Enchanting Princess: Lord, please go away

Chapter 49 If it wasn't for him 3
For the past three days, Xiaoru has been avoiding Yu Wenxiang, and Yu Wenxiang didn't bother her, but just ordered someone to stay outside all the time, and Xiaoru would try her best to satisfy her.

In the evening, Ouyang Qing sent a carriage to pick up Yu Wenxiang and Shangguan Yi.Xiao Ru went out from the post house while Yu Wenxiang was gone.

This is the first time she has seen the night market in this time and space. The lights are brilliant, all showing the prosperity of the city.It would have been better if there were not people guarding her from front to back, left and right.

Xiao Ru saw many small objects along the way, as well as snacks sold at mobile stalls.

After walking for a long time, she was also hungry. She saw a stall selling Yangchun noodles, but she searched all over and couldn't find a penny.I can only bear to go back to the post house to eat again.

"Girl, please wait a moment." Xiao Ru was called back by the peddler just after taking six or seven steps.The hawker directly handed Xiaoru a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

"But, I don't have the money to pay the bill." Xiao Ru hesitated to accept it.

"That gentleman has already paid the bill for you." The peddler pointed to a man in white, and looked at Xiaoru with a smile.

Xiaoru took the noodle bowl and walked towards the man.The man seemed to know that Xiaoru would follow, so he led her all the way to a big willow tree by the river.

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"Sir, I can't accept your things for no reason." Xiao Ru stretched out her hands and passed the noodle bowl over.

"Don't you even take a bowl of noodles?" Murong Hua turned around and looked at Xiao Ru, because Xiao Ru couldn't see his face clearly because of the moonlight behind his back.

"I don't know you. Naturally, I can't accept your things casually. Even a first-grade child knows this truth." Xiao Ru abruptly stuffed the bowl into his hand, turned around and left.

As soon as Murong Hua was about to catch up, she was stopped by someone, and she could only watch helplessly as Xiao Ru disappeared at the intersection of the street.

Yu Wenxiang was drinking with Shangguan Yi when he heard the attendant next to him say that Xiaoru had left the posthouse by herself.He was worried that she would be in danger, but he couldn't get out of this situation for a while.

"His Royal Highness, didn't you specially invite us to celebrate your father's winning a beautiful woman today? Why haven't you let the beautiful woman come out so that we can have a good time?"
Eye? "Yu Wenxiang thought, as long as he saw someone, he could leave earlier.

"The second prince was joking, the beauty will come out soon." Seeing him, Ouyang Qing thought of his trash, and was annoyed again.

After a while, the so-called Princess Qianhe came out, as if she was carved out of the same mold as Xiaoru.

Not only Yu Wenxiang, but even Shangguan Yi was shocked.Although it was Shangguan Yi and Ouyang Qing who decided to find someone pretending to be Xiaoru to marry, but

It's because he didn't want to fight, Ouyang Qing actually made a stand-in who looked like Xiaoru.

Yu Wenxiang was still worried that Xiaoru would be caught by them as soon as he went out?But looking at the woman's behavior, she knew that she must not be Xiaoru.

No matter how gentle Xiaoru is, her movements are not so rigid and casual.

Shangguan Yi picked up his wine glass and proceeded to toast to Ouyang Qing. "Brother Ouyang, you found Princess Qianhe, why didn't you notify me?"

"Brother Shangguan was joking, there is no news about Princess Qianhe yet. However, I will definitely find her." Ouyang Qing's hand on the wine glass tightened and then loosened.

Ouyang Qing glanced at the fake Princess Qianhe.They didn't know that Ouyang Qing only saw Xiaoru's face when the wind blew her hijab away when the person hiding in the snow snatched her away.

But just looking at it from such a distance, he fell in love with the woman with the peculiar lotus totem on her face.

Yu Wenxiang kept looking at Ouyang Qing, knowing his thoughts like the palm of his hand.

(End of this chapter)