"Second Young Master, these are the bamboo shoots I dug up in the bamboo forest this morning. Take them home and eat them."
"This is the fruit wine I brewed. It's fragrant, sweet, and not intoxicating. Take it back and let Mr. Qin and General Rong have a taste..."
"And mine, mine..."
Soon, several people were surrounded and unable to move, and people kept putting things in their hands.
Several bags of pastries were stuffed into Rong Chaoxi's arms, covering half of the little guy's face.
Once everyone had delivered their belongings, the streets returned to calm.
Several people looked at each other.
"Third Prince, hurry up... give me what you have in your hand." Qin Zhan said hurriedly when he saw Han Qinmo who was about to be drowned.
How can we let His Royal Highness the Prince move so many things?
"No, I can..." Han Qinmo refused.
Noticing Rong Chaoxi's gaze, he freed one hand with difficulty and handed her the bag of malt candy in his hand, then put everything in her hand in front of himself so that the little girl could eat well.
"Mistress is the best." Rong Chaoxi smiled at Han Qinmo.
Han Qinmo also smiled at Chaoxi with a doting look on his face.
Qin Zhan looked at the interaction between the two with a look of shock on his face.
Is the relationship between my little cousin and the Third Prince so good? They even call her "Xiao San"?
This is a title that only the emperor, empress and queen mother can call!
Moreover, he vaguely heard the Third Prince calling his cousin "Big Brother", and his cousin responded! ?
What happened in the past two years that I was away from Kyoto?
Is my uncle's status rising rapidly again?
Can his children be on par with the prince?
While they were daydreaming, they had already returned to the Qin Mansion with the "good intentions" of the people.
…
Inside the pavilion.
When packing snacks for Rong Chaoxi and Rong Yuanyou, I found a lot of strange things in the "good intentions".
"Why does anyone give a marriage certificate?"
"What is this?" Rong Yuanyou picked up a long wooden box.
The box is only three fingers wide and cannot hold food or vegetables.
Rong Yuanyou opened it curiously.
"Wait!" Rong Chaoxi shouted.
But it was still a step too late, Rong Yuanyou had already opened a crack.
With a "bang", a pungent yellow smoke floated out of the box and spread at an extremely fast speed, spreading to the surroundings.
In the pavilion, the plants that the yellow smoke touched withered immediately.
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