Chapter 275 Chitose Is a Bit Ruthless [42]

The young man was away, so Shen Wanqing had no choice but to go back home and bought some snacks along the way.

After returning to the palace, after eating and drinking, Shen Wanqing took a leisurely nap.

It wasn't until the sunset that I started yawning, stretching my waist and waking up contentedly.

I went to wash my face, then returned to the rocking chair, took out a can of Wangzai milk and poured it into a teacup, and ate it together with the snacks I bought this morning.

Just after eating a chicken wing and drinking the can of milk, Luoli knocked on the door and said that Anze had come.

Shen Wanqing spat out the chicken wing bones in his mouth, "Let him in."

What are you doing here again?

If you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall if you have nothing to do, there will be no good things when you come.

After getting permission, Luo Li leaned over and left, and Anze came in after a while.

An Ze, who was waiting at the entrance of the side hall, saw Luo Li coming, a smug smile appeared on that handsome face.

Anze waved his fan and smiled flirtatiously, "How about Xiao Lier, Xiao Qingqing, let me in~"

Hearing An Ze's "little pear", the corners of Luo Li's mouth twitched unconsciously, but his expression was still respectful.

She bent down to salute, and stretched her arms, "The princess is waiting in the hall, please come in, Mr. An Xiaohou."

An Ze raised his eyebrows, turned the paper fan in his hand, put it away with a snap, and put it on the palm of his left hand.

Proud of spring breeze, An Xiaohou walked in happily.

Entering, Anze smelled a tangy fragrance.

Anze's eyes lit up, he walked in excitedly, and said, "Xiao Qingqing, what are you eating? It's so delicious! I seem to smell the aroma of meat!"

Shen Chihuo, who was sitting in the rocking chair, was already full and was wiping his hands with a handkerchief.

Hearing Anze's words, she casually threw the handkerchief in her hand on the table, "Eating chicken wings."

An Ze had already walked over shaking his fan, "Chicken wings? Did the chef in the palace make them? They smell so delicious!"

"No, I bought random ones from roadside stalls." Shen Wanqing slumped on the rocking chair, lazily.

An Ze was stunned when he sat down, and turned his head in disbelief, "The one at the roadside stall?"

"That's right." Shen Wanqing threw away the bamboo stick in his hand.

She looked sideways at him, "What's wrong?"

The playwright, Young Master An, had tears in his eyes, grabbed the paper fan in his hand, and said, "Xiao Qingqing, you are the princess of a country, how did you end up eating roadside stalls?"

"I heard that you have been giving gifts to Jiuqiantui all the time, and what you give away is several boxes of gold, silver and jewelry, rare treasures. Could it be because of this that you are so poor that you can only eat at roadside stalls!"

"Woo woo woo, my little Qingqing, why are you so pitiful, blah blah..."

An Xijing's eyes were full of tears, and while wiping away her tears, she said, "Xiao Qingqing, we are good friends. If you have any difficulties in life, you must tell me. What's the matter, brother?" Carry it together!"

The corner of Shen Wanqing's mouth twitched, and she reached out and threw the oiled handkerchief on the table towards his face, full of disgust, "Go away."

An Ze took down the handkerchief and wiped it on his face.

After just a few wipes, I felt something was wrong.

"Xiao Qingqing, why is your handkerchief a bit oily?" An Ze asked mutteringly while wiping his face with the handkerchief.

Shen Wanqing looked indifferent, "Oh, I just finished wiping off the oil on my hands."

"!"

Anze froze suddenly, threw the handkerchief on the table in a hurry, and subconsciously reached out to touch his face.

Oh!