A light flashed in Murong Xuan's eyes, and he replied with a smile on his lips: "I won't leave."

Luo Zitian saw what he was thinking at first and kindly advised: "I think you should stop beating Rong Yanran first. She is even more entangled than you now. Maybe she has a good temper and will beat you up if she doesn't coax you."

"I don't care about this," Murong Xuan said, and picked up the wine glass habitually, trying to pour a cup of tea, but found that there was nothing to drink on the table. "I have drunk so much wine for her, so she has to pay something."

Seeing his rogue appearance, Luo Zitian was too lazy to persuade him: "Okay, let it go. I want to go back quickly and take down Qing'er's favor with me. It's been twelve years before he can face my existence. Is it easy for you to say I?"

Murong Xuan was too lazy to pay attention to Luo Zitian's cold humor, and said directly: "Get out, remember to let the firehong bring Rong Yanran."

Anyway, Luo Zitian was eager to go back early, so he returned to the palace without saying anything. Qing'er's medicine was already cured. He walked to Rong Yanran with a sad look and said that the prince was already drunk and unconscious in the restaurant.

Lu Huohong happened to follow Rong Yanran. After hearing his words, he pulled Rong Yanran, who was still hesitating, and went straight to the restaurant. After Luo Zitian's mission was completed, he put away his sadness and ran to Miao Yuqing happily, preparing to lend her shoulders to her.

Rong Yanran let Lu Huohong pull him out of the palace, quickly got on the carriage, and then galloped immorally on the road, with a sense of "because he comes, he will be at ease." In fact, there is not a way to get rid of it. She can use medicine to make Lu Huohong sleep, or listen to her obediently back.

Because, she was really scared and worried, please forgive me, forgive her cowardice, not firm enough and contradictory mentality, just look at him and be safe.

When Rong Yanran and Lu Huohong entered the huge private room, they saw Murong Xuan, who was usually in the wind, was lying on the ground with messy hair and frowning.

Lu Huohong was eager to protect her master, and immediately rushed up and shouted, "Prince, Prince!" The prince of her family clearly looked drunk, but why was he emitting an unpleasant aura? There was also an expression on her face. Lu Huohong suddenly understood and hurriedly said to Rong Yanran: "You watch here first, I'll call a few people." After that, he ran out.

Rong Yanran felt sad when she saw the Seventh Prince so down and out. She tried every effort to drag him to the soft couch not far away.

I wanted to go and sober up tea or soup for him, but I didn't expect him to catch it: "Yan'er, don't leave." Rong Yanran thought he was awake, and was startled and immediately wanted to shake off his hand, but saw that his eyes were still closed, and he just held his hand tightly. He relaxed a little, and let him hold it.

"Yan'er, why do you hate me? Why don't you like me? How long have I liked you? 5 years? 8 years? It seems that it's almost 10 years? Why do you have to treat me like this and not give me any hope?" His expression and voice were bitter and helpless.

Rong Yanran's heart couldn't help but feel ache. He seemed to be completely distracted, and he talked about the past of the two people, her hypocrisy and acting in front of him, and now it became a beautiful scene from him.
Chapter completed!