The long street is full of pedestrians.

Chu Zhi accompanied Mu Changqing to walk in the streets and alleys, looking at the bright lights and wine, the brows are light, and there is a slight brightness in his eyes.

Looking at the cold beauty who was coldly hunched her chest and said nothing, Mu Changqing joked.

"You don't look like you are here to go shopping, but you are patrolling the streets."

"Oh, I wonder what the young master thinks shopping should look like?"

After touching his chin and smiling in his eyes, Mu Changqing bought two candied haws from the old man selling candied haws.

"Here, since you are shopping, how can you not taste the flavor of this street snack?"

Looking at the red candied haws handed over by the guy, Chu Zhi instinctively glanced over.

Do you think I am a little girl?

Candied haws...

Before he could complain, the candied haws were rudely stuffed into his mouth by the guy. In the morning breeze, the sweet and soft hawthorn suddenly melted in his mouth, and a shiny sugar water flowed down his white and jade-like jaw.

you!

Just as he was about to get angry, he saw the man stretching his sleeve and gently wiping the sugar water at the corner of his mouth, muttering slightly blamelessly.

"That's true, eating candied haws can make you drool."

you!

I!

Chu Zhi is anxious!

How come there are such bold and rude people in this world?

"Miss, why are you still in a daze?"

"Today you are accompanying me shopping, but I am not here to serve you."

Mu Changqing glanced at the woman who was still dazed and had a violent ups and downs on her chest. Without saying a word, she pulled her sleeve and walked towards the stall where the clay man was bent.

"Let me go!"

He frowned and hummed unhappyly. Mu Changqing let go of his hand consciously, and then he started chatting with the stall owner who was holding clay figures as if nothing had happened.

"Old man, can I fix this clay man by myself? Of course, the price is still the same."

Then the stall owner is naturally happy and can make money without doing it himself. Why not do it?

"Is this what you said to ask me to come up with an idea?"

He said coldly, and Chu Zhi wanted to laugh in his heart.

I have been doing everything every day and delayed so much business just to accompany you to make clay figures?

"What? If you don't want to, you can leave if you don't want to?"

After arguing, Mu Changqing squatted in front of the stall without looking back, fiddling with the mud on the stall.

Walk?

Then you definitely can't leave. How can you borrow money after you leave?

If ordinary people dared to talk to Chu Zhi like this, they would probably have lost several heads. Only this person was unrestrained and unmoved, but she could not beat or scold her.

I felt so uncomfortable in my heart.

Looking at Mu Changqing squatting in front of the stall, full of yellow mud but indifferent, Chu Zhi couldn't say anything awkward.

Is this still the man in Chang'an County with brilliant poetry and a ravine mind?

Is this the immortal outside the sky who made the Yun Kingdom's army disappear in every move?

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a rascal man on the street.

Mu Changqing naturally considered it to be the clay man.

Yun Zhixi's little girl has nothing to do with movies, but this kind of careful gadget can impress her. Maybe she will still be disgusted with a sharp tongue, but she must like it in her heart.

Without a moment, a lifelike little girl with two ponytails was born in Mu Changqing's hands. Even the stall owner who made money by pinching clay figures couldn't help but admire him.

"Young Master is really clever. I've been holding clay figures for decades and I'm almost the same as you are."

Haha, Mu Changqing was extremely proud and boasted about his achievements.

"If you want to say that this technique and proficiency are naturally not as good as the old man."

"Oh, the implicit meaning of the young master is that there are other things to pay attention to this clay man?"

After hearing this, the stall owner became interested. Even Chu Zhi, who was watching coldly, couldn't help but listen, wanting to see if he could just be told what kind of flowers he could say?

"As the saying goes, sincerity can open up the stone. Although the boy is not good at this, he thinks of someone in his heart and uses deep affection. With his good intentions, he will naturally give this clay man three points of vitality."

The old man was stunned, then he smiled: "It seems that this person is very important to the young master?"

"That's natural, she's my wife who hasn't passed away."

Thinking of that coquettish and willful little girl, Mu Changqing couldn't help but laugh.

Wife who had not passed the door? The old man had a little wrong expression after hearing this. He glanced at the beautiful woman beside him and said nodded to Mu Changqing.

After receiving the signal from the stall owner, Mu Changqing curled his lips and said disgusted.

"You talk about her? She has nothing to do with the boy. She is a young lady who is not touching the spring water."

Originally, Chu Zhi was listening to something, thinking, feeling that what Mu Changqing said just now was a little bit reasonable, so he was suddenly criticized.

What kind of lady is not touching the spring water?

Is it so unbearable in your eyes?

Just a clay man, can I still lose to you?

Chu Zhi was so angry that he walked to the stall, his slender legs were leaning towards the stall owner and said coldly to the stall owner.

"You, bring me some yellow mud."

It is rare for a country's emperor to make clay men in the streets.

However, at this time, an empress was squatting in front of the clay stall, holding the clay man full of mud.

Holding the fun of watching the show, Mu Changqing pointed at him.

"Hey, your mouth is not pinching right, who has such a big mouth?"

"Huh, what kind of creature is this? Could it be a monkey?"

"Look at you, the soil is thrown everywhere, and the old man will have to clean it up for you at that time."

The old man who was wiping cold sweat on the side waved his hands repeatedly: "It's not a problem, it's not a problem."

But I couldn't help but mutter in my heart, I didn't know whose lady was, and how could she be so powerful. When I squatted, I felt like I was entering an ice cellar. Only this young man could still smile on the side.

Turning his head coldly, Chu Zhi glanced at the endless talk of Mu Changqing.

"Shut up!"

With a sensible smile, Mu Changqing stopped talking and buried her head in the yellow mud in her hand.

There is wind in the long street, there is speech in the wind, hawking and horse hooves, endlessly.

The old clay man was trembling with fear, and two luxurious young men squatting in front of the stall, competing in secret as if they were angry.

After some work, Chu Zhi looked at the four-pointed characters in his hands and felt a little embarrassed and annoyed. But he was just a muddy person. I still couldn't deal with it?

Just as I was about to continue changing to a piece of yellow mud, a clay man suddenly got in his hand.

"Okay, I was joking with you just now. Mu had no other intentions. He just felt that since he was out for a trip, he should let go of himself. If he held his heart in his heart, he could never be released, how could he understand the beauty of this world?"

Looking at the clay man in his hand who was seventy-point like him, Chu Zhi was stunned.

The clay man smiled at the corners of his eyes and was excited at the edge of his eyebrows, and he didn't feel cold.

Isn’t it said that only someone in his heart will give the clay man three points of anger? Why can this guy pinch himself so real?

Could it be that he has me in his heart?

Absurd thoughts arise in my heart, and Chu Zhi hurriedly threw them away.

I'm afraid that as long as you look good, this rude person will have it in your heart, right?

However, Chu Zhi really liked this clay man in his heart, but he couldn't help but complain because of his identity.

"It's so ugly."

"Yeah?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the clay man in his hand had been snatched away.

"I think it's ugly, so I'll throw it away."

Mu Changqing was about to throw the clay man in his hand to the side.
Chapter completed!