In the Fanghua Pavilion in Prince Jin's Mansion, Murong Jin was cooking tea, but he was so immersed in his mind that he didn't see the tea when it boiled.

"If I had the intention to kill you, you would have been in a different place now!"

Zi Yu didn't know when he appeared behind him, and an inconspicuous golden needle was pinched at Murong Jin's throat with an inconspicuous golden needle on his fingertips.

Murong Jin took back his thoughts, took the tea leisurely and threw it into the boiling water, ignoring the golden needles in his throat.

Zi Yu stopped his hand and walked over to sit opposite him, "Speaking of all, what do you like that girl? I saw that she was just a little pretty, smarter, but not kind-hearted. There were women like this everywhere, why did you fall in love with her, and you looked like you couldn't live without her. If your master saw you like this, she would regret it even if she was worried about it, and she shouldn't have saved you back at the beginning!"

Murong Jin was busy with his own affairs and ignored him.

Zi Yu waved his hand, and suddenly there were about a dozen young women in his skills, each with beautiful appearance and charm. Zi Yu smiled and said, "I see that these are much better than the ignorant Yun Qinghuan. If you like this, I will give them all to you, how about it?"

Murong Jin finally reacted at this moment. He glanced at the group of women and shook his head gently and said, "Yuanfa and vulgar powder. If you really want to find someone to fill the gap in my heart, what if you give Miss Liu to me? I feel that she is still a good deal!"

Zi Yu waved his hand again, and the dozens of women disappeared. He leaned back on the chair, "Forget it, when I didn't say anything, I kindly help you, you've got the idea of ​​my man. You're so kind to treat it as a donkey!"

Murong Jin's tea was finally cooked. He poured a cup and handed it to Zi Yu, poured another cup for himself and took a sip. Then he threw it aside with dissatisfaction and started cooking again.

Zi Yuze didn't even taste it. "As long as you are in a bad mood, the tea you cooked is very difficult to drink. I guess the tea you cook today must be even more bitter than medicine. I won't make things difficult for my own stomach."

Murong Jin ignored him and just continued his own affairs.

Zi Yu sighed helplessly, "Why are you doing this? Do you really have no prospects and can't survive without women? If this is the case, I just think that I never know you."

Murong Jin put down the tea set, looked up at him, and sighed as if nothing had happened, "What are you worried about? Did you know me on the first day? I just don't want to talk, so if you have nothing else to do."

Zi Yu glanced at him, "Okay! Now I'm unnecessary to say anything to you. But there is one thing I can't vomit, and I told me that that girl is not worthy of you at all. You can be sad now, but you should forget her afterwards." After that, he left.

But in addition to Fanghuating, he saw Yun Qinghuan appear in green clothes, holding a bright red wedding dress in his hand.

"Murrong Jin!" Zi Yu called out.

Murong Jin ignored it.

"Murong Jin, look back!" Zi Yu's voice was a few points too high.

Murong Jin still didn't respond.

"Prince, I want to talk to you!"

Murong Jin's body was slightly stunned, and turned around in disbelief, but saw that it was really the person he missed. He rubbed his hands and stood up, "Huan'er? Is it really you?"

Since saying the words of breaking off by the moat that day, Yun Qinghuan has never seen this man again. After many days, when he saw him, he saw that his distinction between the clear and Qing dynasty had decreased a lot, and he couldn't help but feel reluctant to leave.

She nodded gently, "Can you talk to me?"

Murong Jin glanced at Zi Yu, and Zi Yu left with a conscious eye.

Yun Qinghuan walked over and put the wedding dress in her arms on the table, "This is the prince's thing. Miss Xue took it to me on her own initiative. I thought it was inappropriate, so she came over and returned it to the prince."

Murong Jin glanced at the wedding dress and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and there was no deep meaning. "It was originally customized for you, and it was OK to give it to you. Just keep it, it will always be useful for a day."

Yun Qinghuan didn't say anything, her eyes kept staring at the bright red wedding dress in front of her. She knew that it was a priceless wedding dress, something that many people dreamed of but couldn't afford, but she felt mixed feelings in her heart when she looked at it. After a long time, she looked up at the man opposite, "Does the prince have nothing else to say to me?"

Murong Jin was slightly stunned. There were tears in Yun Qinghuan's cool and beautiful eyes. Murong Jin felt so distressed that he reached out to grab her hand, but Yun Qinghuan avoided it.

"Does the prince really have nothing to say to me?" she asked insisted.

Seeing her so pitiful and stubborn appearance, Murong Jin felt very reluctant. He stood up and walked behind Yun Qinghuan, hugged her tightly in his arms despite her opposition. "Huan'er, I have a lot to say to you, but I can't say what I want to say the most. I know you don't want your husband to marry another woman. I know you would rather be broken than to be completely broken, so I can't say my selfish requests to make things difficult for you. Huan'er, you can't marry me, I won't blame you, but promise me that even if you don't marry me, you must make yourself happy? Don't show such a sad expression? I'm looking at my heart like a knife!"

Yun Qinghuan was still struggling, but gradually stopped resisting. Instead, she stretched out her hand to wrap her waist and buried her face tightly on the man's chest, "Murong Jin, why do you treat me so well? Why do you have to do something that makes me sad after I'm so attached to you? I don't want you to marry someone else, I don't want it!" She cried like a child, and persuaded her to wipe her tears on Murong Jin's clothes.

Murong Jin gently stroked her long hair, feeling very distressed, "I'm sorry, sorry! It's all bad for me. If Huan'er is angry, it's okay to beat me and scold me, don't cry, okay? When you cry, my heart will be upset."

But Yun Qinghuan cried more and more fiercely. During this period, she had been suppressing herself and pretending to be nothing, but only she knew the pain in her heart. She finally had the courage to accept the love of this man, but now she wanted her to watch him marry another woman. How could she feel good?

She hugged Murong Jin tightly, cried so hard that she vented all the grievances and sadness she had experienced during this period.

Murong Jin stopped talking, but just hugged her tightly, letting her cry in her arms.
Chapter completed!