After Murong Xuan nodded, Rong Yanran excitedly left the door. As soon as she went out, He Xiang blocked her thief: "Miss, the plum blossom fragrance cake I gave you just now was for Mr. Ouyang. So..."

"So you can't give it to the Seventh Prince, right?" Rong Yanran took the words she had not finished said neatly. Seeing Hexiang nodded embarrassedly, she looked at her with a look, turned around and returned to the room, snatched the plum blossom fragrance cake from Murong Xuan's hand, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, except this, you can eat whatever you want."

After saying that, he didn't wait for his reaction, he immediately ran out guiltily, stuffed Hexiang's hand, who was waiting, and was about to strode away, but he saw Hexiang still staring at her with eyes.

Rong Yanran hesitated for a moment and said helplessly: "You won't tell me what else in the house you bought for Ouyang Chen, right? Tell you, I won't go, you should go by yourself." If she goes again, Murong Xuan would have to ask whether it is important to me or Hexiang's important question, although the two were not comparable before.

Hexiang said with a smile: "Of course there is no more. I won't be so stupid. I have to do such a 'dangerous' thing twice. I mean, Miss, are you going to cook yourself? I'll help you."

Rong Yanran patted her on the shoulder: "It's so loyal. Let's go." She felt very handsome.

Murong Xuan just tasted the snacks bored for a while, feeling that there was no Rong Yanran around, and the things tasted nothing at all. So he quietly lurked into her kitchen and saw her laughing with a few girls, picking and washing vegetables, and the two chefs cut the beef and mutton into thin slices easily. The scene was very warm.

I inexplicably remembered that when I was a child, his relationship with the second prince, the ninth prince and other princes seemed to be good. I read, rode horses, hunted, helped each other, and laughed at each other. However, those happy scenes gradually turned into memories and could never be returned. Those beautiful memories, with the design, framed or even assassination, were buried deep in my mind, and seemed to never be awakened, but they easily evoked the past.

"Xuanzi, do you envy them? You remember the past again?" At some point, Ouyang Chen fell silently by his side, and saw through what he thought in his heart, "I really think you are not suitable for living in the imperial family. You are too eager for family and friendship. Of course, love seems to be ranked first. For the sake of what you long for in your heart, your heart should be hard on some people, and you don't owe anyone."

Murong Xuan looked at Ouyang Chen, a friend who had shared worries with him many times, nodded: "Don't worry, for her and for you, if he comes to provoke us again, I don't mind making him lose his fatherly love, and there is no hope for the country." His eyes flashed with a bright light of perseverance.

Ouyang Chen nodded with confidence. Murong Xuan's weakness was that he didn't want to look so heartless on the surface, but as long as he made up his mind, he didn't need to worry about it anymore. He believed that if Murong Xiang invaded again, the price he paid would probably cause turmoil in the entire court.

"Okay, don't think too much. They have prepared almost all of them. Let's go back and wait." Murong Xuan said "pretending" very "elegantly" as "waiting".

Ouyang Chen nodded with a smile, and the two returned to their original place. When Rong Yanran sent someone to call them over, the servants were still a little restrained at the beginning, but they quickly accepted them.
Chapter completed!