His usual gentle and jade-like demeanor disappeared, and the sharpness in his eyes was like a person at this moment. Rong Yanran shook her head vigorously. It must be because she dreamed of him just now, so she regarded the Seventh Prince as him.

Since she didn't love the person in front of her, she shouldn't accept the concern he gave to a lover. Rong Yanran pulled out her hand and replied politely: "Thank you, Master Qi, I was just stabbed by a thorn."

How could Murong Xuan not feel her alienation? He used to be half happy and half angry, but now he was only angry, because you only had a very powerful fist, but you couldn't hit it out. He knew she was lying, what would happen?! What position did he ask her to tell the truth? If she insisted on refusing? This is the saddest thing he felt at the moment.

"Master Qi, I'm very tired and want to rest for a while." I was really tired, physically and mentally, so I ordered the expulsion order.

"Then I'll take you back first and have a good rest." Murong Xuan also had a wink. As long as he thought, he could see that Rong Yanran really needed a good sleep, her head was always drooping downwards, and her eyelids hugged each other.

The two walked silently along, passing the wooden bridge that made pleasant sounds, walking through the path made by stone slabs, and walking through many passionate flowers. The sound of cicadas broke the silence between them at a distance of not far.

Finally walked to her courtyard, Rong Yanran stood at the door and signaled that Murong Xuan could leave, and Hexiang had already come to meet him.

Murong Xuan said, "Then you have a good rest, I will come to see you tomorrow." After that, he strode towards the gate of the prime minister's mansion.

But not long after he left, he quickly changed his clothes and put on a mask to lurk in her room. Yes, he was very worried and afraid that she would regain contact with that person, but he didn't know it at all, afraid that she would remember the past and the person who made her willing to give her life.

Because it was not dark, Murong Xuan had to dive into her room under layers of protection. To his surprise, Rong Yanran was just sleeping soundly on the bed. The sweet snoring made him feel a little jealous after hanging on the roof for a long time.

When he finally couldn't help but want to get down to rest for a while, Hexiang started knocking on the door: "Miss, it's time."

"Oh." Rong Yanran responded, closed her eyes and walked out of the curtain, and no one who fell quietly on her bed noticed. Murong Xuan was angry. He had spent so much time coaxing her under the cliff that day, and he got up when a girl screamed today. It was so angry!

Rong Yanran opened the door, took the hot medicine soup that He Xiang brought for the night, and carefully checked it, and confirmed that it was not poisoned. She untied the cotton cloth wrapped around her arm, and couldn't bear to cut it with a knife. The bright blood dripped into the medicine soup and spread instantly. She guessed that the amount was enough, so she bandaged herself hard and warmed the medicine soup again.

Murong Xuan, who was secretly watching her do all this, felt heartbroken, and was so painful that he was about to suffocate. The man who was wandering on the verge of life and death several times burst into tears silently. It was ten days ago, Rong Yanran gave night sacrifices to him every night, that is, the medicine soup he drank. In recent days, he had a little disgusted with this taste. If she hadn't emphasized that it was cooked by her own and repeatedly lobbying him, he wouldn't want to drink it. Just now, the moment He Xiang handed over the medicine soup, he thought she had deceived him, but when she melted her blood, he felt that his internal organs were boiling.

Rong Yanran was just lying on the table at this moment, studying how to say Guy to let Ye Ji drink it. Unexpectedly, he suddenly appeared. Before she could speak, he reached out to pick up the medicine soup and drank it all.

Although Rong Yanran was not stunned, she couldn't help but wonder: "Why did I drink it so happily today? Aren't you tired of this taste?"

"I'm bored," Ye Ji's answer, his tone was always calm and without ups and downs, "But I'm thirsty today. Is the master asking me to drink this soup every day to treat the cold poison on my body?" Although I had guessed most of it in my heart, I still wanted to hear her confirm it in person.

Rong Yanran touched her head and felt a little embarrassed: "Well, don't look at me with such gratitude. If you cure you, it's also for my own safety, so that you can protect me better in the future."

Ye Ji rarely smiled faintly: "But how long will this medicine soup last? If I drink it for a lifetime, I would rather be cold for a few hours a month." If his health always requires her blood to maintain, then he chose to refuse.

Rong Yanran said carelessly: "Don't worry, it's not that long. Today is the eleventh time. It's better to take it for another four days." If she really has to use her blood for the rest of her life, she has to consider whether it's worth it. "And if this cold-condensing poison is not treated for a long time, the toxic attack will be longer and longer, and you may eventually turn into an ice cube." I don't know who Ye Ji offended him and poisoned him like this.

Ye Ji saw that she was talking about the antidote in a light manner, and said the consequences of not being treated very seriously. "Thank you." What else could he say? He also wanted to no longer be bothered by Ninghan poison, and could accompany, take care of her and protect her for the rest of her life. "Master, the Seventh Prince has been here recently." He wanted to test her attitude towards Murong Xuan first.

Rong Yanran frowned: "Yes, do you have any way to prevent him from coming? Give him some laxatives?" She thought of this and smiled badly, "What better way to make him hate me? I am always tired now with him every day."

"Why do the master hate him so much?" Ye Ji was really a little confused. When Murong Xuan appeared, he should have said that he did better than Luo Ziheng, and he already knew her preferences.

Rong Yanran's eyes were a little confused: "Actually, I don't hate him. It's just that he wants, I can't give it. I think you should know that I like Luo Ziheng."

"What if Luo Ziheng never comes back?"

Rong Yanran's eyes immediately became sharp and her tone became quick: "Did you know anything about Luo Ziheng?! Tell me quickly!" Ouyang Chen kept asking her to wait patiently, wait, she was not that kind of patient person at all.
Chapter completed!