For example, what does the young master want to do for men's clothing?

For example, the man forgot to bring his clothes when he went out.

Then, for example, what color does the young master want?

At this time, Shen Qingci still followed Luo Henglu's back. The piece of fabric missing on Luo Henglu's clothes was now covered by her. Although her facial features were still delicate and beautiful, she looked like a small village girl when she dressed up like this. In addition, she had been in the box for several hours, and no matter how good the clothes were, they were wrinkled.

Although it doesn't look like pickles, it's all like a piece of ginger. With the dust along the way and the wind and veil in the sky, she also feels a little dusty. If she returns to the capital in this way, I think she will become famous again in the capital tomorrow.

Changqing and the others were very quick to move. They deserved to be the ones who had followed Luo Henglu for a long time. After Luo Henglu and Shen Qingci entered, they had already arranged the guest rooms. Although this inn is already the best inn in the local area, it is still not comparable to those in the capital, and of course it cannot be compared with the Shuo Palace. But it is good that it is still clean, and the shopkeepers are all cognitive people. They don’t look at them or ask more questions. They just took the money and prepared what they used.

Luo Henglu took Shen Qing to the guest room above the building. Shen Qingci had not gone out. When she was in the other courtyard in the mansion, she had even taken a carriage and of course she had stayed in the inn. She was a little more particular. Even the quilts in the inn had to be replaced by her own.

But this time, she knew that she was not here for an outing, and of course she didn't come to relax. She used to control the water in the past, and now she has calculated it. It will only make it harder and harder to walk, and the harder it will be. When she decided to come, she already knew what she had to face, so the first thing she had to do was to get rid of this problem.

Perhaps the more particular I have been spoiled by my family in recent years, sometimes I can be particular, but sometimes I can't.

The door of the inn is open, and it is still good to get inside. It is cleaned very clean. Of course, there are not many things in the guest room, just a square table and four chairs, and there is a set of tea sets on the table.

Not long after, a waiter brought a large pot of tea for them to drink.

As for the water they want to use for bathing, it is still burning in the kitchen and will be delivered soon.

"I'm thirsty," Shen Qingci had already sat on the chair and looked at the pot of tea. In fact, she was not only thirsty, but also very hungry. So now even pickles and steamed buns, she can accept love and let her eat anything. Anyway, she is not picky at all, and she also has to eat all those things.

"These teas are very thick, are you sure you can drink them?"

Luo Henglu took the pot and poured a cup. If he was traveling by himself, he would naturally have his own way of doing things. However, this time it was extraordinary. He used to save disasters and also helped his life. Naturally, it could be simple and tight. If it weren't for her here, they might be rushing to go now, and they would find a place at any time and spend the night.

It’s not that he ignored her, but it was difficult to go along the way. If he couldn’t even pass this, he would have to pack her back to Beijing. If not, he would just throw her to Shen Dingshan, which would be safer.

As soon as the cup in his hand was full, one hand reached over and snatched it from his hand.

Shen Qingci shook the cup in her hand, and she put the cup to her lips and took a sip.

"Yeah, it's okay, it's sloppy."

She drank several sips in a row, and this was how she drank the cup of tea.

Then she placed the cup in front of Luo Hengou.

"I want it?" Luo Henglu raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah," Shen Qingci nodded. In fact, she was just telling Luo Hengli that since she had come out, it was impossible to be very particular and picky everywhere. Luo Hengli thought she was raised in the middle of Beijing, so she had to be the best in everything. These bitternesses were not enough, but no one knew that she had suffered all her life. Not to mention such tea, she had drunk even the rainwater in the world.

Along the way, the thousands of sails of that life passed by, even if it was a cup of bitter tea, if there was a trace of warmth, it would be joyful.

Luo Hengli poured another cup of Shen Qingci. The tea leaves were just some residues, which was not considered good. However, if they were to drink, it was much stronger than the rain. The cold rain water had cut her throat many times, and the pain she had grabbed the rain water and stuffed it into her mouth one by one.

So having this cup of tea is a good thing.

She held the teacup and drank in small sips. She also sat aside, gently shaking her feet from time to time, and took the time to look at the inn for a long time.

There is a small window that is not big, but the ventilation should be good. The table is made of thick wood, which can be seen. It has been used for some time, but there is no excessive material on it, so it should be quite clean, as for the tea cup.

She shook the teacup in her hand. The old man said that she was not sick after eating it, and she did not smell the smell of ingredients in the tea leaves, so in short, she still felt it was not bad.

Not long after, Changqing came over. In addition to sending a few sets of small men's clothing, he also brought a wooden box, which was some food he bought. Naturally, it was not comparable to Beijing Zhong, and it was also simple Japanese side dishes, but the dishes were OK.

The dishes are placed on the table, with four side dishes, most of which are vegetarian dishes, and there is also a meat dish.

Shen Qingci was also hungry for a long time, so she picked up the chopsticks and started eating. Perhaps it was because she was too hungry, so everything she ate now was delicious. Even if she gave her a bone, she felt it was delicious.

Changqing stood on one side and his chin was about to fall off.

Tell him that such a tough woman who holds steamed buns in one hand and ignores her image is the princess of their family who is called Leng Meiren?

Is it the daughter of the Duke of Wei who pays too much money to pay attention to everything? Even in front of the emperor, is Shen Qingci who is competing for a second? But why does this style of painting be? It must be that his opening posture is wrong, right?

Shen Qingci raised his face and swept his squinting eyes gently.

Her eyes, her expression, her movements, everywhere, at any time, always contain a sentence.

That's...

idiot.
Chapter completed!