Rong Yanran immediately reached out to stop him: "How can you trouble the prince to do this? I'll bring you a pot of water. Do you want it to be hot, cold or warm? What tea do you want to drink?" In order to prevent him from making things difficult for him for a while, Rong Yanran brought up all possible situations.

Murong Xuan couldn't help but hold her forehead. She used all her cleverness here, and then replied gracefully: "Just carry the pot and it's good to have a cool freeze." Seeing her so obediently abandoning her, Murong Xuan's face could no longer be tense, and she burst into laughter, afraid that if she holds it in a while, she will probably be injured internally.

Rong Yanran ran to the tea room and said that the prince wanted to drink cold and boil. Someone immediately handed over a pot of water. She picked up the pot and walked back. The rising sun probably woke up completely. She couldn't wait to release her energy, and the heat wave suddenly surged up.

She thought about it and ran to her hut halfway and took a palm-leaf fan. Since Feng flattered her, she would do it thoroughly.

Murong Xuan, who was waiting in place, began to worry a little. He went to carry a pot of water, but why didn't he come back for so long? Could it be that Yuqing was going to trouble her again, right? But Huohong followed...

Just as she was thinking about it, the familiar figure appeared from afar and gradually approached. Murong Xuan realized that the sun was already high enough, and it was really uncomfortable to sit here and be exposed to the sun. However, she was greedy for her attentive service to herself, and leaned comfortably on the back of the chair.

As soon as Yanran arrived, he whispered: "It's so hard to get you to carry a pot of water. Do you want to be eager for me?"

Rong Yanran quickly poured a glass of water, handed it over respectfully, picked up the palm-leaf fan and said, "How dare the girl?! I just saw that the sun was high and I was afraid that Master Qi would be hot, so I went back to get a palm-leaf fan. How strong is it? Is it comfortable?"

Murong Xuan looked at the corners of her raised mouth. The curve was just right, which made him feel comfortable, but the gloss of the fine sweat beads on his face made him feel distressed. He stood up with a "wow" sound and said as he walked: "If you are drying here, you will die of heat if you don't die of thirst."

Rong Yanran stood there blankly, not knowing which link was wrong. Murong Xuan walked a few steps and saw that she was still exposed to the sun. She turned back and pulled her collar and was about to leave: "Come on, don't be happy if you don't coax me, don't want to eat."

Rong Yanran pushed his hand away hard: "Master Qi, I'll go by myself, where will we go?"

Murong Xuan's hand was a little itchy when she rubbed itchy. Seeing her blushing, she let go and said, "Let's go wherever you cool down."

Rong Yanran said ok, and carried the bamboo chair honestly, and said in Murong Xuan's surprised eyes: "It is convenient for you to sit on your seat, Master Qi."

Murong Xuan smiled and shrugged and said, "Okay."

Seeing that she was dragging a bamboo chair with a hard time, Murong Xuan was so kind that he couldn't bear to make her tired. He walked to a small pavilion nearby and fell down. "It's here, it's cooler, leaning against the lake, and the tables and chairs here are very comfortable." After he said that, he picked up a stone bench and sat down.

If the eyes could kill people, there were countless holes on Murong Xuan's back. She worked so hard to drag a large bamboo chair for his convenience. I hope that for his sake, he could allow her to transition in the palace comfortably for a period of time. But this guy... Rong Yanran punched the air a few times!

Murong Xuan turned his head to look at her with a happy expression. Rong Yanran's eyes that had just been angry were filled with a smile. "Master Qi, there is a chair here. You told me."

Murong Xuan sighed, "It seems that Yan'er is very dissatisfied with the place I'm looking for. Why don't you bring a bamboo chair and let's change the place?" He said and stood up very democratically.

Rong Yanran jumped to him like a monkey, raised her hand to hold his shoulders, pressed him down, then slapped his palm fan with a charming smile: "Seventh Master is joking, I am so satisfied with this place. It's breeze, I can't get too hot to get wet, and I can still watch the fish swimming in the water. How good it is to stay here!" She was owing her mouth, it was her dragging the chair!

Murong Xuan narrowed his eyes and lazily taught: "You want to bring a chair. I didn't ask you to do this at that time. So, you should be smarter, and you have to think about my attention without authorization..."

"Yes, yes, you're right." Rong Yanran looked at him and felt flattering, but the fan in her hand stopped.

Murong Xuan felt the refreshing breeze that had blown his face suddenly stopped, and opened his eyes and asked, "Why did you stop?"

Rong Yanran looked at the deep eyes, a shallow smile, and a clear but soft facial line, and replied seriously: "Seventh Master did not order me to fan the palm-leaf fan. I dare not take the initiative to speculate on the Qi Master's wishes."

Murong Xuan curled a faint smile at the corner of his lips. Yan'er used what he learned very quickly and blocked his mouth with what he said. Hasn't he expressed his feelings just now that he was enjoying his expression?

Her eyes swept to the purse embroidered with black and white landscape paintings hanging around her waist, which seemed a bit heavy. She wasn't planning to take the money to escape, right? Murong Xuan thought of this and felt that this possibility was very high. She had become addicted to escaping recently. Since she dared to run away against her father's will, she dared not abide by the agreement with her.

Thinking of this, the smile on his face was curled and he asked indifferently: "Your purse is very beautiful, let me show it."

Rong Yanran looked at him with a scrutiny expression, hesitated to take off the purse on his waist and hand it over. Murong Xuan looked at it calmly, and praised him: "It's good embroidery."

"It was not my embroidered." Rong Yanran hurriedly clarified, afraid that she would take on the task that she could not complete again.

Murong Xuan held it in his hand and felt that the purse was not filled with silver and copper coins, but like a small stone. He suddenly opened it and saw a half small stone with a round texture, and was slightly stunned.

This was what he picked up in a small river when he was traveling with Yan'er as Luo Ziheng. It was an ordinary stone, and it was washed out of beautiful stripes by the river. Yan'er was very happy when she saw it and insisted on stepping on the water and picking it up. Because of this, she wet her skirt.

Not only that, she insisted on dividing the stone in half at that time, saying that if the two of them had any problems in the future, they looked like they took out the stone and saw if they could get together, and then they would know if the other party was the person they were looking for.
Chapter completed!