Yanran glared at the inn, Damn, when I get so prosperous, build a better and cheaper one next to you, so that you can’t do any business at all, and I’m so angry!

Yanran walked a few steps in her bag, feeling that her stomach was a little unbearable. The light now was too dazzling. She found a corner and squatted down.

Seeing the silver robe falling in front of him, he raised his eyes happily, but met Luo Ziheng's narrow and cynical eyes. The light in his eyes dimmed and he lowered his head again.

A sharp light flashed through Luo Ziheng's eyes. He knew that she was waiting for the Ninth Prince, so he was so happy at first. He saw himself, so disdainful. He was so annoyed and couldn't say it. Who told him to keep it up and insist on monitoring her personally?

Yesterday, he didn't sleep for almost a night. It was not easy to forget everything in the past. But he finally understood one thing, that is, he wanted to keep her by his side, so what if he lost his memory? Let her stay by his side for the rest of his life and atone for the past.

He looked at Yanran condescendingly and said with a sarcastic sarcasm: "What's wrong? Is there no money to get someone out?"

Yanran felt that he was just looking for a slap type. You walk on your Yangguan Road and I cross my single-plank bridge. How great is it! I have to come over to provoke her. Does she look weak and bullied? She looked up and said coldly: "Young Master, weren't you robbed your home yesterday? Today I still have leisure to come out to play." Who can't sarcastic people? My aunt is in a bad mood, and it hurts so much for the first time she has had her period!

Looking at the ridicule between her eyebrows and a pale expression, Luo Ziheng felt angry. In this case, he could not submit and beg him. "This girl Yanran doesn't have to bother. She has caught the thief. That old Chinese doctor is, and the government has taken him away."

Yanran pressed her belly tightly with her wrap, her teeth choked slightly, and small beads of sweat emerged from her face. She wanted to say something else, but she was bound by guilt and self-blame and couldn't say anything. Suddenly, her eyes fainted and her mind was blank.

Luo Ziheng felt really distressed when he saw her stubborn appearance. She didn't ask him for help, and he couldn't open his mouth. So he simply lit her sleeping hole. Seeing that there was no one around, he took her back to Luo's house.

That night, Murong An arrived as scheduled. The shopkeeper and the waiter both changed people, and Yanran didn't know where to go. After interrogating the shopkeeper, she found out that he had bought the inn and bombarded all the guests. "This master, the shop will not be inviting guests for the time being today, and you still need..."

Murong An grabbed his collar and said, "Let's open your dog's eyes and see, I am the Ninth Prince Murong An. Even if you are my people, do you think you have a long life, right?"

The shopkeeper knelt down quickly, knocking the floor and bleeding began to flow from his forehead: "Prince, please spare me, the little one has no eyes to recognize Mount Tai, please spare me!"

Murong An just sat down blankly, and the mysterious woman suddenly appeared, disturbing his heart, and then disappeared in a mysterious way.

"You all go door to door to ask." He ordered a few people and closed their eyes tiredly. If he had known, he would not leave today. That mountain could be visited sooner or later, but people who are so particularly suited to his tastes can not be encountered sooner or later.
Chapter completed!