Rong Yanran, who was called back to reality by He Xiang's voice, was shocked and saw Murong Xuan's confused peach blossom eyes, which were slightly sad, and the sword-like scar that obviously added a bit of evil and heroic energy. He was about to lose his body, but he stopped him: "Yanran, we don't need to be so disgusted."

Her white little hand was in her palm, and he could feel the warmth coming from it. This was also a beautiful picture of "working hand with it" that he had been dreaming about for many days.

Rong Yanran calmly pulled her hand back, took a step back, and politely replied: "Thank you, Prince Ninth."

The warmth in Murong Xuan's hand fell silent. Seeing the distance between her and herself, the bitterness filled her whole heart and she barely squeezed out a smile: "Yanran, I heard from the master that you have developed a medicine for me to treat scars, how are you?"

Rong Yanran hurriedly handed out the ointment in her hand: "One has tried it, it works very well. I will apply it once a day in the morning and evening for fifteen days. This ointment may be a bit insufficient. After a few ****s, someone will give you a bottle."

Murong An took it over and looked at the golden ointment that was particularly dazzling, while the woman who was once equally bright stood in front of him quietly, and the surroundings were silent. It would be good to just look at her quietly.

The chattering and laughter came, and each of the little girls in Rong Yanran's courtyard came over with one or two plates. They were having something to eat recently, and they let them have dinner.

"Prince," Rong Yanran felt it was particularly long and embarrassed, "It's time for my daughter to have supper. Please invite her back. Yanran is waiting to marry, and she hopes that the prince will avoid suspicion."

Murong An looked at her alienated attitude, anger and sorrow came together, impacting his brain. She was not like this before. She trusted herself very much and was very close. A few days ago, she said that she regarded herself as a confidant. It turned out that her confidant was so far away from her! It was because she fell in love with Murong Xuan, and her person was not him! "There is nothing to avoid when the purity is clear, it just so happens that I don't use dinner. Can I enjoy my face with you?" Even if he can't become her husband, he hopes that he is unique in her heart.

Rong Yanran didn't expect that he would make such a request and said in embarrassment: "Nine Prince, it's not good. We are all girls and you have a noble status. You should go back to the palace to have a meal." She directly issued an order to expel guests. Sorry, I don't want to make you look ugly, but I just don't want to have any connections, which makes Murong Xuan misunderstand and makes you have fantasies.

Murong An's best reason collapsed, "Is it because I am noble or you deliberately want to stay away from me? Yanran, let's go out for a walk, I have something to ask you."

Rong Yanran had never seen his cold face. In her eyes, the Ninth Prince was always warm as the spring breeze. She was inexplicably afraid and dared not move.

No matter how hard the girls were, they came to them and saluted Murong An in unison: "I have seen the Ninth Prince."

Murong An didn't say anything, and recognized a few girls holding plates and blessed her body, and soon became a little unsteady.

Seeing his determination, Rong Yanran agreed, "Prince, let's go to the garden and let them get up first." Then she walked out first.
Chapter completed!