Chapter 347

Even the clean spoon in Li Shiyuan's bowl hasn't been used. It's always used by Mu Cen.

Mu Cen looked at it, but she was more and more embarrassed. Finally, she coughed and didn't look at Li Shiyuan any more. Until Li Shiyuan finished eating, they got on the horse again and rode towards the market.

This time, Li Shiyuan carefully put on Mu Cen's mask.

After all, the markets in Kyoto are no more dangerous than those in the suburbs.

This is the only way for them to survive in such a dangerous place.

They cherish each other.

The annual Tanabata Festival is very lively.

The streets of Kyoto are full of masked people, but even through the mask, you can feel the shy but full of brilliant mood.

Li Shiyuan and Mu Cen never let go of their hands.

In Mu Cen's heart, the nature of the little girl was exposed in an instant. Looking at everything in the market, she seemed to be interested in everything.

It's clear that anything Mu Cen owns is more valuable and rare than the things here, but it doesn't make Mu Cen happy as these common gadgets.

She strolled around the stall, and from time to time picked up her favorite small object and made a gesture: "Hey, do you think this is good?"

It's a pair of hairpins. Before that, the material was very cheap, but the butterfly on it looked very smart, so people couldn't help but look at it more.

"Like it?" Asked Li Shiyuan

"I like it." Mu Cen nodded.

Li Shiyuan naturally took Mu Cen's hairpin and put it directly in front of the shop owner to inquire about the price. The boss said the price with a smile, which was reasonable.

Li Shiyuan was not ambiguous at all and paid the money quickly.

Then the hairpin was already in Mu Cen's hands: "here you are."

Mu Cen happily took it over and looked left and right. He was really happy. Then he took up the hairpin and handed it to Li Shiyuan: "help me put it on."

A cheerful voice.

Li Shiyuan also did not refuse, seriously help Mu Cen put on.

The cheap hairpin goes against Mu Cen's clothes, but it doesn't affect Mu Cen's good mood at all. Li Shiyuan goes along with Mu Cen's preference, with a faint smile in his eyes.

Two people holding hands, quietly walking in the market.

The market is full of people. Li Shiyuan carefully keeps Mu Cen in his arms to prevent the crowd from bumping into him. As long as he likes the stalls where Mu Cen stayed, Li Shiyuan will buy them. After a while, Mu Cen has many small things in his hand.

A happy face.

"It's like I've never seen you smile so happily before." Li Shiyuan was quiet and suddenly opened his mouth.

Mu Cen hum a voice: "when I was a child, I had it. When I went back to King Mu's house, I really didn't have it."

"After entering the palace!" Li Shiyuan asked again.

"Now, can you stop asking such a disappointing question?" Mu Cen turns around and looks at the man with some dissatisfaction.

Li Shiyuan low smile, and finally did not say anything, pinched the tip of Mu Cen's nose, Mu Cen some angry, quickly looked around, see no one noticed them, immediately stood on tiptoe, ruthlessly bit on Li Shiyuan's thin lip.

Thin lips slightly see blood.

Li Shiyuan didn't say anything. He looked at Mu Cen with a smile and wiped his finger on his thin lips. Then he watched Mu Cen walk into the next booth and shook his head helplessly.

But Li Shiyuan was very clear in his heart that he did not know when he would be able to hold hands like this except today.

He lowered his eyes, said nothing, and then followed Mu Cen quietly.

Mu Cen has gained a lot in a day.

But I've been out in the morning. At noon, Li Shiyuan took Mu Cen to the teahouse. The shopkeeper welcomed me. Li Shiyuan whispered a few words. The shopkeeper suddenly realized that he took them to the private room.

They had an hour's rest in the private room and had lunch.

Mu CEN is not anxious to leave, so lying outside the window, the traffic outside, some lazy.

"Where else do you want to go?" Li Shiyuan asked.

Mu Cen shook his head: "it's a little sour, I don't want to move. I've been shopping in the morning. Now there are people below. I'm afraid I don't even have a place to settle down. No more

She refused.

It's not just that Muchen is tired of crowded places.

Also because of Mu Cen's subconscious vigilance, in a crowded place, if something happens, it's too late to escape, so subconsciously, Mu Cen resists.

It's just that Mu Cen didn't say it.

Li Shiyuan picked eyebrows and asked calmly: "where are the feet sour?"

Mu CEN is not polite, compared with the calf position. It's impossible to come down from the temple without feeling. I haven't been in such trouble for a long time, and I'm still not quite used to it.

Li Shiyuan made a sound and sat down opposite Mu Cen. He gently raised Mu Cen's foot and put it on his body.

Mu Cen a Leng: "what are you doing?"

"Squeeze it for you." Li Shiyuan spoke faintly.

Mu Cen quietly looked at Li Shiyuan, some can't believe what he heard. Anyway, Li Shiyuan is a prince and has never condescended to do such a thing for others.

On weekdays, it's all the slaves who serve Li Shiyuan. When is Li Shiyuan's turn to serve others.

Subconsciously, Mu Cen wants to take his feet back.

But Li Shiyuan grabbed it and didn't give Mu Cen such a chance. He took off Mu Cen's shoes, lifted up his skirt and took off Mu Cen's socks.

Mu Cen's foot still couldn't help shrinking.

Being close to this person doesn't mean that you can be calm and self-confident even if you are held by this person in broad daylight.

Compared with Mu Cen's indecision, Li Shiyuan seems more quiet: "what to hide, it's not like I haven't seen it."

And his palm slightly transport power, warm temperature, just the right strength, to a large extent eased Mu Cen's pain.

Just such a move, still a little shy.

Mu Cen coughed softly, and finally he didn't look at the man, just looked out of the window.

But Li Shiyuan's face is always as usual, quietly repeat the action in the hand, until his fingertips feel Mu Cen's calf gradually relaxed, he just stopped.

But Li Shiyuan didn't rush to loosen Mu Cen's hand, put on Mu Cen's socks and shoes again, and then put down his skirt.

Everything was quietly restored to the original.

When Li Shiyuan looked up, Mu Cen, who had been looking out of the window, suddenly came over. Li Shiyuan looked at Mu Cen silently, as if he was waiting for mu Cen to speak.

Mu Cen calmed down and said, "according to the tradition of Da Zhou, if a girl's ankle is seen by a man, she wants to marry home."

"Are you going to marry?" Li Shiyuan asked.