While sitting in the carriage traveling on the road to the capital, Simuqiao couldn't control his joy.
Ever since she walked out of the palace gate, she smelled the scent of freedom.
Oh, it's so damn sweet!
The only drawback was that the dog tyrant would not let her lift the curtain of the carriage and look out.
It's said to be a loss of face.
She could only peek out from time to time through the gap in the car curtain.
There were all kinds of noisy and lively sounds coming from outside, full of the smell of fireworks.
There was also the aroma of various snacks wafting into the carriage.
Si Muqiao had clearly eaten breakfast, but after smelling the tempting aroma, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
Forget it, just bear with it!
They can't sit in the carriage forever. There will always be a chance to get off to eat, rest and get some fresh air!
Looking at Murong Qingli who was sitting there upright with his eyes closed and pretending to be asleep, Si Muqiao asked.
"Your Majesty, how long will it take us to reach Guozhou?"
"At this rate, it will probably take about four to five days."
"Oh, oh. Once we're out of the house, isn't it inappropriate for me to call you Your Majesty?"
"Well, it's not appropriate. Does Miss Si have any suggestions?" Murong Qingli opened his eyes, stared at her and asked.
"I think, Your Majesty, your temperament is extraordinary and outstanding, otherwise you can claim to be a young master of a wealthy family and go out to do business."
"As for me, I am the young master's sister, and I am here to accompany my brother on an errand!"
"Sister? Brother?" Murong Qingli repeated these two words with a gloomy face.
I have to say that Simi is really brave.
But no one has ever dared to say this in front of him, the emperor!
What's more, he is several years older than Simian!
"Haha, just kidding!"
Si Muqiao saw that his face looked unhappy, so he smiled awkwardly twice and continued.
"How about we call each other husband and wife?"
"Oh, don't even think about it! Remember, you are my maid who serves me personally. Do you understand?"
"Oh, all right. After that, how should I address His Majesty?"
[Come on, let me guess, will the dog tyrant call himself Huang like what is shown on TV? ]
After hearing Si Muqiao's inner complaints, Murong Qingli silently swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
He still had a cold face and spoke in a cold tone.
"This young master will be safe."
"Master Rong!"
"uh-huh!"
"How about I change my name too?" Si Muqiao thought.
"Just call me Erya." Murong Che said.
“???” Si Muqiao.
Arya? Dog Tyrant, are you serious?
"Erya, from now on, remember your identity and be careful when you speak and act. If you reveal your true identity, I will have someone send you back immediately!"
"Yes, I...I'll remember it." Si Muqiao gritted her teeth and nodded.
Isn't it just a name?
Humph, she doesn't mind!
"Erya, I want to drink tea." Seeing Si Muqiao's angry look, Murong Qingli wanted to tease her even more.
"Yes!" Si Muqiao took out the tea set and kettle and started making tea.
The carriage is very large and has been specially modified. In addition to the added shock-absorbing function, it also has various secret compartments and items.
These include a small stove for making tea and various tea sets.
Si Muqiao sat on the soft cushion, boiled hot water, made tea, and handed it to Murong Qingli.
"Master Rong, have some tea!"
"Do you want to burn me to death?" Murong Qingli narrowed his eyes.
"I'm sorry, it was my negligence. Please wait a moment." Si Muqiao opened the lid of the tea and blew it in small sips.
She was already very beautiful, with fair skin, a slender neck, bright eyes and long eyelashes.
Now with her head slightly lowered, her beautiful profile is clearly visible.
"Your Majesty, it's not hot anymore." Si Muqiao, who had been blowing the tea for a long time, handed the tea in his hand over again.
"How do I know if your saliva flew in?"
"No." Murong Qingli looked disgusted.
"!!!"Si Muqiao.
Why didn't you say you disliked me earlier? You had to wait for me to blow for a long time until my cheeks were sore before you spoke.
Is that intentional?
She resisted the urge to splash the tea on Murong Qingli's face and forced a smile.
"It is my fault for not thinking it through. Please wait a moment."
After changing another teacup, Si Muqiao made another cup of tea, then opened the lid, took out an empty teacup and poured it back and forth.
This time, Murong Qingli finally drank it.
However, after taking a sip, he said with disdain: "The tea is not clear, but there are so many broken dregs, and the taste is not mellow and sweet. Such good tea leaves are wasted in vain."
"If you can, come and pick me up!" Si Muqiao finally couldn't help it and retorted.
Feeling that her tone seemed a bit bad, she tried to save her dignity.
"It's better for me to learn from you so that I can make better tea in the future."
"Well, just wait and see." Murong Qingli was not angry. He leaned forward and started to make tea.
Although Si Muqiao was very angry, she felt that he was not a human being and was deliberately torturing her.
But when Murong Qingli stretched out his slender and beautiful fingers, pinched the teacup and started to make tea, she became fascinated again.
It turns out that making tea is really an art.
It is especially enjoyable when someone who is particularly pleasing to the eye does this.
Si Muqiao watched with great interest and especially wanted to take a picture of Murong Qingli's actions at that moment.
Unfortunately, she doesn’t have a claw machine!
"Come, Erya, try it!" After brewing the tea, Murong Qingli took the lead in pouring a cup for Si Muqiao.
Si Muqiao didn't hesitate to blew on the teacup, then took a sip.
Okay, although the dog tyrant is not a human being, the tea he brews is indeed beautiful and delicious.
"Master, you are awesome!"
The facts were before his eyes, and Si Muqiao didn't bother to tell lies, so he started to praise him.
"uh-huh!"
"Can I have another drink?" After finishing her drink, she asked for a refill without hesitation.
Seeing that the dog tyrant whom he had secretly criticized actually helped her refill her cup, Si Muqiao forgot all the unhappiness he had felt before.
She took the initiative to say: "How can we have tea without some snacks?"
"Master, please wait."
After saying that, she took out the various snacks she brought with her when she went out.
Pork jerky, preserved fruits, hot and sour chicken feet, plum-shaped snacks, mung bean cakes, melon seeds...
The other snacks were pretty normal, except for the spicy and sour chicken feet, which had a very overbearing taste.
Murong Qingli couldn't help but look at the spicy and sour chicken feet and asked.
"This is?"
"Chicken feet! Spicy and sour chicken feet, very delicious, try it!" Si Muqiao handed one over generously.
"Nonsense, how can you eat this kind of thing! I won't eat it!" Murong Qingli frowned slightly.
"This thing is really delicious. If you don't believe me, try it!" Si Muqiao recommended it while holding a chicken claw and handing it to Murong Qingli.
"Take it away! I would rather die than eat this! You are not allowed to eat it either!"
After saying that, Murong Qingli, with a gloomy face, reached out and knocked the chicken feet that she handed over to the ground in the carriage.
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