[BL, MTL] You Shu (Quick Wear)

Chapter 45: Painted Skin (5)

Youshu walked slowly to the carriage, and saw Zhao Yusong looking at her with a strange expression. His eyes were shining brightly, his brows were furrowed tightly, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be raised, but he tried to suppress it because of the scruples in his heart, and instead twisted his handsome face into a shapeless shape.

Youshu has studied micro-expressions, and knows that he is trying to control the ridicule and contempt in his heart, is it because of his attire? In a blink of an eye, he suddenly understood that the Wang family had just come to Beijing, where could he go to find out what the Ninth Prince liked? Naturally, the only option is to ask your sister-in-law or send a servant. The information the servants got was all word of mouth, which was far from the truth, and those sisters-in-law had never been used to the big house, so how could they really help? What's more, they will release fake news, waiting to see the big room's jokes.

No matter how unpredictable the Ninth Prince was, Zhao Yusong, his companion, would more or less know some of his likes and dislikes. Needless to say, the servants sent by the Wang family will go to his yard to listen. The Zhao family has very strict rules, and the second wife of the Zhao family is even more strict in running the family. Others have found out about their own yard, so it is impossible for Zhao Yusong to not know about it.

That's why he looked forward to and suppressed his smile when he saw him, right? His own attire probably also has his handwriting? Thinking of this, Youshu wanted to take off the forehead and camellia on her head, but she saw Mrs. Wang rushing over, carefully pinning a delicate purse around his waist, and said, "Mother, please warn you, this body Clothes are not allowed to be dirty or messed up, and you are not allowed to change them at will! My mother has been up all night to make this, and my mother has personally seen every stitch and thread, so you can wear it again when you get crowned!"

Youshu never ignores or even ignores others' kindness to her. Such a precious thought was wanted but not available in the previous life, and in the previous life, it is naturally cherished even more in this life. It doesn't matter whether it's deliberate evil or making people laugh; let them go, as long as the mother is happy. Anyway, mother won't know about those things outside, and he won't care about other people's strange eyes

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Thinking of this, Youshu withdrew her hand and responded obediently, as if she hadn't noticed Zhao Yusong's malice.

The two came to Huaniaofang in a carriage. The inside was bustling with people, so they had to get out of the carriage and walk. Zhao Yusong held back his laughter all the way, afraid of being noticed by his little cousin, and covered his mouth with a jade bone incense fan.

Youshu didn't care how weird his eyes were, but she realized that Wang really knew herself very well, and she didn't put spices in her purse, but put a lot of pine nuts in her hand, and she looked very leisurely. The two of them strolled to a teahouse, and saw someone waving at the window on the second floor and shouting, "Brother Cang Ji, here!"

"Here we come!" Zhao Yusong smiled and waved his fan, and Shi Shiran stepped across the threshold.

You Shuben also planned to follow, but saw an old man on the opposite side of the street selling a bunch of candied haws. The bright red hawthorns looked very attractive, and there was a strong smell of maltose. In his previous life, he spent time with Mother Song, and he never got anything good to eat, except that Bai Shao would secretly buy him a bunch of candied haws when he went to temple fairs. It was the only sweet taste in his poor years, once tasted, he will never forget it.

Even if he followed his master to live a life of not worrying about food and clothing, and luxurious clothes, he would buy one from time to time, hold it in his hand and lick it slowly, savoring the joys and sorrows of the past, and all kinds of feelings linger in his heart. It feels very strange.