people will have."

Qiao Shinian closed his mouth and looked at Mu Qingchen, his eyes emitting a sincere light.

Mu Qingchen smiled and nodded: "I feel relieved to see you so energetic. It looks like it's going to rain soon, so I'll take my leave and come back another day."

"Okay, take care." Qiao Shinian nodded.

Watching the tall figure disappear at the door, Qiao Shinian clenched his fists tightly.

It seemed like she had gotten what she wanted!

So, from now on, she needs to be careful and cautious in using Mu Qingchen?

"Be careful and cautious~"

She slumped down on the bed, blinking, her hands unconsciously placed on her chest to feel the unignorable beating in her chest.

Her heart was beating fast, and she took deep breaths in and out. Only after Mu Qingchen left did she feel a little relieved.

"sister?"

When Wen Jiu entered the room, he saw Qiao Shinian's eyes were lifeless and he was almost slumped on the bed.

"Wen Jiu, my conscience is a little uneasy, and I always feel very sorry." Qiao Shinian's voice lacked the previous spirit, and her expression was gloomy.

She was thinking, how did she take this big step?

She wanted to treat Princess Yu'an in such a vicious way. She wanted to take advantage of someone who seemed sincere to them.

"Then..." Wen Jiu walked over to Qiao Shinian and helped her lie down, "Forget it?"

“No!” Qiao Shinian shook his head and clenched his fists. “Noble character is based on being alive. When you die, you become a handful of ashes. You can’t think about whether your behavior is despicable.”

"Well, let's continue." Wen Jiu stood up to change his clothes: "I have been a little slack in training these days, I should work harder."

Only when you are strong can you achieve what you want.