Eighty-fifth bowl of soup (eight)

"Look at you, but I asked you to come out to accompany me to stroll around. From the beginning to now, I have a stinking face. Believe it or not to leave you alone?"

Qinghuan's threat was very effective, because S immediately smiled at her. Although it was just a fake smile with the corners of his mouth rising up, he could no longer fake a smile, but at any rate he made a conscious "laugh" expression, which was enough for Qing Huan. She stood on tiptoe and touched S, who was a head taller than her. She was already very tall, and S was even taller and long in legs. Standing in the crowd, she looked particularly eye-catching.

"Don't be in a bad mood, you didn't suffer, did you?"

S still looked at her uncomfortably, while keeping a "laugh" at the corner of his mouth. Did he not suffer? In order to have the food she cooked by herself every day for the next three days, how far has he backed down? The high priest came out to go shopping... Tell me about this kind of thing and ask who can believe in the holy religion? He just laughed off people's big teeth. Why did he give up so many unfinished books for a few meals, and walked stupidly on the street to receive countless weird looks? !

Qing Huan tugged at his sleeve: "I heard that one of the cakes here is very good, don't you want to try it?"

There are many chefs in the sacred church, and he didn't want to taste it, let alone the things made by people outside.

S's noncommittal appearance was directly regarded as a default by Qinghuan. She counted the money in her skirt pockets, and dragged her reluctant S into the cake shop. For her, the cake shop that exudes a sweet and attractive atmosphere is extremely uncomfortable for S. He stood inside, restless, and kept urging to buy happily, and then he could leave after buying.

Qinghuan’s head hurts when he is urged by him. She feels that S also looks scary. In fact, she has the same temperament as a child, but is self-willed and ignorant. She doesn’t know how to be grateful when she wants this or that. However, she quickly bought it and took him out, and saw S rubbing her eyebrows with a headache, and looking at her like an adult or a child: "Can you be as mature as I am."

"???" He is also qualified to say this? ? Who is the person who pesters her for supper every night? Who is the person who promised her a shrine that would not leave for hundreds of years for a little bit of food? Is this person embarrassed to talk about her?

Qing Huan endured it, but didn't care about it with the children, and took out a puff: "Would you like to eat it?"

S opened his mouth, he can't use chopsticks, he has long been used to feeding by Qinghuan. He bent down slightly, grabbed the puff that Qinghuan had brought to his mouth, took a bite, and the sweet cream inside stayed out. He swallowed the whole one, expressionlessly: "General."

Qing Huan also ate one, but she thought it was delicious, although it didn't surprise her much. "Make you goat's milk soup at night."

"Don't have red beans." The reaction was quick this time.

Qing laughed hard to look up: "I listen to you."

She has a good attitude, which makes S feel a lot more comfortable, and is more willing to walk around behind her, although he doesn't think there is anything to go around in this busy city. There are many people, poor air quality, and noisy. Children ran around, adults looked unpleasant, and there were still a few people in the alley robbing an old woman... The world was so smoky and filthy, it was annoying to look at it.

Because of this, S’s face is getting worse and worse. He just doesn’t like such a place to stay in the temple. He decides what it looks like, whether it’s day or night, happy or deserted, lonely or lively, everything The dominant power is in his hands.

I really don't know what's good in such a place, this woman is actually shopping with relish. S glanced at Huan, then looked at the hands between the two of them. There was always someone else fearing him, even Envy didn't dare to touch him like that. This woman is good, not only dared to touch his head and pinch his face, but also dare to hold his hand. Is he her son? This attitude... is really maddening.

The two went to a restaurant and heard that the beef short ribs here are really good, which can be said to be a must. Qing Huan saw it in the latest edition of the "Mainland Food Book" in the temple. The pictures above made people move their index fingers. I don't know if they can get the number today. The most important thing is that the beef short ribs in this restaurant are all fried until they are fully cooked. Except for specific needs, there will never be a **** situation that is cut with one cut.

How low is her request.

Fortunately, they got a seat as soon as they arrived, and it was also in the corner of the second floor by the window, with excellent views. The waiter in formal attire was very polite, and Qing Huan smiled at him without hesitation. There are moving piano music flowing in the restaurant, young men in tuxedos wearing white gloves, playing beautiful and moving music on the stage in the lobby on the first floor. The sound of music was flowing in the restaurant, the gentlemen and ladies were talking quietly, and many people were dancing on the dance floor.

The environment here seems a little better than the outside—but only a little bit.

After waiting for a while, suddenly there was a noise from downstairs, Qinghuan stretched out her head curiously, and S was particularly unhappy with her curiosity. "It's rude, sit down."

Qing Huan didn't listen to him, she would selectively show fear and anxiety in front of S, but most of the time she did her own way, such as at this moment. "That person is wearing a golden robe, he seems to have a lot of background, is he from your sacred religion?"

Wen Yan S also leaned forward and took a look, then sat back nonchalantly: "Royal family."

Royal family, Qing Huan is the first time to see them.

The visitor is a man in a golden robe. He looks like he is twenty-seven or eighteen years old. He is handsome, but his eyes are dark and he walks and flutters. At first glance, he is over-indulgent. Reading with S this way, he has dark eyes in the middle of the night. Is completely different. Behind him were two guards, both armed with weapons, and the battle was very large. Everyone was required to kneel when he came in, and he grabbed a woman from the dance floor.

The woman was very beautiful, blonde and blue-eyed, she had a bumpy figure. At the moment, she was caught by a man and was struggling with fear. It seemed that her husband was following her. Seeing that his wife was caught, not only did not resist, but the first time she saw her being caught. Kneeled down: "His Royal Highness! See Your Highness!"

The man's hand touched the woman's face obsessively, as if he wanted to reach the woman's neckline in front of everyone. Qing Huan frowned slightly, and the whole restaurant was silent. "Who is that person?" she asked in a low voice.

"The only son of the king's idiot, the only idiot prince on this continent."

Not only is he as stupid as a pig, but he is also cruel and violent. Unfortunately, his brain can't support his whimsical and ridiculous ideas.

Qing Huan asked: "He is usually like this... casual?" Seeing that beautiful women are robbing them no matter what their status is?

S is not familiar with the idiot prince, but he knows everything that happens in this country: "What about it, he can even defile his own sister's daughter."

Qinghuan had a bad first impression of the idiot prince, and she was upset when she heard this. S saw her expression change and seemed to be angry, and continued: "This person has repeated temperaments and likes to torture people, especially women. Once a maid in the palace accidentally hit him, he died. People peeled off the maid’s skin alive and put it on an old woman. The beautiful name is rejuvenation."

It's just that no matter how beautiful the skin is, the old woman with gray hair and hunched back will not have the slightest sense of beauty. On the contrary, it is extremely terrifying. The idiot prince disagreed, and even laughed.

That woman naturally didn't want to be looked at by the prince. A woman who was a prince would never have a good end! This person is extremely possessive, and others he doesn't want can't. If he gets tired, he will peel off the woman's face and make a specimen, and put it in a special room for appreciation.

But her struggle was useless, and her husband looked miserably, but did not dare to resist, let alone speak for his wife. Because the woman was struggling so hard, the husband even yelled at her: "You stupid woman! Your Royal Highness is your blessing! Your Royal Highness is your blessing! Why not obediently kneel down and thank Your Highness for favor!"

S looked at him coldly, "It's a ruthless human being."

Qinghuan watched the prince put the woman in her arms and dragged her away. The woman turned down in tears, and struggling to bite the prince. The man who was still fascinated the previous second pulled out the treasured sword on his waist in an instant, and the woman's head suddenly fell to the ground, her beautiful blue eyes still wide open.

When the husband saw this scene, his eyes were cracked. He tremblingly took his wife's head up. It was hard to believe that they were still dancing in love on the dance floor the moment before, and now they are separated forever. He clenched his fists, "I did it with you—"

"Stupid," S said.

Then the husband also fell to the ground. His Royal Highness glanced at the corpses of their couple with disgust: "Drag them to me to feed the dogs! One or two are ignorant things! If someone collects their corpses, they will chop them together!"

"Yes!"

Now Qinghuan understands why Elsa and Shaw are determined to overthrow the royal family. If the prince is like this, how can the king as the father be better? What kind of life do the subjects on this continent live? The couple's clothes are exquisite, and it can be seen that they should be people of status. But even so, when his wife was favored by the prince, the husband chose to remain silent and not resist. Perhaps he knew that if he resisted, he would end up now.

It's disgusting.

The prince circled the crowd a few more times. He ordered everyone not to move, and he went through the crowd. When he saw a woman, he had to hold his chin and look carefully. If he looked good enough, he asked the guards to take the woman. go.

Like the man before, no one dared to resist, and no one dared to speak out.

They endured all this silently, desperately, and habitually.