Murong Xuan thought she was having fun on a whim, so he said so, because he had never seen the half stone that belonged to her for the rest of the days, and he didn't expect that she would carry it with her in the palace.

He thought of the stones silently in the sandalwood box in his room and said in his heart: You won’t be lonely all the time.

Seeing that he opened his purse without his permission, Rong Yanran immediately said seriously: "Master Qi, please change it to me!"

She had no smile on her face, neither pleased nor cowardly. A faint smile flashed through Murong Xuan's eyes. Unexpectedly, she valued this half of the pebbles so much, and finally lived up to the thoughts she spent in the sandalwood box.

Murong Xuan stood up calmly, took a step back to the side, and asked, "What would happen if he didn't pay you back?"

Rong Yanran's little fists were clenched tightly, and she stared at him with bright eyes: "Then I'm going to snatch it." Before she finished speaking, she pounced on her.

Murong Xuan's body flashed flexibly, and she fell into vain and stared at herself with gritted teeth. Murong Xuan raised his purse high above his head, and his smiling eyes looked at her expectantly.

Rong Yanran was so angry that she wanted to tear her hair up. The top of her head had just reached the seventh prince's chin. Unless she jumped up, she would not reach it at all, and she could not use poison to him. But that half of the small stone was really meaningful to her. Will this hateful prince throw it away just because it was too inconspicuous and had enough fun?

Thinking of this possibility, Rong Yanran knew that it might be futile, but she still jumped and reached out to grab it. As expected, Murong Xuan dodged left and right, just so that she could almost catch it a little bit, and she smiled provocatively.

Rong Yanran had no choice but to stretch her legs to put his feet, sweep his legs, and pull his clothes, but she couldn't hurt him at all. With sorrow and anger, Rong Yanran was so anxious that she didn't look at the road. When the slightly uneven place on the ground touched her feet, she was gorgeously about to kiss the earth.

Don't! Rong Yanran thought sadly, would such a hard ground break her face and it would hurt her to fall! Her body leaned down uncontrollably. She adjusted her arms posture and looked forward to buffering it when she fell down. If not, turn around and let her butt hit the ground first. It is better than to hit the ground first than to go to the face first.

Just as she was thinking about this, the seventh prince who had run away moved quickly again for some reason, stretching his arms to block her body that was about to land.

The flawless and impeccable face, with a complacent smile, reached the deep eyes. Rong Yanran was even more angry. Seeing him helping her, she pulled his arm hard, pulled the defenseless Murong Xuan to the ground, and made a meat cushion for herself.

She lay on his body, with a condescending smell. She gently flicked his robe and said like a gangster: "Master Qi, it's a pity that such clean clothes are so clean. Tsk and such black hair are all dirty by the soil."

Her smile was so evil and arrogant that she squirted on Murong Xuan's face. She took his purse while he was unprepared. Seeing that half of the stone was still there, she was holding the ground with confidence. Rong Yanran was about to get up.

Murong Xuan lay on the ground without moving. He held Rong Yanran, who wanted to get up, and smiled in her ear: "My clothes and hair are dirty. Yours are too clean and you are disrespectful to your master."

Before Rong Yanran could react, Murong Xuan quickly turned over, but his arm was not forgotten to put under her head.

The fragrance of grass mixed with the soil lingers around, and the buzzing sound of bees is far away and close. Rong Yanran struggles for a few times, but finds that she has no chance of turning over again.

Murong Xuan's face made her very close. In those deep eyes that were invisible, there were complex feelings that she couldn't understand.

A few strands of his hair swept across his face, and Rong Yanran said nervously: "Master Qi, you are troublesome, I will lie on the ground obediently until you are satisfied." She suddenly felt very dangerous because she realized that a part of the man on her body leaked his desires.

Murong Xuan looked at her with a burning look, and the fire in her eyes was so strong that she could swallow everything. Looking at her helpless and pitiful expression, she gritted her teeth and slowly extinguished it bit by bit.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered an angry and disharmonious voice: "Brother Xuan!"

Rong Yanran's body involuntarily fought a cold war with the sound. Murong Xuan stood up calmly and pulled her up. He looked at Miao Yuqing who was quickly walking beside her and Luo Zitian behind her, and asked impatiently: "What's wrong with me here?"

Miao Yuqing couldn't help but feel sad when she saw his attitude. Even if she had given up on him, at least they had lived together for so long, and they didn't have any pity for her? She really didn't want to give her any hope!

"Brother Xuan, we can't come over without anything?" She blinked her eyes aggrievedly, forming a sharp contrast with the dazzling coral bead bracelets on her wrist.

Murong Xuan was about to say yes, but Luo Zitian smiled and interrupted, "Prince, have you forgotten? Today I will leave the palace for a while, I will report to you."

After knowing Murong Xuan for so long, how could Luo Zitian not guess how casual and cruel the words he said next were. Even though he thought that this thorough and short pain was better than the long-term waiting, he wanted to leave Qing'er a last bit of pride and self-esteem, especially in front of Rong Yanran.

Rong Yanran, who became a supporting role at this time, saw Luo Zitian's intentional or unintentional glance, her heart directly raised her throat. Yes, she was so worried, afraid that he thought there was something unclear about her and the Seventh Prince. However, due to the person in front of her, she didn't know how to explain it. What made her even more distressed was that he was leaving today. I wonder if he would meet Luo Ziheng and bring some news about him when he returned.

Rong Yanran thought, her eyes swept across Luo Zitian from time to time. Miao Yuqing, who had been paying attention to her, immediately blocked Luo Zitian alertly and asked sternly: "You have Brother Xuan, why are you still staring at Brother Zitian?" She wanted Murong Xuan to know how fickle this woman is, and at the same time she didn't want Luo Zitian to fall into her claws.

Rong Yanran looked at Miao Yuqing who was erecting her thorns like a hedgehog, and felt a big mood when she was playing tricks. Her bright eyes looked at Luo Zitian with admiration: "How can I be worthy of Master Qi? He and I are innocent. I think your brother Zitian is more suitable for my appetite."
Chapter completed!