Of course not! But the mosquito coil smells quite strong, and Yan'er is very disgusted. By the way, he was thinking just now, and Yan'er said she wanted to study a kind of water for repelling mosquitoes.

Murong Xuan believes that with her current talent, she will definitely succeed soon, and then he will be able to fall down the moon in the palace with her.

It seems that he has been thinking a little too much. He and her have been together all summer long. On many moonlit nights, they are playing wildly or snuggling quietly together. He rarely feels mosquitoes as crazy as they are today. Just because, did she accidentally say something to Zhuer?

Murong Xuan smiled secretly. It was obvious that she could see how important she was to herself and how deep the influence she had.

While she was distracted, a loud yawn came from below. Murong Xuan continued to stare at Rong Yanran with all concentration. She finally finished writing. She threw the pen casually, raised her head, stretched her arms, shook left and right, and stretched her waist and moved her muscles and bones again.

When Rong Yanran looked up and moved, Murong Xuan felt that his eyes could finally reach the paper smoothly. His heart twitched suddenly.

The rice paper scattered on the table was written with the names of two people: Luo Ziheng, Luo Ziheng, Murong Xuan, Luo Ziheng, Murong Xuan...

Rong Yanran seemed to feel the gaze from above, and turned her neck to look up. Murong Xuan quickly placed the tile in place when she noticed her head.

Rong Yanran thought she had slept too late, so she had an illusion, so she cleaned up and went back to the house to sleep.

Standing on the roof of Murong Xuan leaned over and heard the sound of her entering the house to go to bed, but her heart was still surging. It turned out that she liked him and now, so when he was not paying attention, she tossed, tangled, insomnia, and irritable.

Murong Xuan decided to tell Yan'er what was interrupted today no matter what tomorrow:

Tell him that he had never had any relationship with Miao Yuqing and that he was only grateful to her;

Tell him that he and Luo Ziheng are the same person, so that she can love her with confidence and boldness;

Tell her why she appeared as Luo Ziheng and why she hadn't revealed her true identity for a long time... He confessed everything to her!

He was quietly bathed in the moonlight for a long time, quietly lurking into the room under his feet, pulling out two pieces of paper from the stack of paper, and returning to his room.

I don’t know if he was too idle, but he patiently counted how many names Luo Ziheng and Murong Xuan each had, which made him a little sad: at the beginning, the names of the two were almost the same, but later Luo Ziheng had the upper hand, and he saw that his name was the three words Murong Xuan were embedded in it sporadically.

Maybe this was her self-hypnosis. Murong Xuan comforted herself so much that he put the two pieces of paper together with all the things he collected about Rong Yanran and him. The empty boxes that had been idle for many years have now been quickly filled. He was like a child who had a favorite toy, appreciated them with satisfaction, and then fell asleep sweetly.

The next morning, he still got up at the same time as usual, and he was refreshed and in a happy mood, and he did not have the hard work of staying up late.

After washing up, Murong Xuan went to see his little lazy bug again.

To his surprise, Rong Yanran actually got up on time, dragging the broom weakly, yawning repeatedly.

He got closer and saw that the little face was filled with unhappiness of sleeping unsatisfied. Poor Zhu'er was coaxing her: "Sister Yan'er, I'll just scan it. You'll only be responsible for scanning this part."

Murong Xuan looked at the place where Zhu'er pointed and almost laughed out loud. It was also called sweeping the floor. It would be more appropriate to say that the broom was standing there.

Rong Yanran felt that Zhu'er was younger than her and took care of herself everywhere, so she felt a little disgusted. The big sister patted her shoulder with a demeanor and said, "Everyone said I'm older than you, I should cover you, how can I rest on your work? Don't worry, I'm no longer sleepy now..."

He deliberately went against her, and then yawned again without control. Zhuer laughed softly, and Rong Yanran laughed. The beautiful day began again!

Murong Xuan was in a good mood. Lu Huoqing came over and told him: "Miss Miao is packing up her things and is planning to leave the palace."

Murong Xuan frowned. This girl couldn't be quiet for a while. She was so troubled all day long. Thinking of Zitian's entrustment to him before leaving, he still silently left the warm scene in front of him and walked towards Yuqing's yard.

Halfway through the way, he suddenly realized that Miao Yuqing was so noisy that she wanted to attract her own attention and had fantasies about herself that she could not continue like this.

He said to Lu Huoqing beside him: "Let her go. Let these five people protect her secretly." Murong Xuan said the names of the five people in his ear, and Lu Huoqing took the order to leave.

Miao Yuqing quietly left this morning with the things and packages she had when she moved into the palace three years ago. If she hadn't left this time, she probably wouldn't have known how happy she was.

Murong Xuan went to the kitchen in person, which shocked the chefs who cooked for him. He smiled and had nothing to do, but just came over and took a walk, dismissed everyone, leaving only the most awesome chef.

Murong Xuan's words were a little flickering, and hesitating and unable to explain clearly. The chef, who was almost punished last time, was trembling for a long time before he understood the meaning of the prince. It turned out that he wanted to make a sumptuous breakfast with his own hands.

Although the chef was shocked, he was too big. He patiently guided this prince who was not talented but keen on learning. He ran around diligently and did not dare to complain. (If his apprentice was so stupid, he would have been scolded to death long ago!)

Murong Xuan has always been demanding and is the same with his meals. This made him suffer: after the first round, he lost his appetite when he smelled the food; in the second round, it looked OK, but it was difficult to swallow; in the third round, it was still a thousand miles away from what he expected...

Murong Xuan was depressed. His experience in survival in the wild was still very good. The roasted meat was fragrant. Why couldn't he even make an extremely ordinary breakfast?

If this continues, Yan'er will not think about having breakfast. So he settled for the second best and cooked a pot of delicious porridge by himself. Let's leave the cooking for the chefs.

So Murong Xuan ordered seriously: "You will make the dishes, I will cook porridge. But you can change my clothes and come back quickly. Are you used to being pampered? You can wet your clothes when doing this little work and let the sweat drip into the pot and I can eat it?!"
Chapter completed!