Back and forth: I brought supplies to help the impoverished prince

Chapter 130 The Possibility of Renting a House

Not long after they walked away, Qingyu came over in a carriage.

"It's not far, why don't we walk back?" Qiao Shinian looked at the carriage and felt it was a bit troublesome.

Mu Qingchen still got in the car and said, "It's hot, let's avoid the heat."

Qiao Shinian didn't want to insist on her own opinion any longer. She personally thought that it was more stuffy inside the carriage.

Who knew that when I got in the car, it would feel a little chilly inside.

"This...is it iced?" Qiao Shinian asked hesitantly, because she couldn't think of how to cool down the stuffy space in this era without electrical appliances.

Mu Qingchen nodded, looking at Qiao Shinian's shocked expression, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

"Luxury! It turns out that rich people are different from us." Qiao Shinian lowered his head and looked around for Bing.

"In the secret compartment." Mu Qingchen looked at Qiao Shinian's actions and couldn't help asking, "How do you avoid the heat at home?"

"Ah? Me? Wen Jiu and I hardly stepped out of the house at noon, because the straw mat was also very hot, so he and I basically lay on the ground. At night, um..." Qiao Shinian looked at Mu Qingchen and continued, "It's the pool you used before. We would go there to soak at night and come back in the second half of the night."

Mu Qingchen shook his head and asked, "What I want to ask is about you in your own home, before you followed the Thirteenth Prince."

Qiao Shinian laughed and hesitated to speak, and finally said, "It's not convenient to talk about it."

"Yeah." Seeing Qiao Shinian's eyes light up but his guilty and evasive expression, Mu Qingchen was a little curious, "Why did you follow the Thirteenth Prince?"

"The bond of fate, we are destined to be entangled together until our destiny is gone." Qiao Shinian spoke the lines in a very childish way. After she finished speaking, she saw Mu Qingchen frowning, so she added: "Ahem, seriously, this is very complicated to explain, and I'm not sure if I can explain it clearly in words that you can understand, so although the words just now were childish, I think it is a very appropriate description."

When he returned to Prince Xian's Mansion, Qiao Shinian lay down on the table comfortably, and then sat up immediately.

"It's okay, just do it the way you are used to. You don't have to be too particular with me." Seeing Qiao Shinian sitting upright, Mu Qingchen said with a smile.

Qiao Shinian nodded, but did not make any move to get married.

Mu Qingchen handed Qiao Shinian a cup of cooling tea and asked again, "Is the Thirteenth Prince important to you? You left your hometown and came all the way here for him."

Qiao Shinian took the tea and drank it all in one gulp. The small cup couldn't hold much. After she finished, she propped up her head and shrugged: "It's okay. I didn't leave my hometown that much."

I can go back once every three months and have a big meal.

"Let's talk about Wen Jiu. He is a poor child who is not loved by his parents. I actually hated him at the beginning. You don't know that he sold me to a brothel at the beginning. I was so scared that I didn't dare to eat, drink or sleep for several days.

But later, after I made a pact with him, although I felt a little uncomfortable, the discomfort gradually disappeared after a long time. Especially since he almost died because of me, I forgave him. "

Qiao Shinian sighed, somewhat helplessly, "I think he and I have a symbiotic relationship. I've been with him for a long time, and I've taught him a lot about my hometown. He can also understand my ideas and reflect on this society.

Finally, he and I have a common goal. When his goal is achieved, my ideal can also be realized with his strength. "

Mu Qingchen didn't quite understand what he said, so he asked, "What if he regrets it halfway? What will you do then?"

"Just leave him and never come back!" Qiao Shinian said this firmly, then softened his tone: "No one can predict what will happen in the future. I can only make sure that I don't regret it now. Even if he and I part ways in the future, it can only be said that he has made new choices and his philosophy is no longer the same as mine."

Mu Qingchen's eyes were full of surprise. He said puzzledly: "You have such a reason, you don't seem like someone who has never been to school."

Qiao Shinian realized that she seemed to have said too much. She chuckled and said, "Well, I like to say some chicken soup to comfort myself and others. In fact, it is not very practical and can only provide psychological comfort."

Facing Qiao Shinian's pretentious look, Mu Qingchen did not expose him. He praised: "Your words make sense. They give people new insights."

"Really?" Qiao Shinian smiled.

'You are in a high position. Try to feel yourself in a lower position. These inspirational quotes can only serve as psychological comfort. They are totally useless.

Oh, no, it’s a problem of this era, the scarcity of resources and education, the lack of practice and lessons from predecessors, so any words that make sense seem to make sense.

In that case... bring some military books to Wen Jiu in the future? Bring some books on the mind of an emperor or something?

There may be military books written about the emperor's mind, but it is impossible for an emperor to write down his experience personally and pass it on to his son, asking his son to follow it in the future. He would let the son he favors experience and practice it personally.

Given Wen Jiu's situation, the old emperor would definitely not give him much guidance.'

Seeing Qiao Shinian in a daze, Mu Qingchen did not disturb her, but silently poured her another cup of herbal tea.

"Can I call you Shi Nian from now on?"

"Oh, sure." Qiao Shinian nodded blankly, still thinking about what books to bring for Wen Jiu. It would take several batches to bring a complete book.

Thinking about it, she remembered what her father told her: Don't put all your eggs in one basket. If Wen Jiu couldn't get out, she had to get out.

So where should she live? It has to be safe. There doesn't seem to be many residents next to the palace. If she encounters danger, how long will it take her to run to the palace for help?

The Xianwang Mansion is the residence of a prince after all, so wouldn’t the rent for houses nearby be too expensive?

Thinking of this, Qiao Shinian had an idea in her mind. She looked at Mu Qingchen expectantly and nervously. Seeing his elegant and dignified manner and the furnishings in the hall, the excitement in her eyes disappeared instantly.

"What's wrong? Shi Nian." When Mu Qingchen called out these two words, his hands couldn't help but clench the cup, and the tips of his ears suddenly became hot and red again.

Qiao Shinian was a little stunned and asked uncertainly: "What did you call me just now?"

"Shinian." Mu Qingchen spoke again, his voice a little low.

Qiao Shinian recalled the conversation just now and said quickly, "Well, let's call each other in private. I'll call you Mu Qingchen in private, and I'll call you Prince when there are outsiders around. If you call me Shinian in front of others, I'm afraid I won't live long."

"Since you have such concerns, then... it's up to you." Mu Qingchen lowered his eyes slightly, "What did you want to say just now? We are friends, just say it. If it's not appropriate, I will tell you."

Qiao Shinian thought for a long time and said tentatively: "If, I mean if! You have an extra room...if...if you want to rent one out, how much would you charge?"

After saying this, Qiao Shinian was so embarrassed that he wanted to crawl into the ground.

What if!

Which prince would rent out rooms in his mansion!

She wanted to take back what she had just said. Didn't she just say, 'Can you rent me a room in your house?'