Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet

The next day, after they packed their luggage, they boarded the carriage and headed for Beichuan, while Aqiu stayed in the courtyard to guard.

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Standing on the street, Sheng Nanchen saw the mother and son getting into the carriage from a distance, and confirmed his thoughts, Wen Jian's child was indeed Ji Xubai's child.

"Lin Wei, don't you think she looks a lot like Chi Yun..."

Lin Wei didn't expect the emperor to suddenly mention the empress who had passed away for four years, but he had been with the emperor for many years, and he knew that since the empress left, the emperor had never married a concubine again. He knew that the emperor still missed the empress in his heart. Now when he heard the emperor mentioning the empress suddenly, he was stunned for a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "Subordinate...subordinate can't see clearly..."

"It's like this every time Chi Yun laughs. Chi Yun..." Cheng Nanchen suddenly lowered his head and smiled softly.

Even he himself didn't know what he was laughing at.

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"Brother, you take this." Not long after getting off the steed, Wen Youyi quickly handed the hand warmer to Sheng Qianmo.

Others don't know, but he has been with Sheng Qianmo day and night for four years, and he knows that he suffered from a cold as early as three years ago. At that time, Sheng Qianmo was always in pain, but there was never a doctor who could help him treat it. Zhizhi, so that whole winter, he carried it so abruptly.

People have carried it over, but it also caused the root cause of the disease. From then on, every winter, Cheng Qianmo, a northerner, was extremely afraid of the severe cold. The colder it was, the more likely he would suffer from cold illness.

Because of this, Wen Youyi also prepared a lot of winter supplies in advance when he came to Beichuan, for fear that Sheng Qianmo would have a cold attack.

Sheng Qianmo took the hand warmer and warmed his hands for a while, then returned the stove to Wen Youyi.

After entering the city, he saw the Changge Commercial Firm. The storefront of the firm was bigger than before, but he didn't see the person he wanted to see.

Not long after, Bei'er and Ruwei also dismounted.

If you haven't looked at this classical and beautiful Beichuan street like a landscape painting, you will be very surprised: "This place is really beautiful."

"If I remember well, this place used to be the territory of the Qing Kingdom, and it was later taken over by the Southern Dynasty, right?" Bei Er said turning his head to look at Sheng Qianmo.

Sheng Qianmo nodded, "Yes."

"Brother Qianmo, do you know any interesting places here? Let's go and have a look."

Sheng Qianmo said lightly, "I don't know either."

Bei Er had inquired about it in advance, and said with a smile: "I have heard of several good places, which are most suitable for viewing on such a day. However, after such a long journey, we still find an inn to rest Rest and go out to play tomorrow."

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After staying in the inn, Sheng Qianmo didn't rest. He opened the window and quietly overlooked the bustling market downstairs.

Will she still be here?

Sheng Qianmo came to this street, walked straight forward from this street, reached the end, turned left, and it was Heng Mansion.

He remembered that in the past when he bought a house next to Heng's Mansion when he was a child, he would stand by the courtyard wall at night and throw paper cranes at her window, making her unable to sleep due to the noise, insisting that she see him.

Sheng Qianmo smiled, lowered his head again, and took a sip of tea with a calm expression.

As if this is just a city.

There are countless people in the city, and everyone has nothing to do with him.

But this is Beichuan, where he and his little girl separated four years ago.

The strong undercurrent of longing in my heart was forcibly crushed, as if I was swallowing coals, as if I wanted to turn that longing into ashes.