She walked outside and saw that Hexiang was still sad. She walked over to sit with her. She was so shocked that she immediately stood up: "Miss, you can't sit with me."

Rong Yanran smiled weakly: "I almost died several times and I am tired of the rules. Hexiang, sit down and chat together. Tell me more about my past events." Suddenly, I wanted to deepen my understanding of the former master because she hid too many secrets, which aroused her infinite curiosity. Besides, she had told Hexiang that she had lost her memory.

Hexiang sat with Rong Yanran obediently, recalling the sixth lady in the past bit by bit. Rong Yanran listened with relish, but Hexiang obviously didn't know the existence of this person at all for the night festival, but this did not prevent her from trusting him unconditionally. If a person who risked his life to save herself was not worthy of trusting her, who else could she trust?

After chatting with Hexiang for a while, seeing that she was sleepy, she said good night to her father not far from the door before returning to her room, and then focused on finding a way to cure the "cold-cold poison". It was strange that she turned to that page very accurately, but one of the medicinal herbs made her unable to help but get goose bumps. She actually needed human blood, and the blood that was willing to shed the best effect. This antidote is so perverted!

Rong Yanran looked at the back of her delicate hands, and the light blue blood vessels were faintly visible. Oh, just use it with blood. It’s not too much. Fortunately, the toxic attack was not very long, so it would be better to take the antidote for 15 consecutive days. I still feel sorry for you. You have to draw your own blood for 15 consecutive days!

Rong Yanran couldn't get up the next morning. Rong Zheng told Hexiang to let her have a good rest without disturbing her. She was particularly excited when she heard the news. When she opened her eyes, she quietly went to the basement to see Ye Ji. His eyebrows were twisted together, as if she was enduring great pain.

Rong Yanran didn't say anything, and returned to the room in a heavy mood, washed and ate, and sent someone to the pharmacy to grab some medicinal materials for body replenishment. Only a few of them were detoxified medicinal materials, most of which were found in the basement, just to cover up. Is it because she changed the environment that she felt that her mind had become much more complicated at once?

Rong Yanran went to cook medicine in person, calling it delicious porridge. Anyway, she often went to the kitchen recently, and no one suspected anything else. After boiling the medicine, Rong Yanran looked at her arm and felt heartbroken for a long time before gritting her teeth and piercing it, dripping blood into the steaming medicine soup, and then sending it down.

It was six hours, but Ye Ji's body was still hard, so she was not in a hurry and waited quietly. Anyway, she also warned Hexiang not to disturb her and she wanted to rest.

After waiting for a while, the frozen blood of Ye Sheng began to melt. Rong Yanran hurriedly bandaged him with the cotton cloth that had been prepared in advance, then lifted the lid of the medicine soup, and handed it on him with great sincerity: "Drink it soon to warm up."

Ye Ji did not refuse, picked it up and drank it all, without saying a word, stood up and left. Rong Yanran begged to look at him: "Can you show up once a day and meet me?"

Ye Ji didn't know why she asked so, so she agreed to her because that was also his wish. After Ye Ji left, Rong Yanran began to sleep soundly.

The storm that happened in the Left Prime Minister's Mansion did not cause any ripples. In the corner where people were not paying attention, more eyes were staring here.

Ye Ji followed the agreement and appeared once a night, drinking the medicine soup she made with her own hands, thinking that she was thanking her for saving her life; Murong Xuan still came over during the day and pestered Rong Yanran, and she gradually became tired of dealing with it and was often listless.

Faced with her increasingly perfunctory attitude, how could Murong Xuan not see it? He just turned a deaf ear and made full use of his privileges as the prince, pestering her to accompany him. Moreover, the Zuo Prime Minister Rong Zheng adopted a default attitude towards his behavior. Even if the two of them said nothing and just looked at her quietly, Murong Xuan was very happy.

However, he had to admit that there were fewer and fewer topics to talk about. At first, she could also tell him the ordinary and wonderful world of the outside world with great interest. He would also recall her past, but now she would not feel bored if she didn't talk to herself.

In order not to embarrass himself, he chose to fish in the pond of the prime minister's mansion to entertain himself, and it felt good. After looking at the sun, the day was almost over.

Seeing the peacock feathers moving on the water, he quickly lifted the fishing rod, a very beautiful little fish. Murong Xuan had a smile on his face. He knew that Rong Yanran would definitely let him put the fish back. He turned around and muttered: "Yan'er, how about this fish?"

No one responded. I don’t know when she sat on a bamboo chair with flowers and trees and fell asleep. The bright red and purple petals fell all over her, and they were intertwined with the hibiscus and peonies blooming on the trees. The background was green and green.

Murong Xuan threw the small fish into the pond, and it quickly disappeared, leaving only tiny ripples. Murong Xuan put down the fishing rod and tiptoed to Rong Yanran, watching several bees and butterflies surrounding her. In ten days, her red and golden face, which was sunburned, returned to her former whiteness as snow, and even had a kind of sickly pale beauty. The broken hair on her forehead was blown by the breeze and gently shaking.

Thinking of this, Murong Xuan was worried that she would have been sleeping here for a long time, and when she carried her back, she was afraid of affecting her reputation, so she called out softly: "Yan'er, wake up, wake up."

Rong Yanran tried to open her eyelids half asleep and half awake, her handsome face was close at hand. She smiled tiredly and said, "Ziheng, you are here." But the person in front of her didn't say anything. She quietly pinched her thighs, and the blurred overlapping figure immediately became clear. Her body immediately leaned back, but she could not retreat anymore, so she could only look at him embarrassedly. "Master Jiu, you are too close to me." She smiled and spoke clearly.

Murong Xuan just said lightly: "Get up, sleeping here will easily cause coldness." Rong Yanran just thought that she didn't exhale clearly just now, and obediently stretched her arms, stretched her waist wide.

How could Murong Xuan not hear what Rong Yanran said? He always pays attention to every look, smile and move of her, and keeps everything in his heart. But now, when he looks at her tepid attitude, he really doesn’t have enough confidence to tell her: the person you miss is right in front of him.

Just as she stretched, the silk sleeves slid down, revealing a piece of green onion arm, which was surrounded by circles of white cotton cloth, obviously bandaging the wound. Murong Xuan's face, which had just been clear and clear, suddenly fell down, and held her arm and asked sternly: "What's going on? When did you get hurt?"
Chapter completed!