Ximen Hen couldn't bear to do anything to such a woman, and he didn't want to use her for anything. He wanted Leng Muran to stay by his side quietly and obediently, and he wanted the past two months to continue, but he knew it was impossible. Now
It's time for the illusion to dissipate and return to normal.
"Hasn't that assassin been eliminated a long time ago?" Leng Muran asked non-stop.
She also thought that if she really cured the third prince's illness, she would be able to continue to stay with Mr. Wuhen. She could beg the emperor and he would agree.
"You are so stupid!" Ximen Hen stood up and tapped Leng Muran on the forehead with a snap of his fingers, "Do you think there is only one assassin? Don't make things in the palace so simple."
"Master..." Leng Muran rubbed his forehead blankly.
"Now that my father is paying attention to you, it will not be easy for you to leave the palace." Ximen Hen paced to the side, making a crunching sound on the fallen leaves.
"I'm not going to leave anymore. I'm going to help the third prince no matter what. With the lessons learned last time, the emperor will also order people to be on strict guard, right? Maybe no one will want to kill me again." Leng Muran followed.
Ximen Hen's back said.
"Maybe." Ximen Hen stood under the sycamore tree.
This sycamore tree is very special. I don’t know since when it blooms twice a year, once in spring and autumn. Now it’s the flowering season, and purple flowers have already appeared.
Maybe Ximen Yin doesn't dare to take action one after another.
Because of his "illness", he moved twice. If he moved too much and more assassins appeared, it would be counterproductive and detrimental to himself.
"Then, just tell the emperor that my injury has healed and I can go to see the third prince." Leng Muran said.
"You said that, you haven't seen anyone yet, are you sure that it can be cured?" Ximen Hen turned around and asked.
Leng Muran was speechless. She only remembered that she was going to see the third prince. If she went there, she would have accomplished one thing. She did not have to deceive the emperor and pretend that his injury was not healed. She also knew that the crime of deceiving the emperor was very serious. It was not just her, but also
It would implicate the young master. But even if she went, she was not sure whether she could really get good treatment.
After all, she had only given poison to people, not cured them. Even the poison technique used to treat Lin Xiner's legs was done by Leng Lie.
"I have tried my best." Leng Muran paused for a moment and said, "At the very least, I don't have to pretend anymore. Moreover, the young master also said that I can't pretend anymore. My injury has been delayed for a long time and it should be healed.
"
"I really should have taken you out of the palace in advance. I'm really crazy, leaving you here for so long." Ximen Hen turned around and placed a palm on the thick trunk of the sycamore tree.
He really went crazy due to some strange combination of circumstances, and stayed in the palace for two months. He once wanted to send Leng Muran out of the palace, but later he gave up the idea, thinking that he could stay for one more day.
In fact, he really didn't want to break the atmosphere of the past two months, which gave him a short period of leisure in various dealings.
"Young Master, do you regret it?" Leng Muran stood behind Ximen Hen, biting his lips and said, "I don't regret it, even if I will be in danger, I will not regret it. During this time, I am with the Young Master.
I feel very happy and I think I am worthy.”
happiness……
Ximen Hen never dared to expect these two words. Ever since his mother-in-law left him, he had no happiness at all. In this regard, he thought, Ximen Yin should be the same as him. Only in this regard, he
I feel like I share the same fate with Ximen Yin.
"Are you happy being with me?" Ximen Hen asked with a self-deprecating smile, took a falling leaf, and turned back.
"Yes." Leng Muran mustered up the courage, abandoned his initial shyness, boldly looked directly at Ximen Hen, and once again said the words he decided to leave behind, "I like you."
"What do you like about me? I miss flowers all day long, and the most inseparable thing is women. Are you willing to be one of my many women? After some time, the freshness you gave me is gone, and you will be
In which corner did I throw it?" Ximen Hen fiddled with the leaves in his hands and let them fall to the ground. "Just like this leaf, I threw it away and eventually turned into a wisp of spring mud."
"Even if it doesn't pass through your hands, the leaf will turn into spring mud." Leng Muran glanced at the leaf that was swept away by the wind. "After passing through your hands, it will have more places to stay. I am willing to stay with you.
around."
Leng Muran said, and continued to cast his bright starlight eyes on Ximen Hen, "If you say that you can't live without women and linger among flowers, I don't believe it. You have been living in this lonely courtyard for the past two months.
, there are no other women around me except Aunt Rong and me, and...and you have never touched me..."
When he said the last sentence, Leng Muran was a little embarrassed and his cheeks turned pink.
If she hadn't known that Mr. Wuhen often visited Zuihua House and was surrounded by all kinds of women, she wouldn't have believed that the second prince who lived quietly in this courtyard with her was the Mr. Wuhen.
"I haven't touched you..." Ximen Hen reached out and touched Leng Muran's cheek, which felt a little hot.
The moment his fingertips touched her, Leng Muran lowered his head, hiding his shyness.
"Heh, you don't know how to touch a woman who doesn't know how to be charming, do you think I can touch her?" Ximen Hen chuckled and took his hand away.
"No matter what, no matter what others say, you are just Mr. Wuhen in my eyes." Leng Muran raised his head and followed Ximen Hen's avoided gaze.
"Haha, the game is over." Ximen Hen chuckled a few times in a playful tone.
"What?" Leng Muran didn't understand what he meant.
"Muran," Ximen Hen stretched out his hand to Leng Muran again, touched her face, slid it to her neck, caressed the slender neck bones, lowered his head and rested it on her hair, speaking in a very small voice
He said softly, "Leng Muran, woman of the Leng family, you want to get close to me so much, what do you want me to do to you, what are your thoughts? Hmm?"
"Well?"
Leng Muran suddenly started up when she felt Ximen Hen's palm caressing her. She raised her head, her dilated pupils showing her sudden astonishment.
"Don't look at me like that. You know, I already know your true identity. Are you saying that I know you are from the Leng family, so I would touch you and have an ambiguous relationship with you?" Ximen Hen sneered.
Come on, take your hand back.
Yes, she knew that when Lin Xiner talked to her, she knew that Ximen Hen already knew her identity, but he didn't say anything in front of her, and she didn't want to mention it. In the past two months,
She had gradually forgotten the gap between the two, and she thought he didn't care because he didn't say anything.
Leng Muran staggered back. It turned out that she was delusional.