"Brother Ninth, don't you invite us in for tea?" Murong Xuan held her hand and patted her shoulder gently, trying to pass on the warmth and strength to her.

Murong An's thoughts were pulled back and forced to pull up the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Okay, come with me."

The three of them sat in a private room. Murong An ordered people to put on a pot of Biluochun from Dongting Lake, and asked the child to go down and pour tea himself. The person who was thinking about it day and night was right in front of him. So many thoughts seemed pale at this moment. He cured it and said: "This Biluochun is the best tea here. Look at the color of this tea, it is tender green and bright, with a rich taste, and it feels sweet after drinking. It is also a tribute to the palace. The head drinks the color, the fragrance is faint, the fresh and elegant; the second drinks the green, the fragrance is mellow, the taste is mellow; the third drinks the green, the fragrance is rich, the sweetness is... " He talked endlessly, just to hide the desolation in his heart.

Rong Yanran drank a serious sip, said good tea and asked, "Master Jiu, can the war go smoothly?"

Murong An said lightly: "It went very smoothly. Qi State has expressed its intention to negotiate peace with Darong Dynasty and will soon send a special envoy. The methods you proposed are very useful, reducing many casualties of soldiers, and the father gave me many precious rewards."

"That's good." Rong Yanran felt a little relieved, "Ninth Prince, are there any injuries elsewhere except the scars on your face?" She asked carefully, afraid of touching his wounds, but she couldn't help but ask because the scars he fell on the battlefield had arisen because of her.

Murong An's eyes that had lost color just now lit up a little deeper. She cared about herself and was grateful to herself. Is this enough transformed into love? The smile on her face gradually became warm: "Don't worry, with the protection of the four brothers in the East, how could I easily be injured? It's just that my face was scratched by poisonous arrows."

Rong Yanran breathed a sigh of relief, and the burden in her heart seemed to be lighter. She suggested positively: "Let's do this, I will study your wound carefully later. Since it is poisonous, I should find a solution. I try not to leave this terrible scar on such a handsome face." She tried to liven up the atmosphere, but she really made her mood active. She stood up and wanted to lean over to study the scars on his face.

A faint smile spread in Murong An's confused peach blossom eyes.

Murong Xuan, who was ignored, found that the woman around him seemed to have ignored his existence and forgot that he was about to become his fiancé, but Murong An's face became like this, and he couldn't get out of touch with him after he was pulled. He really had no right reason to stop Yan'er and not show him the injury.

Forget it, look at the pain of the wound. Murong Xuan felt the rich fragrance between his lips and teeth, savored the sweetness of Biluochun, and tried hard to suppress the sourness that surged into his chest.

Rong Yanran's soft and fair little hand slowly stretched over, and when he saw Murong An's ugly scar touch, he was waiting patiently.

Murong Xuan suddenly stepped out his long arm to stop her. Yes, he couldn't do it. No matter what the reason was, he couldn't tolerate her being close to other men. Yes, he was just stingy. What's wrong with being stingy? She just likes herself.

Rong Yanran looked at the arm that suddenly blocked her, stunned for a moment, and asked Murong Xuan: "What's wrong with you?"
Chapter completed!