Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

Chapter 717 Su Wuming 16

Su Wuming also sniffed it and said thoughtfully, "Indeed, this fragrance is not the ordinary stench of a corpse. Instead... it is somewhat like the fragrance of some flowers."

"It's been several days, and this fragrance still lingers. It's really strange." Chu Huan stood up, gently patted the dust off the hem of her skirt, and frowned.

"It would be great if modern perfumes had this kind of lasting fragrance." Chu Hua held her chin up, her mind drifting away. She imagined the perfume advertisements she endorsed sweeping the entire 21st century, becoming a hit, and reaching the peak of her life...

"Chu Hua?" Su Wuming's voice pulled Chu Hua back to reality from his fantasy. He looked at the unpredictable expression on Chu Hua's face, frowning for a while and grinning for a while, and couldn't help but feel curious.

Chu Hua came back to her senses and coughed lightly to cover up, "Ah, nothing, I was just wondering what this fragrance was."

There was nothing wrong with this fragrance at first, but after smelling it for a long time, I felt something was wrong. I always felt that there was a hint of sweet and fishy smell hidden in it, which made people feel uneasy.

Su Wuming led Chu Hua all the way to the East Market. Chu Hua looked around curiously. There were shops on both sides of the street, hawking sounds came one after another, and the vendors were shouting hard. There were all kinds of rare treasures, dazzling the eyes.

Chu Huan was so engrossed in watching that she almost bumped into Su Wuming in front of her.

"Girl, be careful." Su Wuming quickly grabbed Chu Hua's arm and held her steadily.

Chu Hua finally came back to her senses, her pretty face slightly reddened, and she lowered her head in embarrassment.

"Thank you sir."

"It's okay, you're welcome, young lady."

"Ahem, let's go find some spices first." Chu Hua coughed lightly to cover up her previous gaffe, but there was still a trace of blush on her cheeks, like the first blooming peach blossoms in spring.

Su Wuming looked at her like this and felt something in his heart. He just thought that this girl was really adorable.

The East Market is indeed the most prosperous commercial district in Chang'an City. Various spice shops are lined up one after another, and the air is filled with all kinds of exotic fragrances, which are dazzling.

Chu Huan was like a happy little butterfly, shuttling between the shops, occasionally getting close to smell this, touch that, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Su Wuming followed behind her, and seeing her excited look, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly rise.

"Boss, do you have a fragrance that smells like flowers, but with a little...fishy smell?" Chu Huan stopped in front of a spice shop and asked a fat boss.

The boss looked Chu Hua up and down, with a shrewd look in his eyes: "Girl, this taste is really unique, most people can't stand this fishy smell. However, I do have such a spice, which came from the Western Regions, called 'Blood Epiphyllum', would you like to smell it, girl?"

Blood Epiphyllum? This name sounds very strange. Chu Hua muttered to herself, but still nodded.

"Take it and smell it."

The boss took out a small porcelain bottle from the counter, opened the cork, and a strong fragrance filled the air.

But this is not the same fragrance as Dou Cong, it is far from it.

The fragrance on Dou Cong's body was lighter and more eerie, like the scent of flowers mixed with a faint smell of blood, while the fragrance of this "Blood Epiphyllum" was too strong and pungent, with only the sweet smell of powder, without that disturbing fishy smell.

"Not this." Chu Huan shook her head and returned the porcelain bottle to the boss.

The boss took back the porcelain bottle with a look of disappointment, muttering, "Young people nowadays have increasingly weird tastes..."

Chu Hua ignored the boss's complaints and continued to search in the store. Su Wuming followed her silently, with a doting smile in his eyes.

As the sun set, Chang'an City was shrouded in a golden afterglow. Chu Huan dragged her tired body and sat down on the stone steps by the roadside, like a deflated ball.

"I'm so tired! Where can I find these damn spices?" She rubbed her sore calves and couldn't help complaining.

Su Wuming sat down beside her and handed her a steaming sesame cake: "Eat something first." His gentle voice was like a warm current, soothing Chu Hua's irritability.

Chu Huan took the cake and took a big bite. Her cheeks bulged like a little hamster hoarding food.

"Uh-huh...thank you Mr. Su," she said vaguely.

Su Wuming looked at her like this, and his heart softened. He took out a silk handkerchief from his arms and handed it to her.

"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."

She hurriedly took the handkerchief and wiped her mouth roughly. Her eyes were wandering and she didn't dare to look Su Wuming in the eye.

The atmosphere was a little subtle for a moment. There was silence between the two of them, and only the noisy sounds of Chang'an City could be vaguely heard.

Chu Hua looked at Su Wuming's small curled mustache and burst out laughing. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his face, giving the two carefully trimmed mustaches a layer of gold, which looked funny no matter how you looked at it.

Su Wuming didn't understand why, so he touched his beard subconsciously: "But what's stuck on it?"

"No, no." Chu Hua waved her hands quickly, but couldn't stop laughing. "Mr. Su, your beard really looks like... like two little caterpillars lying on your mouth."

Su Wuming's face turned even redder, as red as a ripe persimmon, spreading all the way to his ears. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, his eyes wandering, not daring to look into Chu Hua's eyes.

This was the first time someone said his beard looked like a caterpillar. Although he knew Chu Huan was joking, he couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart.

"Ahem... I trimmed this beard carefully..." He defended himself in a low voice, his voice low and hoarse, as if it had been polished with sandpaper.

Su Wuming whispered, his eyes wandering, not daring to look directly into Chu Hua's lively eyes. He stroked his beard, trying to pretend to be calm, but found that his hands were actually shaking slightly.

Chu Hua was even more delighted when she saw Su Wuming's bewildered look. She had thought that Su Wuming was a serious "old antique", but she didn't expect that he had such a lovely side.

She suppressed her laughter, deliberately put on a stern face, and said seriously: "Mr. Su, I'm not joking. Your beard really looks like a caterpillar."

Su Wuming was even more embarrassed. He opened his mouth to defend himself, but found that he had nothing to say. He could only put his hand down silently and pretend to study the sesame cake in his hand seriously.

Seeing Su Wuming being humiliated, Chu Hua finally couldn't help but burst out laughing. She laughed so hard that tears were about to flow out.

Su Wuming looked at her smiling so happily, and the embarrassment in his heart gradually dissipated, replaced by an inexplicable joy.

"Mr. Su, you look so beautiful when you smile." Chu Hua suddenly said with a sincere tone.